Liekkas - Sofia Jannok

Nástegokčasa vuolde 　　 璀璨星空下
mon ráhkadan luottaid 　　我在寻找着 北极光的征兆
Guovssahasa sánit 　　 天空中的北极光
libardit dáivahis 　　 蜿蜒变化如舞

Doala mu gieđa 　　 紧握着我的手
Njávkka mu niera 　 　抚摸着我的脸庞
savkal čáppa sániid 　 　轻声说着甜蜜的情话
jeđđe litnasit 　　 像那样安慰着我
Leage nu liekkas vai mon in galbmo 请再抱紧些 　　
Juoiggas vel munnje... 那样我才不会感到寒冷


Jaskatvuođa hálddus 　　 呼吸回响
mu vuoigŋamat dávistit 　 微风轻啸
Juoga savkala munnje ahte leat boahtime 　　像是你在耳鬓低语
　

Doala mu gieđa 　　 紧握着我的手
Njávkka mu niera 　　 抚摸着我的脸庞
savkal čáppa sániid 　 　轻声说着甜蜜的情话
jeđđe litnasit 　　 像那样安慰着我
Leage nu liekkas vai mon in galbmo 请再抱紧些 　　
Juoiggas vel munnje... 那样我才不会感到寒冷


Doala mu gieđa 　　 紧握着我的手
Njávkka mu niera 　 　抚摸着我的脸庞
savkal čáppa sániid 　　 轻声说着甜蜜的情话
jeđđe litnasit 　　 像那样安慰着我
Leage nu liekkas vai mon in galbmo 请再抱紧些 　　
Juoiggas vel munnje... 那样我才不会感到寒冷

Puff the Magic Dragon -- Peter, Paul & Mary

又到一年秋风起。这首歌让我想起童年，温暖又带着点伤感。

PUFF --THE MAGIC DRAGON
Leonard Lipton & Peter Yarrow


Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee

Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
and brought him strings and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff

Together they would travel
on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout
perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes
would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flag
when Puff roared out his name

A dragon lives forever
but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings
make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened,
Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon
he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow
green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play
along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend
Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon
sadly slipped into his cave

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring

接着听巴赫吧。今天听的是BWV 147 Herz und Mund und Tat und Leben 的第十乐章 Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring （耶稣，人们仰望喜悦）。这首合唱的旋律也是别人（Johann Schop）所写，巴赫写的和声并将之管弦乐化。我就不多说了，听 Celtic Woman 的现场。

Jesu, joy of man's desiring,
Holy wisdom, love most bright;
Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light.
Word of God, our flesh that fashioned,
With the fire of life impassioned,
Striving still to truth unknown,
Soaring, dying round Thy throne.

Wachet auf, Ruft Uns Die Stimme 醒来吧

我前面曾经说过，没准哪天我会写《我爱巴赫》，那么，今天就让我来介绍一点巴赫的音乐吧。我在这里写的，只是我听音乐的经历，所以呢要先写一写我是怎样开始听巴赫的。

最早听巴赫的时候，我并不知道那就是巴赫。初中的时候每天早上七点钟要到学校上早读课。妈妈六点钟把我叫醒，她打开收音机，广播电台的英语教学节目和我的学习进度完全相同。节目的开始曲给我留下了深刻的印象，它绝对是异国情调，管弦乐有些嘈杂繁复，但却豪华壮丽，循规蹈矩地有节奏感。很久以后我才知道这是巴赫的《勃兰登堡协奏曲》(Brandenburg Concertos)，我感觉到的嘈杂繁复是因为我的耳朵不能够聆听复调音乐的缘故。

后来巴赫听得多了，我就感觉到，这个可爱的老头子真是太伟大了！他太多产了，各种音乐形式都有涉及，他的贡献还有乐理如十二平均律，和声，以及他的音乐的逻辑，让我太佩服了。

好了，今天我要介绍的是巴赫的一部康塔塔（Cantata/清唱套曲），Wachet auf, Ruft Uns Die Stimme （醒来吧）。这一部作品在他的所有作品中的编号是BWV140。这里要提一下，BWV是德文Bach-Werke-Verzeichmls (Bach Works Catalogue)的头3个字母，也就是“巴赫作品目录”。它按照作品类别编号，而不是以作曲年代先后为序。巴赫一生写了350多部康塔塔，留存下来的只有224部，也就是BWV1-224。康塔塔在当时十八世纪上半页的路德教会是每周礼拜的重要组成部分之一，它的内容也就是布道的内容。那个时候巴赫在莱比锡的教堂工作，每周都要写这么一部多乐章的康塔塔，然后还要指挥合唱团和乐队在周日演出，周复一周，年复一年，350多部就是六年多快七年的时间啊，大家可以想想这是什么样的精神。

