LA EMOCIÓN DEL IDEAL

Cuando pones la proa visionaria hacia una estrella y tiendes el ala hacia tal excelsitud inasible, afanoso de perfección y rebelde a la mediocridad, llevas en ti el resorte misterioso de un Ideal. Es ascua sagrada, capaz de templarte para grandes acciones. Custódiala; si la dejas apagar no se reenciende jamás. Y si ella muere en ti, quedas inerte: fría bazofia humana. Sólo vives por esa partícula de ensueño que te sobrepone a lo real. Ella es el lis de tu blasón, el penacho de tu temperamento. Innumerables signos la revelan: cuando se te anuda la garganta al recordar la cicuta impuesta a Sócrates, la cruz izada para Cristo y la hoguera encendida a Bruno; cuando te abstraes en lo infinito leyendo un diálogo de Platón, un ensayo de Montaigne o un discurso de Helvecio; cuando el corazón se te estremece pensando en la desigual fortuna de esas pasiones en que fuiste, alternativamente, el Romeo de tal Julieta y el Werther de tal Carlota; -cuando tus sienes se hielan de emoción al declamar una estrofa de Musset que rima acorde con tu sentir; y cuando, en suma, admiras la mente preclara de los genios, la sublime virtud de los santos, la magna gesta de los héroes, inclinándote con igual veneración ante los creadores de Verdad o de Belleza. Todos no se extasían, como tú, ante un crepúsculo, no sueñan frente a una aurora o cimbran en una tempestad; ni gustan de pasear con Dante, reír con Moliére, temblar con Shakespeare, crujir con Wagner; ni enmudecer ante el David, la Cena o el Partenón. Es de pocos esa inquietud de perseguir ávidamente alguna quimera, venerando a filósofos, artistas y pensadores que fundieron en síntesis supremas sus visiones del ser y de la eternidad, volando más allá de lo real. Los seres de tu estirpe, cuya imaginación se puebla de ideales y cuyo sentimiento
polariza hacia ellos la personalidad entera, forman raza aparte en la humanidad: son idealistas.
Definiendo su propia emoción, podría decir quien se sintiera poeta: el Ideal es un gesto del espíritu hacia alguna perfección.

José Ingenieros

Вечно молодой

Muy bien... a pedido de algunos (ninguno) traduciré:
La banda se llama Смысловые Галлюцинации (Alucinaciones semánticas) y el tema Вечно молодой ( Por siempre joven).

Я мог бы выпить моpе
Я мог бы стать другим
Вечно молодым, вечно пьяным
Я мог бы стать pекою
Быть темною водой
Вечно молодым, вечно пьяным
Вечно молодым

Я мог бы стать скалою
Hо yже другой
Кто-то молодой, кто-то пьяный
Хочет стать pекою
Быть темною водой
Вечно молодой, вечно пьяный
Вечно молодой

Вечно молодой
Вечно молодой
Вечно молодой

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLYm43lIKPk&feature=related

Pude haberme tomado el mar 
Pude haberme convertido en alguien más
Por siempre joven, por siempre borracho
Pude haberme convertido en un río
Ser de oscuras aguas
Por siempre joven, por siempre borracho 
Por siempre joven

Pude haberme convertido en una piedra
Pero ya habia alguien más
Alguien joven, alguien borracho
Quiere convertirse en un río
ser de oscuras aguas
Por siempre joven, por siempre borracho 
Por siempre joven

Por siempre joven
Por siempre joven
Por siempre joven

Hey, hey hey!!!!! A dónde vas con eso en la mano!!???

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!

Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby

Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it

I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me

Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down

Surfers del orto (pimienta)

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
He got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

Gas panic!

¿Insomnio? No se preocupe... el pánico viene en camino. Trate de no pensar...¿Toca usted algún instrumento?...¿No? que raro... ¿No se da cuenta de que es condición necesaria para la existencia? ¡¡Ah sí, sí!! ya me doy cuenta... sí, tiene razón... pero no es suficiente... distráigase... ¿no tiene usted novia? ...¿no?... ¡qué raro!... ¿no me diga que no le gustan las chicas?...¿y los chicos?... ¡¡¡no!!! no me diga eso... me asusta... ¿y qué le gustaria?... claro... justamente... no puede... ¿hace cuánto?...¿¡¡Cómo!!?... Así es muy fácil desafinar una pandereta...

What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide

That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul

Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way

Lithium

Otra bonita canción...
Dicen por ahí que Krist Novoselic, Dave Grohl y Courtney Love todavía no entienden la letra...

I'm so happy cause today
I've found my friends ...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but thats okay, 'cause so are you ...
We've broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
And I'm not scared
Light my candles, in a daze
'cause Ive found god
Yeah...

I'm so lonely but that's okay, I shaved my head ...
And I'm not sad
And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard ...
But I'm not sure
I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there ...
But I don't care
I'm so horny, but that's okay ...
My will is good
Yeah...

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

I'm so happy cause today
I've found my friends ...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you ...
We've broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ...
And I'm not scared
Light my candles in a daze ...
'cause I've found god
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

I like it - I'm not gonna crack
I miss you - I'm not gonna crack
I love you - I'm not gonna crack
I killed you - I'm not gonna crack

Burden in my hand

Bonita canción del Jardin de Sonido

Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
'cause down below the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
So quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head

Oh no!!!... there she goes...
Out in the... sunshine... the sun is mine...
Sun is mine!!!...

I shot my love today... would you cry for me?...
I lost my head again... would you lie for me?...

Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
cause fear is strong and love's for everyone...
Who isn't me...

So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost

I shot my love today... would you cry for me?...
I lost my head again... would you lie for me?...
I left her in the sand... just a burden in my hand!!!
I lost my head again... would you cry for me?...

Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor on my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I'm in the dark...

So follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have god

Oh no!!!... there she goes...
Out in the... sunshine... the sun is mine

I shot my love today... would you cry for me?...
I lost my head again... would you lie for me?...
I left her in the sand... just a burden in my hand!!!
I lost my head again... would you cry for me?...
Would you cry for me?...

Entenderse a la perfección, tal cual es al estado del arte

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9kwocKad2c