Lindele!!!

Lindelë!!!! (música) avui només puc pensar en aquesta paraula!! Demà l'Anna oferirà un concert!!! incredible!!!!! en tinc unes ganes........... Avui he tingut un greu problema: se m'havia esborrat la barra de tareas (o barra de feines, en català, si us plau!) I creia que era un virus!!! Però a la fi s'ha arreglat tot, ho he fet jo sola!!! (que creguda que sóc, oi???) Sinserament ni escriu-re al blog no em treu la dèria casual de la música, per tant avui tan sols posaré la lletra de les meves cançons predilectes: La costa del silenció, Feanor (que es pot escoltar a www.galadhrim.org ), galadhrim, biside the fire d'anois (que també es pot escoltara www.anois.info) i per avui ja està, si sóc molt rata, de biblioteca a més! La costa del silencio ----- by El mägo de Oz El mar escupí­a un lamento tan tenue que nadie lo oyó. Un dolor de tan adentro que toda una costa murió. Llora lamentos la nube que enfermó y escribe espantos en la arena el dolor. Arrulla el miedo a un delfí­n que bebió de un agua negra, su suerte emigró .Ven, quiero oí­r tu voz, y, si aún nos queda amor ,impidamos que esto muera .Ven, pues en tu interior está la solución,de salvar lo bello que queda. Donde se acomoda la usura nacen la ambición y el poder, y este germina en la tierra, que agoniza por interés. Y una gaviota cuentan que decidió en acto suicida inmolarse en el sol .Rí­e desprecios un barco que encalló, y se desangra en su lecho: LA MAR! Ven, quiero oí­r tu voz, y, si aún nos queda amor, impidamos que esto muera. Ven, pues en tu interiorestá la solución ,de salvar lo bello que queda. Hagamos una revolución que nuestro lí­der sea el sol, y nuestro ejércitosean mariposas. Por bandera otro amanecer y por conquista comprender que hay que cambiarlas espadas por rosas .Mientras te quede aliento ve a buscar con el viento ayuda, pues apenas queda tiempo... Mientras te quede aliento ve a buscar con el viento ayuda, pues apenas queda tiempo... Ven, quiero oí­r tu voz,y, si aún nos queda amor, impidamos que esto muera. Ven, pues en tu interiorestá la solución, de salvar lo bello que queda. Feanor ------ by Galadhrim Fire and Water, Darkness and rain He's made the most precious jewels of the reign Knowledge in mind, steel in his arm Son of the king, first elven-shed-blood In Aman the fair, the Valar betrayed Brought pain and dispair, denied the old faith His brother he dared, but pardon he shared' Fore sun and the moon rose up in the air We sing the tale of the ancient lost days When stars of the sky shone bright in his eyes When Feanor left the land where he did dwell The Dark Lord deceived him and then broke the Spell Cold wind and darkness, unsufferable hate He landed the shore, undiscovered world Began the crusade with his seven sons To seek his revenge for the jewels He stole We sing the tale of the ancient lost days When stars of the sky shone bright in his eyes When Feanor fell, his seven sons crying His fate passed onto them because of the Spell We sing the tale of the ancient lost days When stars of the sky shone bright in his eyes When Feanor left the land where he did dwell The Dark Lord deceived him and then broke the Spell We sing the tale of the ancient lost days When stars of the sky shone bright in his eyes When Feanor fell, his seven sons crying His curse passed onto them 'cause of Mandos' Spell Galadhrim ------- By Galadhrim Hear the wind, on branches blows what shall it want to say?T he people of trees, if they could sing, understand you may. Years ago in the Golden Wood afar their voices did chime.I n Nimrodel the time has flown And you, people of Lorien, sigh. I'd like to see the maidens dancing still between the shades of the silver trees, where now the leaves, blown by the wind, swing from the branches in loneliness. But now I sit before the sea, beyond the horizon my voice still sing; I hope my notes will sail to you, may the waves bring back to me, a fading sound of voices fading sound of voices... Beside the fire ------ by Anois I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know. But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door. Maquíssimes!!!! (Emocionada al canto)