"Han mindes den sommer hvor hun strålede/ Forsvandt i haven grøn"
Volbeat: "The Garden's Tale"
Jos muistatte, ketä/mitä olen kaipaillut sitten joulukuun alusta lähtien, voin huojentuneena ilmoittaa homman korjautuneen. Ehkä lääkkeet/yleinen terveydentila, ehkä stressi, ehkä jotain muuta. Ja onneksi nyt eikä esim. alkavan viikon perjantai-iltana tai lauantaiaamuna, juuri ennen hautajaisia. Huh, hei, helpotusta.
If you know what/who I have been waiting for since early December, I am happy to declare that I got what I wanted. It might have been the medicines, it might have been my physical condition, it might have been the stress, it might have been something else. And thank God, this happened NOW, and not on Friday evening or Saturday morning, i.e. right before the funeral. Whew, am so relieved!
Jos ette tiedä, mistä puhun, jatkakaa normaaleja puuhianne. Ette ole menettäneet mitään. Hushus, nyt. :D
If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, keep doing whatever you were doing. You haven't missed anything. Shoo, shoo, now. Go home, there's nothing to see here. :D
Viha-rakkaus-suhteeni tähän biisiin jatkuu. Enimmäkseen rakastan sitä. Anders lähti, mutta minä olen edelleen hengissä. Tosin tulee ongelmia huomisen kirjallisuuskeskustelun kanssa, kun kirjasta on tässä vaiheessa vielä puolet lukematta. Kaikkea ei voi saada. (Tyhmä juttu sinänsä. Kukahan sen on keksinyt? Ja toisekseen, kuka muistaa Hugo-peikon telkkarista? "Aina ei voi voettaa. Ei edes joka kerrrta.") Kuunnelkaapa biisi. Minä lähden potemaan migreeniä.
I still haven't decided whether I love or hate this song. Mostly, I love it, though. Anders left, but I'm still alive. I'm going to die tomorrow, though, at the literary discussion group, seeing that I still have about half the book to read. One can't always win. (Such a stupid sentence, that is. Not as over-used in English, though, as it is in Finnish.) Do listen to it - I'm off to spend some quality time with the migraine.
Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby come home
You angels bring her home
Imens står solen over højen
Han mindes den sommer hvor hun strålede
Forsvandt i haven grøn
Og træernes sang hun fandt
Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home
Den sang tog mørket i sin pote
Den bar hans kvinde i dens kolde favn
Og lagde hende for hans dør i silkekjole
Hoping the angels would carry her home
Leaving it all with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I´ll carry you away
Into the garden´s tale
But everything died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seing it all
Blossom forever more
Time keeps on painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby now I know you´re in the light
Painting it all with your colorful songs
Imens står solen over højen
Hans skygge kastes ud i haven grøn
Forsvandt for evigt og uden en note
Hoping the angels will carry her home
Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby you´re home
You angels where are you.
Jos muistatte, ketä/mitä olen kaipaillut sitten joulukuun alusta lähtien, voin huojentuneena ilmoittaa homman korjautuneen. Ehkä lääkkeet/yleinen terveydentila, ehkä stressi, ehkä jotain muuta. Ja onneksi nyt eikä esim. alkavan viikon perjantai-iltana tai lauantaiaamuna, juuri ennen hautajaisia. Huh, hei, helpotusta.
If you know what/who I have been waiting for since early December, I am happy to declare that I got what I wanted. It might have been the medicines, it might have been my physical condition, it might have been the stress, it might have been something else. And thank God, this happened NOW, and not on Friday evening or Saturday morning, i.e. right before the funeral. Whew, am so relieved!
Jos ette tiedä, mistä puhun, jatkakaa normaaleja puuhianne. Ette ole menettäneet mitään. Hushus, nyt. :D
If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, keep doing whatever you were doing. You haven't missed anything. Shoo, shoo, now. Go home, there's nothing to see here. :D
Viha-rakkaus-suhteeni tähän biisiin jatkuu. Enimmäkseen rakastan sitä. Anders lähti, mutta minä olen edelleen hengissä. Tosin tulee ongelmia huomisen kirjallisuuskeskustelun kanssa, kun kirjasta on tässä vaiheessa vielä puolet lukematta. Kaikkea ei voi saada. (Tyhmä juttu sinänsä. Kukahan sen on keksinyt? Ja toisekseen, kuka muistaa Hugo-peikon telkkarista? "Aina ei voi voettaa. Ei edes joka kerrrta.") Kuunnelkaapa biisi. Minä lähden potemaan migreeniä.
I still haven't decided whether I love or hate this song. Mostly, I love it, though. Anders left, but I'm still alive. I'm going to die tomorrow, though, at the literary discussion group, seeing that I still have about half the book to read. One can't always win. (Such a stupid sentence, that is. Not as over-used in English, though, as it is in Finnish.) Do listen to it - I'm off to spend some quality time with the migraine.
Click to viewTime keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby come home
You angels bring her home
Imens står solen over højen
Han mindes den sommer hvor hun strålede
Forsvandt i haven grøn
Og træernes sang hun fandt
Time keeps painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby still I am waiting in the light
Hoping the angels would carry you home
Den sang tog mørket i sin pote
Den bar hans kvinde i dens kolde favn
Og lagde hende for hans dør i silkekjole
Hoping the angels would carry her home
Leaving it all with my only friend
Her beauty was lifeless on the stair
Oh baby I´ll carry you away
Into the garden´s tale
But everything died and turned to stones
I laid her down under the old oak
Seing it all
Blossom forever more
Time keeps on painting my darling
And the garden keeps on singing the old song
Oh baby now I know you´re in the light
Painting it all with your colorful songs
Imens står solen over højen
Hans skygge kastes ud i haven grøn
Forsvandt for evigt og uden en note
Hoping the angels will carry her home
Time keeps painting my darling
Ripped all the flowers in the garden
Oh baby you´re home
You angels where are you.