O melodie trista
Una dintre cele mai triste melodii de pe Pamant este cantata de Dolly Parton si Porter Wagoner. Iata versurile, in priginal si apoi traducerea in romaneste.
Her two little feet would come running into
Our bedroom almost every night
Her soft little face would be wet from her tears
And her little heart pounding with fright
Shed hold out her arms, then shed climb in beside us
In her small voice, wed hear her remark
“Mommie and Daddy, can I sleep here with you
Cause Jeannies afraid of the dark”
One day in the summer, we took some flowers
To place on some old family graves
Jeannie said, “Mommy, aint it dark in the ground
Oh, Daddy, Id be so afraid”
Then she looked up at her daddy and me
And said somethin that broke both our hearts
She said, “When I die, please dont bury me
Cause Jeannies afraid of the dark”
Jeannie was always afraid of the dark
And we never could understand why
Cause we looked after Jeannie with the very best of care
Because Jeannie was our only child
Perhaps it was death that she was so afraid of
Cause it took her one dark stormy night
I think we always knew that wed never see Jeannie grown
Cause it seemed she was destined to die
But on Jeannies grave, we placed an eternal flame
That glows and never loses its spark
And on the darkest night, theres always a light
Cause Jeannies afraid of the dark
Our Jeannies afraid of the dark.
Cu piciorusele ei venea alergand,
In fiece seara in dormitorul nostru,
Cu fetisoara ei uda de lacrimi
Si cu inimioara tremurand inspaimantata
Se urca in pat langa noi,
Cu voce pierita ne soptea,
mami si tati, pot sa dorm aici cu voi?
Caci lui Jeannie ii e frica de intuneric?
Intr-o zi de vara am luat niste flori,
Sa le punem pe vechi morminte de familie,
Si Jeannie a spus, “Mami, nu e intuneric in mormant?”
Oh, tati, mi-e atat de frica”,
Apoi ne-a privit, pe tati si pe mine
Si a spus ceva ce ne-a frant inimile
A spus, “cand voi muri, va rog sa nu ma-ngropati,
Pentru ca lui Jeannie i-e frica de intuneric.”
Lui Jeannie ii era mereu frica de intuneric,
Si niciodata n-am inteles de ce,
caci noi am ingrijit-o cu mare dragoste;
probabil de moarte ii era frica
caci a luat-o intr-o noapte cu vant,
Uneori cred ca tot timpul am stiut ca n-o vom vedea crescand,
pare ca-i era destinat sa moara.
Dar pe mormantul lui Jeannie noi am pus o flacara eterna,
Care straluceste si nu-si pierde niciodata scanteia,
Si in cea mai intunecoasa noapte, este totusi lumina
Caci lui Jeannie ii e frica de intuneric,
Lui Jeannie ii este frica de intuneric.