BWV140讲的是马太福音25：1-13的十个童女的故事（见后）。巴赫根据Philipp Nicolai 1599年的旋律写出了这部七个乐章的作品，在圣三主日之后第27个周日，也就是在1731年11月25日首次演出。（圣三主日是复活节后五十天后/七周的周日，而复活节是春分月圆后的第一个周日。这是不是太复杂？）我请大家听的是第四乐章，合唱Zion hört die Wächter singen（Zion hears the watchmen singing）锡安（耶路撒冷）已闻守望歌声。在墙内我只找到了挪威歌手Sissel的版本，并且我都没有听出来她唱的是什么语言。



Sissel开始哼唱的啦啦啦是巴赫写的旋律，中间唱的不知道是什么语言的部分是Philipp Nicolai的旋律，巴赫的和声。我必须承认，这个版本过于现代。你在这个乐章中听到了什么呢？是不是崇敬，虔诚，喜悦，感恩？

这个乐章巴赫还写了一个管风琴独奏的版本，BWV645，有兴趣的可以去找来听听。

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马太福音 25
1 那时，天国好比十个童女，拿着灯，出去迎接新郎。
2 其中有五个是愚拙的。五个是聪明的。
3 愚拙的拿着灯，却不预备油。
4 聪明的拿着灯，又预备油在器皿里。
5 新郎迟延的时候，她们都打盹睡着了。
6 半夜有人喊着说，新郎来了，你们出来迎接他。
7 那些童女就都起来收拾灯。
8 愚拙的对聪明的说，请分点油给我们。因为我们的灯要灭了。
9 聪明的回答说，恐怕不够你我用的。不如你们自己到卖油的那里去买吧。
10 她们去买的时候，新郎到了。那预备好了的，同他进去坐席。门就关了。
11 其余的童女，随后也来了，说，主阿，主阿，给我们开门。
12 他却回答说，我实在告诉你们，我不认识你们。
13 所以你们要儆醒，因为那日子，那时辰，你们不知道。

Chopin Piano Concerto No.1 in E minor, 2nd Movement

Lang Lang, a very passionate interpreter, plays Chopin

Concerto No.1 for Piano in E Minor, Op.11, 2. Romance. Larghetto

2010台湾行（3）- 太平洋的风

去台湾之前，我看了电影《练习曲》，一个即将毕业的大学生明相单车环岛旅行的故事，沿途的台湾风景民风民俗等等给我留下了深刻的印象。尤其是东海岸的风景，高山蓝天无边的大海，美不胜收。片尾曲是台湾民歌之父胡德夫的《太平洋的风》，我除了感动，不知道说些什么好。

最早的一件衣裳 最早的一片呼唤
最早的一个故乡 最早的一件往事
是太平洋的风徐徐吹来 吹过我所有的全部
裸裎赤子 呱呱落地的披风
丝丝若息 油油然的生机
吹过了多少人的脸颊 才吹上了我的
太平洋的风一直在吹

最早世界的感觉
最早感觉的世界

舞影婆娑 在辽阔无际的海洋
攀落滑动 在千古的峰台和平野
吹上山吹落山 吹进了美丽的山谷
太平洋的风一直在吹

最早母亲的感觉
最早的一份觉醒

吹动无数的孤儿船帆 领进了宁静的港湾
穿梭著美丽的海峡上 吹上延绵无穷的海岸
吹著你 吹著我 吹生命草原的歌啊
太平洋的风一直在吹

最早和平的感觉
最早感觉的和平

吹散迷漫的帝国霸气 吹生出壮丽的椰子国度
漂夹著南岛的气息 那是自然 尊贵 而丰盛

吹落斑斑的帝国旗帜 吹生出我们的槟榔树叶
太平洋的风徐徐吹来 吹过真正的太平

飘夹著芬芳的玉兰花香 吹进了我们的村庄
吹开我最爱的窗

当太平洋的风徐徐吹来 吹过真正的太平
当太平洋的风徐徐吹来 吹过真正的太平

最早的一片感觉
最早的一片世界

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没能在胡德夫的故乡台东看到白天的海，到了花莲我就一定要去看那里的海。在车站边的游客信息中心问清楚了行情，我们决定包一辆出租车去太鲁阁。和司机黄先生说我们还想去清水断崖，说好一天八小时一共NT2300，还不到$80，实在是不算贵，要知道太鲁阁大巴一日游都要每人NT900，我们还正好错过了出发时间，要想大巴游，也只能半日了。

