| Limba noastră-i o comoară În adâncuri înfundată Un şirag de piatră rară Pe moşie revărsată. |
A treasure is our language that surges From deep shadows of the past, Chain of precious stones that scattered All over our ancient land. |
În interpretarea muzicală a lui Alexandru Zărnescu, cu titraj în limba engleză
| Vreme trece, vreme vine, Toate-s vechi şi nouă toate; Ce e rău şi ce e bine Tu te-ntreabă şi socoate; Nu spera şi nu ai teamă, Ce e val ca valul trece; De te-ndeamnă, de te cheamă, Tu rămâi la toate rece. |
Days go past and days come still, All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all. |
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.
Versurile originale din cântecul interpretat de Kelis:
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they're like, "It's better than yours"
Damn right, it's better than yours
I could teach you, but I'd have to charge
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| Being your slave, what should I do but tend, Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend Nor services to do, till you require. |
Sunt sclavul tău, slujindu-ţi, se cuvine pândindu-ţi toana să-ţi răsar în cale; n-am timp trăit de-a-ntregul pentru mine şi nici dorinţe n-am. Doar pe ale tale. |
| Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu… |
Nu mustru ora lunecând din lume când, domn al meu, mi-ai dat în pază ceasul şi depărtările le uit anume când sclavul îl cinsteşti cu bun-rămasul… |
| Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave stay and think of naught save, where you are, how happy you make those… |
N-am să cutez, gelos, să-ntreb cu teamă pe unde mergi ci, robul tău, mă nărui în întristare, dar, de bună seamă ferice-s cei cărora ziua-ţi dărui… |
| So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. |
Dar dragostea ce-ţi port nu vede, tâmpă, nimic din ce cu tine se întâmplă. |
| William Shakespeare | traducere de Gheorghe Tomozei |
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