Thursday, August 24, 2006

Σωκράτη

Θεό... Θεό... Θεό... Θεό δε σε λένε
Κεριά... κεριά... κεριά... κεριά δε σου καίνε
Αλλά τα λό... τα λό... τα λό... τα λόγια σου καίνε
Κι ακό... ακό... ακό... ακόμα τα λένε
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ

Αγνός και καλός, ο πρώτος Χριστός
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ
Με κάπα ζητιάνου γυρνούσες
Και στ' άσπρα σου γένια πουλιά

Τριγύρω λαός, κι εσύ άγιο φως
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ
Για αγάπη και φως τους μιλούσες
Σοφέ των σοφών βασιλιά

Θεό... Θεό... Θεό... Θεό δε σε λένε
Κεριά... κεριά... κεριά... κεριά δε σου καίνε
Αλλά τα λό... τα λό... τα λό... τα λόγια σου καίνε
Κι ακό... ακό... ακό... ακόμα τα λένε
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ

Θεό... Θεό... Θεό... Θεό δε σε λένε
Κεριά... κεριά... κεριά... κεριά δε σου καίνε
Αλλά τα λό... τα λό... τα λό... τα λόγια σου καίνε
Κι ακό... ακό... ακό... ακόμα τα λένε
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ... σουπερστάρ... σουπερστάρ

Πιλάτος λαός, σου πήρε το φως
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ
Κι η Αθήνα που τόσο αγαπούσες
Φαρμάκι σου δίνει πικρό

Πικρή χαραυγή, ορφάνευε η γη
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ
Την ώρα που εσύ ξεκινούσες
Να βρεις τον αιώνιο Θεό

Θεό... Θεό... Θεό... Θεό δε σε λένε
Κεριά... κεριά... κεριά... κεριά δε σου καίνε
Αλλά τα λό... τα λό... τα λό... τα λόγια σου καίνε
Κι ακό... ακό... ακό... ακόμα τα λένε
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ

Θεό... Θεό... Θεό... Θεό δε σε λένε
Κεριά... κεριά... κεριά... κεριά δε σου καίνε
Αλλά τα λό... τα λό... τα λό... τα λόγια σου καίνε
Κι ακό... ακό... ακό... ακόμα τα λένε
Σωκράτη εσύ σουπερστάρ... σουπερστάρ... σουπερστάρ


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11 comments:

admin said...

Lê-se assim:

SOCRATES

Theo... Theo... Theo... theo de se lene
Keria... keria... keria... keria de su kene
Ala ta lo... ta lo... ta loyia su kene
Ki ako... ako... ako... akoma ta lene
Socrati esi superstar
Agnos ke kalos o protos Hristos, Socrati esi superstar
Me kapa zitianu yirnuses, ke st' aspra su yenia pulia
Triyiro laos ki esi ayio fos, Socrati esi superstar
Yia agapi ke fos tus miluses, sofe ton sofon vasilia

Theo... Theo... Theo... theo de se lene
Keria... keria... keria... keria de su kene
Ala ta lo... ta lo... ta loyia su kene
Ki ako... ako... ako... akoma ta lene
Socrati esi superstar

Theo... Theo... Theo... theo de se lene
Keria... keria... keria... keria de su kene
Ala ta lo... ta lo... ta loyia su kene
Ki ako... ako... ako... akoma ta lene
Socrati esi superstar... superstar... superstar

Pilatos laos su pire to fos, Socrati esi superstar
I Athina pu toso agapuses, farmaki su thini pikro
Pikri haravyi orfaneve i yi, Socrati esi superstar
Tin ora pu esi xekinuses, na vris ton eonio theo

Theo... Theo... Theo... theo de se lene
Keria... keria... keria... keria de su kene
Ala ta lo... ta lo... ta loyia su kene
Ki ako... ako... ako... akoma ta lene
Socrati esi superstar

Theo... Theo... Theo... theo de se lene
Keria... keria... keria... keria de su kene
Ala ta lo... ta lo... ta loyia su kene
Ki ako... ako... ako... akoma ta lene
Socrati esi superstar... superstar... superstar

admin said...

Agora em inglês:


Socrates
God... God... God... they never call you that
Candles... candles... candles... they never light them for you
But your words... words... they burn
And still... still... still... they are quoted
Socrates, you superstar

Pure and good, the first Christ
Socrates, you superstar
You went round in a beggar's clothing
And there were birds in your white beard

The crowd around you – you were a holy light
Socrates, you superstar
You talked to them about love and light
The wisest man, the king of wisdom

God... God... God... they never call you that
Candles... candles... candles... they never light them for you
But your words... words... they burn
And still... still... still... they are quoted
Socrates, you superstar

God... God... God... they never call you that
Candles... candles... candles... they never light them for you
But your words... words... they burn
And still... still... still... they are quoted
Socrates, you superstar

Pilate supporters took the light from you
Socrates, you superstar
And Athens, that you loved so much
Gave you a bitter poison

The break of day was bitter, the earth was orphaned
Socrates, you superstar
Your time had come
You found the eternal God

God... God... God... they never call you that
Candles... candles... candles... they never light them for you
But your words... words... they burn
And still... still... still... they are quoted
Socrates, you superstar

God... God... God... they never call you that
Candles... candles... candles... they never light them for you
But your words... words... they burn
And still... still... still... they are quoted
Socrates, you superstar... superstar... superstar

Lúcia said...

entendi tudinho

eheheheheheh

Bastet said...

Tinhas que estragar tudo com a tradução? Sabes lá o que eu já tinha lido ali e como me pareceu belo!

admin said...

Para quem não souber, estes versos premonitórios foram a letra da canção grega concorrente ao festival da canção de 1979. Claro que na versão original temos sempre o grato prazer de ler nelas o que nos souber melhor. Só coloquei a tradução para o SIS não pensar que estava a provocar o primeiro ministro.

addiragram said...

Sabe sempre bem descobrir que a memória, ainda, não nos atraiçoa muito...
Foram só dois anos, mas ficou qualquer coisa.

Toze said...

Fuoda-ssse Lino !!!


LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

PreDatado said...

Vi-me grego para ler isto.

Lúcia said...

ainda aqui está esta algaraviada?

admin said...

Tens razão, Lima. Tenho estado incapacitado. Lá para segunda-feira já espero ter alta do médico e recomeçar a escrever. Tudo por causa dos comprimidos azuis... A vida não é fácil...

ivamarle said...

'tá bem...

o SIS não faz a mínima de Grego...