《练习曲》里的明相骑自行车经过的苏花（苏澳至花莲）公路是非常艰险的一段路。当我们自己行驶在这条路上的时候就有亲身体会。公路建在从海里高耸而起的大理石岩质的高山的山腰，隔三岔五就是长短不一的隧道，大卡车，私家车，巴士都走同一条路线。一个年轻人要在其间骑单车，在光线明暗交错的环境，是多么的不易。我们的司机黄先生是有几十年驾龄的老司机了，在这里都开得很慢很小心。

停车在清水断崖的观景台，下车，今天是个有云的晴天，完全不同于昨天阴霾的天气，第一眼见到海，浩瀚无边的太平洋，深深浅浅的蓝色，太平洋的风徐徐吹来，吹上了我的脸颊。

从太鲁阁回来，在日落时分，我们来到七星潭海滩。

Franz Lehár - Vilja Lied

Elisabeth Schwarzkopf sings "Vilja" from The Merry Widow (Lehár) (excerpt)
德语歌剧《风流寡妇》中的咏叹调-《那里有位林中女妖》，Franz Lehár 作曲

记得小时候看电影，希特勒说他最爱看《风流寡妇》，我觉得真是好笑。现在看来，希特勒还很有品味。

There once was a vilja, a witch of the wood,
A hunter beheld her alone as she stood,
The spell of her beauty upon him was laid,
He look’d and he longed for the magical maid!
For a sudden tremor ran,
Right thro’ the love bewilder’d man,
And he sigh’d as a hapless lover can.

Vilja, O Vilja! The witch of the wood!
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilja, O Vilja, my love and my bride!
Softly and sadly he sigh’d

Vilja, O Vilja! The witch of the wood!
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilja, O Vilja, my love and my bride!
Softly and sadly he sigh’d

The wood maiden smiled, and no answer she gave,
But beckon’d him into the shade of the cave;
He never had known such rapturous bliss,
No maiden of mortals so sweetly can kiss!
As before her feet he lay,
She vanish’d in the wood away,
And he call’d vainly till his dying day!

天堂的码头

马萨葡萄园岛的Oak Bluffs是个漂亮的小镇。我认为，它的码头实在是太美了，天堂的码头也就不过如此吧。对，我知道我应该让渡轮入镜，可是，在天堂的每一分钟，谁又有耐心等待，并且，这么蓝的天，这么碧的海，这么快乐休闲的人，还有SUV拖着的一艘小艇，我还能要求些更多的么?

坐最后一班车从Gay Head返回Vineyard Haven去赶最后一班渡轮，我又听了The Rose。二十年前我第一次听，现在还是一样喜欢并感动。

some say love，it is a river
有人说，爱就像一条滔滔的河流
that drowns the tender reed
溺死那弱不经风的芦苇
some say love，it is a razor
有人说，爱就像一把锋利的剃刀
that leaves your soul to bleed.
让人的灵魂流血不止
some say love，it is a hunger
有人说，爱是永远满足不了的欲望
an endless aching need 
伴随着永无休止的痛苦
I say love， it is a flower,
我说，爱是一朵花
and you it's only seed
而你，是唯一能让花朵绽放的种子
it's the heart afraid of breaking
害怕受伤的心
that never learns to dance
永远也学不会翩然起舞
it's the dream afraid of waking
害怕苏醒的梦
that never takes the chance
永远也不会成真
it's the one who won't be taken,
不懂得付出的人
who cannot seem to give，
也不会得到回报
and the soul afraid of dying
害怕死亡的灵魂
that never learns to live。
也永远学不会该怎样活着
when the night has been too lonely
当孤独伴着夜晚降临的时候
and the road has been too long.
当前方的路遥遥无期的时候
and you think that love is only
当你认为，只有那些幸运和强大的人
for the lucky and the strong，
才能拥有爱情的时候
just remember in the winter
别忘了，在寒冷的冬天
far beneath the bitter snow
在那厚厚的冰雪之下，
lies the seed that with the sun's love
阳光早已把她的爱播种
in the spring, becomes the rose
当春天来临的时候，玫瑰就要盛开了

琐事，随想

1) 终于读了 Jhumpa Lahiri 的小说 The Namesake，我很是喜欢。这是讲一家印度移民在美国落地生根的故事，透着些伤感。让我特感动的有三段：一是儿子 Gogol 去处理爸爸的后事，面对空空的公寓默默流泪（哎，我都记不清是他流泪了还是我流泪了）；另一段是曾经胆怯的儿子想起和爸爸一起手拉手在鳕鱼角的尖尖上一直走到海里，爸爸说，儿子你要记住今天我们一起做的这件快乐的事；再一段是妈妈要搬回印度前最后一次在家请朋友聚会，儿子去拿相机拍照，在纸箱里发现当年爸爸送给他的那本果戈里（ Gogol, thus the namesake）的短篇小说集，爸爸的笔迹写着“the man who gave you his name, from the man who gave you your name”。我唏嘘不止。不准备看电影，一般电影都比书差多了，那电影的招贴画让我认为是一部爱情片。我不认为这是本爱情小说。

