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Il faut savoir encore sourire
Quand le meilleur s'est retiré
Et qu'il ne reste que le pire
Dans une vie bęte ŕ pleurer
Il faut savoir, coűte que coűte
Garder toute sa dignité
Et malgré ce qu'il nous en coűte
S'en aller sans se retourner
Face au destin qui nous désarme
Et devant le bonheur perdu
Il faut savoir cacher ses larmes
Mais moi, mon coeur, je n'ai pas su
Il faut savoir quitter la table
Lorsque l'amour est desservi
Sans s'accrocher l'air pitoyable
Mais partir sans faire de bruit
Il faut savoir cacher sa peine
Sous le masque de tous les jours
Et retenir les cris de haine
Qui sont les derniers mots d'amour
Il faut savoir rester de glace
Et taire un coeur qui meurt déjŕ
Il faut savoir garder la face
Mais moi, mon coeur, je t'aime trop
Mais moi, je ne peux pas
Il faut savoir mais moi
Je ne sais pas...


Smijesiti se dalje, da to treba znati
kada je najbolje ustati od stola,
kad pred nama stoje samo prazni sati
u tome zivotu glupome do bola.

Trebalo bi znati, ma koliko stoji,
sacuvati ponos, onaj sto preosta,
i usprkos svemu, prijatelji moji,
zauvijek otici, znati da je dosta.

Pred sudbinom svojom koja sve ti uze,
kad vec nista nemas, kada sve si dao,
trebalo bi znati skriti svoje suze.
No ja, srce moje, ja to nisam znao.

Zato treba znati napustiti stol
kad je ljubav tvoja davno pojedena,
ravnodusna lica skriti svoju bol,
zauvijek otici tiho kao sjena.

I usnama treba reci da se smiju
iza maske jada, i stisnuti zube,
a krikovi mrznje u tebi da gnjiju,
te posljednje rijeci onih koji ljube.

Treba znati mirno otici na kraju,
usutkati srce sto vec umrlo je,
sacuvati obraz ko neki sto znaju,
dok jos nije pao. Trebalo je znati,

suvise te volim,
ja to nisam znao.



You've got to learn to show a happy face,
Although you're full of misery.
You mustn't show a trace of sadness
And never look for sympathy.

You've got to learn, although it's very hard,
The way of pocketing your pride,
And sometimes face humiliation
While you are burning up inside.

Facing reality is awful hard to do,
When it seems happiness is gone.
You've got to learn, to hide your tears,
And tell your heart life must go on.

You've got to learn, to leave the table,
When love is no longer being served.
Just show them all that you are able
To leave without saying a word.

You've got to learn, to hide your sorrow,
And go on living as before.
What good is thinking of tomorrow
Who knows what it may have in store?

You've got to learn, to be much stronger,
At times your head should rule your heart.
You've got to learn, from hard experience
And listen to the voice and sometimes pay the price.

But I won't learn to live -
With a broken heart.




Treba znati - Il Faut Savoir - You've got to learn

Charles Aznavour



da,ipak na ovoj temi

"Ne, 'kletstvo, ne."

"Sada,kad imas muskarca nemoj vise nikada da
budes na skveru.
Ako to ucinis on ce imati zenu na svakom koraku.
Bila sam poznata po tome sto muskarce ne tretiram dobro,

Ja njih teram da naporno rade i danju i nocu,zato
sto se divlje zene ne sekiraju,
divlje zene ne pate od tuge."



Ida Koks

"Nemam zelju ni da prikazem ,ni da zapanjim,ni da ubijedim.Imam svoje zivce,svoja isparenja.Tezim ka apsolutnom pocinku i ka neprekidnoj noci... Ne znati nista , ne propovijedati nista,ne htjeti nista,ne osjecati nista,spavati,pa opet spavati,to je jedina moja zelja.Zelja sramna i gnusna,ali iskrena."

isti slucaj......

Cudan ovaj Sarl

...a onomad sam otisla s Nikom Hornbijem u krevet....bio je ispod svih ocekivanja.....takoreci Nista spram Apdajka ili Karvera....

drago mi je shto su mi se kuma i frend oma skontali....

drago mi da te materinstvo ne ometa ni u cemu...pa ni u pracenju situacije.... ....

The Albatross

Often, to pass the time on board, the crew
will catch an albatross, one of those big birds
which nonchalantly chaperone a ship
across the biter fathoms of the sea.
Tied to the deck, this sovereign of space,
as if embarrassed by its clumsiness,
pitiably lets its great white wings
drag at its sides like a pair of unshipped oars.
How weak and awkward, even comical
this traveler but lately so adroit-
one deckhand sticks a pipestem in its beak,
another mock the cripple that once flew!
The Poet is like this monarch of the clouds
riding the storm above the marksman's range;
exiled on the ground, hooted and jeered,
he cannot walk because of his great wings.