Ryuichi Sakamoto все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I have to sit down for
Ok, we'll, we'll do that for you, just a minute, thank you
There's a young man here at, at uh San Quentin
Tonight that wrote a song that I just
Saw written down on paper for the first time yesterday
He sent me the sheet music on it,
And I don't know anyone that reads music
Except, maybe Helen

Sa kimi we nonaka no ibara no hana ka (sa yui yui)
Kurete kaereba yarehoni hiki tomeru
(mata Hari no chindara kanushama yo)

Sa ureshi hazukashi ukina o tatete (sa Yui Yui)
nushi wa shirayuri yarehoni mama naranu
(mata hari no chindara kanshama yo)

All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand

Because we don't know when we will die
We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well
Yet everything happens only a certain number of times
And a very small number, really
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood
Some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive your life without it?
Perhaps four or five times more
Perhaps not even that

Every day I open the window
Every day I brush my teeth
Every day I read the paper
Every day I see your face

In the gleam of a brilliant twilight
I see people torn apart
From each other

Pedro Almodóvar's movie "High Heels" ("Tacones Lejanos").

Si tienes un hondo penar, piensa en mi
Si tienes ganas de llorar, piensa en mi
Ya ves que venero tu imagen divina
Tu parvula boca, que siendo tan niña
Me enseñó a pecar

Mets ta langue où tu sais
Non ne t'arrêtes pas
Continue de lécher
Que j'aime quand tu fais ça
En toute soumission
En total don de toi-même
Fais monter l'excitation
Pour l'amour et la haine

Once I thought that I was in control
But that was just another trick of fate
Playing with my life.
There have been some times
I was so tied up
And I said to myself: "Gotta break it all,"
But didn't really try
Two hearts beating

Slow-motion repeat of breaking glass
Fear Creeping up from behind
A slide into corruption
A train of thought stops all along the way
From start to goal
Easy to understand
Thatness, thereness
A grid of time in view