2）前些日子随大溜订了个可听书 The Time Traveler's Wife，还且等了一段时间呢。很多人会觉得这本书或电影很浪漫，原谅我一点儿也没感觉，反而认为一个大老爷们老男人不该时空旅行回到从前去打扰一个小女孩的成长。本来吗，小女孩应该和同龄人一起长大，也许和一个小男孩青梅竹马，两小无猜。这本书实在听得我度日如年。我一个科学工作者尤其觉得书中对男主角时空旅行的解释－－基因的突变－－非常非常地费解，这一点就已经很可笑了，所以我无法产生浪漫的感觉。哎，不知道这说明了我的什么心理。

3）上个月有一天这里突袭抓时代广场爆炸案的有关人士。其中那两个人住的地方就在我原来住的地方同一个街区。哎，你永远不知道你周围住的是什么人。那天我还看见有三架直升机呈静止状态盘旋在Brookline上空，就好像好莱坞大片的架势，但是其实是执行这一次抓人的任务。我思索了20秒钟我要不要拍照，然后否定了，因为我在开车，掏相机要至少30秒，这种场景还不好取景。等我转到BU Bridge的时候，就看到一个路人，用一个卡片机拍这些直升机。看来有新闻敏锐力的，不止我一人。还有，你们是不是也觉得爆炸案嫌疑犯太笨了？当然，这是我们的幸运。

4）为什么我有两个音乐播放器，加起来放了至少50G的音乐，我还总是找不到要听的呢？难道是我喜新厌旧？或者很多音乐不适合工作的时候听？比如说交响曲或是协奏曲就不适合，那些是应该沐浴更衣，静下心来欣赏的。流行音乐呢，我怕我会在心里跟着唱，就没法安心工作了，况且有些流行音乐一年听一次就够了，可能也只有阿菲和齐豫能让我反复听。我真是难伺候啊。

5）前些日子饮用水总输水管破裂，城市紧急调用后备水源，是水库里的积水，据说因为是积水怕没消毒干净，有细菌，所以州里发布煮水令，说是不光喝的水，连刷牙，洗碗都要用煮过的水。我尝了尝煮过的水，一点异味没有啊，就放心地用冷水洗碗，刷牙，因此遭到了同事的质疑，认为我不把煮水令当回事。我说，我是从中国来的，我们从来都是煮水喝的，显然是有经验对付这种情况的。我不知道的是，星期六下午三点多输水管破裂，到晚上所有超市，药店，任何你能想到的地方的货架上的瓶装水和一次性盘子杯子就全被买光了。呃。

6）礼拜一空气质量奇差，灰蒙蒙一片又一片，像极了北京上海，州里又发布了空气质量警告，说没事别出门。原来是加拿大魁北克省森林火灾的烟被吹过来了。我正好有理由少跑了五公里。我就不禁为国人悲哀，要是按照麻州的标准，不是哪天都不能出门了？我记得二月到北京的那天，太阳好像蛋黄一样的挂着天上，还不是总能像蛋黄，有时候连黄颜色都透不过来，长安街上可见度是大约两百米。我忽然有心理作用般的觉得呼吸困难，好在我很快地克服了这种我认为很不爱国的心理，又畅快的消耗着我赖以生存的氧气了。曾经有段时间，据说Charles河也是污染严重，有首歌唱的是“I love that dirty water, oh, Boston”，我想某天也许我会唱“I love that dirty air, oh, Beijing”。希望北京也像波士顿一样，把脏的东西变干净。



(Spoken:)
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)

完了，今天晚上这首歌就要一直在我脑袋里了，还有那浓重的波士顿口音。

Perhaps Love -- Placido Domingo & John Denver

我以为读中学时喜欢的江苏台的海蓉是我一个人的所爱呢（具体事例之一见此），没想到老友也很喜欢。好吧，今天就再说说海蓉的影响。那时候很喜欢海蓉的声音，和其他播音员都不同，温柔可亲，像大姐姐一样，而且她很有知识，总是有无穷无尽的音乐可以介绍给我们。除了西洋古典，还有外国，港台流行乐。我记得就是在她的节目里第一次听到好多的歌，比如《答案在风中飘》，《五百英里》，《昨日重现》，《乡村小路带我回家》，还有这一首多明戈和约翰丹佛的《也许爱》。那时我的英文不好，基本听不懂唱的啥。但这一首歌，非常不同，因为是美声的多明戈和通俗的丹佛合做演绎丹佛的作品，两种唱法互相映衬，有特别的感觉。



