Jacek Kaczmarski - "Romans historiozoficzno erotyczny o princessie Doni i parobku Didku" 

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nie wiem jak wy macie, ale mnie te jego piosenki (uświadomił mnie kolega Tomek "Łochu", mieliśmy po 16 lat, dał kasety...) otóż one zapadają mi głęboko w podświadomość, na lata, i zdarza się, że zupełnie nieoczekiwanie 'wyłażą' - w snach, w skojarzeniach, w muzyce... czyli Jacek Kaczmarski to był SZTUK-MISTRZ... i wiecie co? jakiż to jest obciach, że on wyjechał z Polski, że umarł tak wcześnie... dobrze, że w ojczyźnie, którą tak cenił

Niesamowity klimat mają Jego piosenki, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan czasem Joan Baez :) Spalił się za szybko, taka polska specyfika, średnia życia amerykańskich bardów, ikon popkultury to 80 lat, choćby te nazwiska które wymieniłem. Szkoda Cię Jacek, mogłeś być z nami dłużej. Zakończę słowami - nomen et omen- Mirka Breguły ''Idolu wrażliwych serc Twój fan Ci oddaje cześć Czekając, kiedy spotka Cię Nie płaczę, bo szkoda łez Że świat tak okrutny jest Zabija, bezlitośnie szerzy śmierć''

DZIĘKUJĘ!

Jacek Kaczmarski Wielkim Poetą był...

oj gdyby Kaczmarski dzisiaj żył...

Piękne !

Mi się zdaje że on cały czas żyje

Jestem ciekaw czy chociażby jeden współczesny artystą był w stanie opisać jedną najprostszą sytuacje tak jak Jacek

Ulicę mu zabrali oddając funkcjonariuszowi PZPR czasów Bieruta. Przy milczeniu luminarzy kultury...

Wielcy Ludzie i prawdziwi Bohaterowie niestety odchodzą za wcześnie.

Wielki Poeta.

Genialne

Wybitny POETA.

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Translation of ‘Romans historiozoficzno erotyczny o princessie Doni I parobku Didku’ by Jacek Kaczmarski “Princess Donia, of blood blue like blue itself Who on the domes of the church*, background for golden stars Since childhood had the whole world in the reach of her hand And foreign precepts just the right amount Her dad travelled in secret missions to Paris From where gloves and perfumes he send her a lot In which he never slighted his loyalty towards Mother Russia Because like Lew Tołstoja he loved the commoners Parisian satin beautifully shone on slim hands When she painted with watercolours peaceful fields Princess Donia Farmhand Ditko* (origin suspicious Or that's at least what the local pop* said) Chased the geese onto the fields in the morning And he didn’t wash himself rather, since he was a simple man He couldn’t write nor read, because why and for what Nobody was bothered by that, not himself either And only crushing bugs with his fingernails in the night From memory he used to sing himself to sleep This way he sang, chased bugs, smelt badly Stared into the clouds and chased the geese with a withe Farmhand Ditko How they met - a boor and an aristocratic flower That’s one of those unexplained things Probably the Prince once again in delegation And his daughter with a painting brush in hand bloomed in the grass Ditko came closer, to look into her painting (first she felt it, before seeing him on the fields) And with a dainty nose she halted her disgust Since dad told her to love the earth’s salt Unfortunate, he became sheepish since he never thought too quickly So he sang her just like he was able with a slight hoarseness Farmhand Ditko: ‘My mother ordered With boys you should carouse Carouse for yourself Donia I won’t forbid you And I myself will carouse Like a fish in Danube Like a fish with okunce* I am young with the boys’ Upon the consequences of the song may shuffle the manes of grass Between which already shines a gloveless hand Enough, that it carried long with the wind into the faraway of fate Parisian perfume and boor Ditko’s scent Don’t condemn too easily fearful Donia It was from foreign teachings that all the evil came from! From the western ‘wise-man’* none told her That the name Ditko means Devil - only that! She didn’t regret the lack of knowledge - oh irony! Inhaling Ditko’s scent, sulfuric like ammonia Princess Donia When the consequence of the romance was uncovered And Ditko vanished - after all, that’s the devil’s trade Took his daughter to Paris, his excellency Where he left her with her sin and in tears She bloomed on the shores of Seine soon enough, like a peony Singing in comedic skits, drinking cognac Princess Donia ‘My mother ordered With boys you should carouse Carouse for yourself Donia I won’t forbid you And I myself will carouse Like a fish in Danue Like a fish with okunce I am young with the boys’ Until passed the time of the blue blooded parasites And a whole new world ran rampant down the step In the labyrinth of ages Donia’s dad was lost Because there came those, who had red blood They came to lay end to fairy tales and inequalities Parisian scents, watercolours, etc. Since what happened was supposed to happen And what happened everybody knows well With a glove hidden in a belt of bullets Went against churches, romances and monuments Commissar Ditko Rivers changed course and fields emptied Feet millions of steps were covered by dust What was a source of pride became shunned And those on the front - broke off to the back And in “Moulin Rouge” still sang Princess Donia So Ditko’s son was able to suck oysters On lonely nights, with her face in her hands, she mused What the Red Mill had done with her devil. And suddenly he appeared - like how suddenly he once disappeared Jaded devil - with a silver thread on his cheek And he sang with her - like he was able - with slight hoarseness Emigrant Ditko. ‘My mother ordered With boys you should carouse Carouse for yourself Donia I won’t forbid you And I myself will carouse Like a fish in Danue Like a fish with okunce I am young with the boys’” *the church - all churches mentioned here are the Orthodox churches, with a unique kind of build and look. You can google it - it’s called ‘cerkiew’. *Farmhand Ditko - a servant, a helper. Originally, the name of his position also started with the letter ‘P’ like Princess’s Donia’s, probably for greater effect. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any words for a servant in English that would start with ‘P’, so it is what it is. *pop - here, a priest (from what I gathered). *okunce - I have no clue what it is or how to translate it, so I didn’t. If you have an idea write to me in the comments. *wise-man - here, said in a derogatory way, suggesting that they were a fraud or not as wise as they claimed. Or at least of a much lesser impact than they should be.

Ależ to POETA.

To jest metrum 4/4?

Piekna piesn i ta ukrainska wstawka...

Słyszałam, że ta piosenka jest oparta na kilkusetstronicowej powieści ukraińskiej, nie znam tytułu, nie była tłumaczona na polski, wie ktoś, co to może być za książka?