Cezar Ivanescu, As vrea sa mor cantand Eminescu (fragmente)

Cezar Ivanescu, fragmente din spectacolul Aş vrea să mor cântând Eminescu, Muzeul Literaturii Romane, Bucuresti, 15 iunie 2005. Despartire, versurile Mihai Eminescu, melodia Cezar Ivanescu, la pian Puiu Pascu, la contrabas Pedro Negrescu

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Puțin din „Doina” și apoi „Despărțire”... Minunat!

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Te voi iubi cat traiesc , master ! Cand ne vom intani pe unde , sa-mi canti poezie , te rog !

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Sa cer un semn, iubito, spre-a nu te mai uita? Te-as cere doar pe tine, dar nu mai esti a ta; Nu floarea vestejita din parul tau balai, Caci singura mea ruga-i uitarii sa ma dai. La ce simtirea cruda a stinsului noroc Sa nu se sting-asemeni, ci-n veci sa stea pe loc? Tot alte unde-i suna aceluiasi pârau: La ce statornicia parerilor de rau, Când prin aceasta lume sa trecem ne e scris Ca visul unei umbre si umbra unui vis?

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"Fallin' apart" by Mihai Eminescu Asking from me a sign my love to never forget you, Only for you I’d ask, but you don’t belong to you no more, Don’t want the withered flower from your golden hair, Throw me to forgetfulness my only praying is How it will be that this cruel feeling of my faded luck Which also darkens away, will forever stay instead ? All other waves are singing to the same creek, What good can be the sadness which stays When through this world we’re doomed to pass Like dream of a shadow and shadow of a dream? What good from now on to bearing me in mind? Why counting the years flying above the dead? Today or tomorrow if I’ll pass away, it doesn’t mean a thing, When in everyone’s memory my trace will fade away, And you’ll want forgetting the luck we dreamed away. When you’ll wake up my dearest, back in the past, Black be the shadow in which I would be dead, Like we would have never been together, Such as the years filled with longing love would be deserted - For loving you so much, could you offer me forgiveness? With face turned to the wall, abandon me to strangers, Frozen be under the eyelids the lights of my eyes, And when dust would turn to dust, Who’s gonna know where I’m from, or who am I? Lamenting chants crawling through the cold walls Will beg for me the eternal peace; But only one I wish, coming close to me, To whisper me your name on my closed eyelids, Then - if they desire - throwing me at ending of the road It would even be better than what it’s now for me. From far away horizons rises a flock of ravens, And darkens all the heavens on my blinded eyes, Arisen whirlwind from the edges of the earth, Giving my powder to dust and my heart to wind… But you remain blooming as in an April month, With eyes filled with lights, with childish smile, How much of a child are you forever young remain, And don’t remember me no more, as I will not as well. As vrea sa cinte asta in engleza Tom Waits, pe muzica lui nea Cezarica.....Crapa ficatu' in Dinescu, nu alta....

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Bono/U2 ar fi mai bun decit Tom Waits sa cinte compozitia asta formidabila...in engleza bineinteles.... kzbin.info/www/bejne/m2SQZox5lNR7oKc