Perhaps Love
Artists : Placido Domingo , John Denver

Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

O love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
A thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
Some say they don't know

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
A thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you

约翰丹佛真是个浪漫的人，“如果我能永生，所有的梦想都成真，我的爱的记忆将会是你”，真的感人呢。后来得以完整地欣赏多明戈的这一张跨界的专辑，也是很喜欢。其中还有一首丹佛的作品，为他的妻子写的深情款款的《安妮的歌》，也是多少人的所爱呢（包括本人啦），最近齐豫也用她的天籁般的声音演绎了这首歌，有兴趣的可以去搜来听听。

现在回想起来，海蓉真的是对当年那个懵懵懂懂的我的音乐爱好起了至关重要的作用，又或者我的品味和她很像我才喜欢她的节目的。昨天老友提起她曾见过海蓉。我问，她啥样？她可是我当年的偶像啊！时间久远，老友亦记不起，却搜出了海蓉的博客，害得我花时间去读，然后有些失望，发现我的偶像也和我们一样，都是平常人，也要亲自吃饭，亲自上厕所（这些博客可没写啊，是我自己想象的），也有迷惑，也要追求寄托。之后我就想，我们也长大了，我们不需要偶像了，因为我们自己就是自己的偶像。

在这里，我还是要怀念她带给我的影响。这两篇是她的博客里登载的对她的访问，算是回忆录吧，是我最喜欢的篇章。

http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4b10f3fd010008o2.html

http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4b10f3fd010008om.html

Melodramma – Andrea Bocelli

贴歌要比写《吃在台湾》容易得多，我就在这里偷懒了。感觉这一个礼拜我的意大利语水平见长啊，呵呵。这一首歌，是我第一次听到就非常喜欢的，音乐真的如名字一样 melodramatic。有时候我也会想，我内心是否也是渴望 melodramatic 的生活呢？可是，艺术 melodramatic 一些比较有感染力，生活，还是平平淡淡是最真吧。

Paolo Luciani; Pierpaolo Guerrini

Melodramma Questa mia canzone Inno dell’amore Te la canto adesso Con il mio dolor Così forte, così grande che mi trafigge il cuor. Ma limpido è il mattino tra i campi odor di vino Io ti sognavo e adesso Ti vedo ancora lì Ah, quanta nostalgia Affresco di collina Io pìango che pazzia Fu andarsene poi via. Questa melodia Inno dell’amore Te la canto e sento Tutto il mio dolor Così forte, così grande che mi trafigge il cuor. Ma limpido è il mattino tra i campi un gran mulino lì è nato il mio destino amaro senza te… amaro senza te. E questo core canta Un dolce melodramma È l’inno dell’amor Che canterò per te È un melodramma che Che canto senza te.

Melodrama This song of mine Hymn of love I sing to you now With my pain So strong, so great it stabs my heart. But the morning is clear between the fields the scent of wine I dreamed of you and now I see you still there Ah, what memories Fresco of hills I cry what madness Was to leave and go. This melody Hymn of love I sing to you and feel All my pain So strong, so great it stabs my heart. But the morning is clear between the fields a windmill there was born my fate Bitter without you ... Bitter without you. And this heart sings A sweet melodrama It is the hymn of love I'll sing for you It is a melodrama I sing without you.

Mi Mancherai （我想念你）- Josh Groban

我是先听的 Josh Groban 的 Mi Mancherai，后来才看的意大利电影 Il Postino (The Postman)。这首歌和电影没什么关系，只是用了电影的主题音乐，两者都给我留下了深刻的印象。电影虽然是虚构，但是诗人 Neruda 却是真实的。他和邮差的友谊，对邮差的文学艺术和罗曼史的帮助，都非常的温馨。电影的结局让我很意外，伤感所以感动。回来再听 Mi Mancherai，就更加体会到那份深情。

但是，实际情况是，我直到今天才知道这首歌是讲什么的，谁叫我不懂意大利语呢。今天用了几个翻译器（Google, Bing, Yahoo），发现最好的还就是Google，不但能将意大利语翻译成英语，还可以翻译成简体中文（虽然有的地方很可笑，破坏了哀伤的气氛，所以下面的中译我根据英译做了适当改动）。Bing的英译还行，但是不能中译。Yahoo的英译实在太可笑了，所以已经被我打进冷宫了，呵呵。



Mi Mancherai

Mi mancherai se te ne vai
Mi mancherà la tua serenità
Le tue parole come canzoni al vento
E l'amore che ora porti via

Mi mancherai se te ne vai
Ora per sempre non so come vivere
E l'allegria, amica mia, va via con te

Mi mancherai, mi mancherai, perchè vai via
Perchè l'amore in te si è spento
Perchè, perchè...
Non cambierà niente lo so
E dentro sento te

Mi mancherai, mi mancherai, perchè vai via
Perchè l'amore in te si è spento
Perchè, perchè...
Non cambierà niente lo so
E dentro sento te

Mi mancherà l'immensità
Dei nostri giorni e notti insieme noi
I tuoi sorrisi quando si fa buio
La tua ingenuità da bambina, tu...

Mi mancherai amore mio
Mi guardo e trovo un vuoto dentro me
E l'allegria, amica mia, va via con te

English Translation

I Miss You

I'll miss you if you go
I will miss your serenity
Your words like songs in the wind
And love that now take away

I'll miss you if you go
Now I do not know how to live forever
And joy, my friend, goes away with you

I miss you I miss you, why go away
Why the love in you is dead
Because ...
I know nothing will change
And inside I feel you

I miss you I miss you, why go away
Why the love in you is dead
Because ...
I know nothing will change
And inside I feel you

I'll miss the immensity
Of our days and nights with us
Your smiles when it is dark
Your naivete as a child, you ...

I miss you my love
I look and I find emptiness inside of me
And joy, my friend, goes away with you

中文翻译

我想念你

我会想念你，如果你离去
我会想念你的宁静
你的话，就像风中的歌
还有被带走的爱

我会想念你，如果你离去
现在我不知道怎样活下去
欢乐，我的朋友，与你一同离开

我想念你，我想念你，为什么离开
为什么你的爱会死去
因为...
我知道什么都不会改变
我在心里感觉到你

我想念你，我想念你，为什么离开
为什么你的爱会死去
因为...
我知道什么都不会改变
我在心里感觉到你

我会想念，无边无际的
我们的日与夜
黑暗中你的微笑
你孩子般的天真，你...

我想念你，我的爱
我看见，我发现我内心的空虚
欢乐，我的朋友，与你一同离开

Harbingers of Spring and Other Random Thoughts

It was the vernal equinox yesterday, when day and night are of the same length. We have had five beautiful days in a row. I was really excited to see that the tulips I planted last October have made their way out of the ground. I can’t wait to see the blossoms of pink and yellow in a few weeks.

In searching for early signs of Spring, I stopped by Mt. Auburn Cemetery. I seem to know exactly where to find those crocuses, daffodils, and the blue or white flowers that I don’t know the names.

Spring is just around the corner. Isn’t that exciting?

Also yesterday, I read a blog post which mentioned Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. I remember clearly that was the only book that our ESL teacher Mr. King made us buy when we took his class. I don’t recall the details of those short stories any more, but I remember that this was a book that I really liked. I lost the book, however, because I lent it to a French labmate, Ann, and she moved back to France. So now I can’t just go to my bookshelf and pick it up and start reading. But I do remember one scene, where an old couple was being treated at a hospital after a severe car accident. The old man couldn’t turn his head to see his wife, and that was killing him. I remember being so moved reading that, and I thought that was definitely love. I found that paragraph online, so I copy it here. You’ll see how abusive the language is, but the emotion is there, raw and fresh:

""I mean, the accident was one thing, but it wasn't everything. I'd get up to his mouth-hole, you know, and he'd say no, it wasn't the accident exactly but it was because he couldn't see her through the eye-holes. He said that that was making him feel so bad. Can you imagine? I'm telling you, the man's heart was breaking because he couldn't turn his goddamn head and see his goddamn wife." Mel looked around the table and shook his head at what he was going to say. "I mean, it was killing the old fart just because he couldn't look at the fucking woman.""

But really, what we talk about when we talk about love? Do we really know love?

Some of my friends didn’t like to go to Mr. King’s class, thinking it was boring and useless. I didn’t agree. I thought it helped me to learn colloquial American English. Mr. King also used pop songs to teach us English. I remember he asked us, which singer’s song do you listen to? I said, Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx. Mr. King was like, who? Hmm, I saw then that what was popular in China wasn’t necessarily popular in the US. One song Mr. King played for us was Take It Easy by The Eagles. I was totally impressed by the lyrics “I’ve got SEVEN women on my mind”. Wow, what a busy man!

well, i've been running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
i've got seven women on my mind:
four that wanna' own me
two that wanna' stone me
and one says she's a friend of mine
take it easy....
take it easy....
don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy....

well, i was standin' on a corner
in winslow, arizona
such a fine sight to see....
it's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed ford
slowin' down to take a look at me
come on, baby...
don't say maybe...
i gotta' know if your sweet love
it's gonna' save me
we may lose and we may win
but we'll never be here again
so, open up by climbin' in
so take it easy....

well, i've been running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin' for a lover, who won't blow my cover.
she's so hard to find

oh, we've got it easy
we ought to take it easy.

I seem to reminisce a lot recently. A friend asked, “Isn’t it a bit too early for us to do that right now?” I said, no, it’s never too early. We will only forget more. So I will record, whenever I feel like, things I lost and gained in my past.

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's clouds illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev'ry fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

Between the Minds – Jack Savoretti

淡淡的沙哑略带沧桑的声音却出自一个年轻的歌者，我有点惊艳了。



I've never been the one to shout because I listen
I don't like to raise my voice
Maybe I should learn to lose my inhibitions
and let my feelings make some noise
You don't know what I'm going through
When silence is all I give to you

So hear me, if you're out there
Take these words and try to understand
That I want you, and I need you, to take the hand of a quiet man

I love the way you hear the words unspoken
It's like you read between the minds
You know before the silence has been broken
Well, at least most of the time
But I don't know what you're going through
It must be something I didn't say to you

So hear me, if you're out there
Take these words and try to understand
That I want you, and I need you, to take the hand of a quiet man
Of a quiet man

So hear me, if you're out there
Take these words and try to understand
That I want you, and I need you, to take the hand of a quiet man
Of a quiet man
Of a quiet man
Of a quiet man

Glinka, Nocturne in F minor "La Séparation"

Beautiful yet melancholy, I like both performances so I post both here.

坂本龙一， 村上春树

阿菲有首歌，《如果你是假的》，唱着

如果你是玛莉
是茱莉 查理 还是坂本龙一
会不会有很大关系
啊如果你是假的
思想灵魂住在别的身体
我还爱不爱你

记得在那个潮湿的八月的阿拉斯加，一天八百英里的漫长旅途，我和Troubadour听阿菲听了一路，当然对这首歌的意义作了一分钟的热烈讨论，一致认为，应该是有很大关系。哈哈！

今天贴一个坂本龙一的钢琴小品， Solitude



这个作品是坂本龙一为根据村上春树同名小说改编的电影《托尼瀑谷》而作的原声音乐，果然名副其实，Solitude非常的有孤独感，适合秋日下雨的午后听。

说到村上春树，我很惭愧，这个风靡的小资作家，我居然是在这一年才开始看他的书，还都是英文版（可见他在美国之受欢迎程度）。第一本书读的是“Kafka on the Shore”。说起来可笑，选这本书的原因是，我没读过卡夫卡，而Sophie经常写到卡夫卡，所以我就希望这本书也许可以让我了解卡夫卡（其实没有）。我当时根本都不知道Haruki Murakami就是村上春树（我的日语已经完全交还老师了）。多么奇怪的故事啊，诡异，怪诞，不可思议。后来又看了“A Wild Sheep Chase"，可以完全用同样的形容词来形容。再之后又看了”Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman"短篇故事集。我觉得，坂本的这个Solitude非常符合村上的特质。

The Brothers Four - Seven Daffodils

I do not have a mansion, and I haven't any land,
Not even one dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills,
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things,
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings,
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills,
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

Oh, seven golden daffodils, all shining in the sun,
To light our way to evening when our day is done.
And I will give you music, and a crust of bread,
A pillow of piney boughs to rest your head.

__________________________________________________

四十多年之后，还是如此深情。

从流行到古典（3）贝多芬《第七交响曲》第二乐章

我在美国的第一个室友Vienna是向我介绍音乐剧的人。她很迷 Andrew Lloyd Webber 的 Phantom of the Opera，去伦敦的时候专门跑去看。这一点，五年之后我在伦敦等签证的时候也想效仿，不过那几天的票全部售罄，我就只好断了这个念头。其实在那之前，最早接触音乐剧的东西，是大学的时候听的黄莺莺的一张英文碟里的 All I Ask of You，也是从胖那里借来的，也是出自这个剧，年少的我感动连连，‘爱我，是我对你唯一所求’，呵呵。来美国后，我在百老汇看过一场 Phantom of the Opera，坐第一排边上，脖子都扭酸了。那场景可是真壮观，我非常开眼界，音乐呢就是再熟悉不过的了。现在想起来，我都很惊讶于为何我对音乐剧那么钟情，也许是我人生的一个阶段吧，不知不觉我就越过了那个时期，热情不再了。

但是这并不影响我对 Sarah Brightman 的喜爱，尤其是当我看到那张有着精美的，过度ps的艺术化的照片的Classics专辑。和我前面介绍的两个流行专辑不约而同的是，这也是由古典音乐改编的。里面的一首歌 Figlio Perduto，风格迥异，编曲给我的感觉好像是中东的音乐，反正就是非常的特别，没想到居然是贝多芬的《第七交响曲》第二乐章。我当时就震惊了。

Figlio Perduto / Sarah Brightman



Lost son

Walls of wind
Night has fallen
Father and son are together

With a horse
They proceed
Through this intense darkness

But suddenly
The boy trembles
With fear
It gets cold

Father oh father
Haven't you seen
The king of the elfs
There he is

Lost son
Do you want to play?
I bring you joy
Come with me

Father oh father
Did you hear
What he said
And what he will do?

Lost son
If you don't come with me
I will use the power that I have

Father oh father
The king of the elfs
Is touching me
He hurts me

And the boy
Eyes closed
He doesn't move
He's already lost

Son
Lost son
If you don't come with me
I will use my power

Father oh father
The king of the elfs
Is touching me
He hurts me

And the boy
Eyes closed
He doesn't move
He's already lost

...he's already lost


我第一次完整的听贝多芬的交响曲是在大学的时候。贝五的敲门声就不算了，我那时从我们班现在最有名的同学L那里借了贝六《田园》，可惜不得其法，不知怎样欣赏，首先，为什么它有五个乐章啊，一般只有四个！旋律是很美，可是我不知其所以然。直到后来萍给我介绍了一套音乐教程，Greenberg教授的《如何欣赏古典音乐》，听完了48节课以后，才明白起来。原来音乐也像体育一样，要知道规则才能懂，才知道要期待什么。当然，规则也不是一成不变的，当规则被打破，出乎人们意料的时候，往往会更加精彩。贝多芬呢，就是一个开拓人物，打破了很多旧规则，创造了英雄气概的音乐。像他的贝三和贝五的第一乐章，都有catharsis的作用（这个词的中译，我的水平太低，不知道该怎么翻；《新英汉词典》译为‘感情受艺术的作用而引起的净化’），从压抑悲伤到找到方向，情绪被解放而激昂，听完让人痛快淋漓。我在学习贝三的时候就想，如果我不在了，在我的追思会上，我希望可以听到贝三的第一乐章，那样会多好啊。

贝七，贝多芬的Dance Symphony，写在他的全盛时期，在首演的当晚就大获成功，乐团不得不重奏一遍第二乐章。从此，这个乐章就大受欢迎，常常被单独拿出来演奏。不过呢，到了我这儿，还是先从 Sarah Brightman 那里听来，哈！


Beethoven, Symphony No 7, II - Karajan, Berliner Philharmoniker



大家好像并不爱听我八卦，那我就不八卦了，况且我也不忍心八卦老贝－－他总是在错误的时刻爱上错误的女人（年青漂亮贵族，而且不是已婚就是已订婚）。他和著名的 Immortal Beloved 终于也不能像 Cosima 和 Wagner 那样。他心灵上的痛苦，生理上的缺失，却激发了他的创作激情，成了我们乐迷的福音。

从此我就从一个浪漫主义者成为了一个贝多芬迷。

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updated Jan. 10, 2010, answering Troubadour's comment:

你很对，我的表达不够严谨。最后一句应改为：

“从此，我，一个浪漫主义者，就也成为了一个贝多芬迷。”

写到这里，我的流行的渊源也就结束了。Greenberg教授的讲座算是把我领入了门，从此不光只是会为浪漫主义的优美旋律和情感而陶醉，也为古典主义的明丽风格而动容，甚至学会了欣赏繁复而有时嘈杂的巴洛克主义－其实我也是后来才明白，这讲究形式对仗工整的巴洛克主义音乐风格，如counterpoint, fugue,是很合我这个自封的严谨科学工作者的胃口的。所以如果有一天，我写了一个《我爱巴赫》，请不要吃惊。哈！

旅行 - 许巍

阵阵晚风吹动着松涛
吹响这风铃声如天籁
站在这城市的寂静处
让一切喧嚣走远

只有青山藏在白云间
蝴蝶自由穿行在清涧
看那晚霞盛开在天边
有一群向西归鸟

谁画出这天地又画下我和你
让我们的世界绚丽多彩
谁让我们哭泣又给我们惊喜
让我们就这样相爱相遇

总是要说再见相聚又分离
总是走在漫长的路上