Here`s a little jazz number I composed and recorded for my album THE
STAINED.
https://www.deezer.com/en/album/83993822
I used a poem by Mira Gurbalova for the lyrics.
The song is about the sad fate of the old and lonely people.
Please, take a listen and let me know if you like it.
photo by Ros Marvin
https://www.flickr.com/photos/rozzie/
a link for iOS users:
https://shemzee.bandcamp.com/track/vseki-den-7
English translation of the lyrics:
They used to come every day.
She would start
to speak loudly,
he interrupted her,
with a bass voice
Muttering something
about the past ...
He anyway
did not understand her,
she was telling him eagerly
something ...
He was smoking and secretly
looking at the newspaper.
Then they got up.
He put on his hat,
she shifted her shawl
and whispered to him
"bye"
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
The next day
everything started from the beginning,
but one day the old gentleman came alone
and the whole world has become so quiet,
that I felt that it was over
God, it's all over now
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
They used to come every day
Original lyrics in Bulgarian"
Идваха всеки ден.
Тя започваше
да говори на висок глас,
той с бас я прекъсваше,
тя се прекъсваше
Нещо мърмореше
за миналото...
Той така или иначе
не я разбираше,
тя му казваше въодушевено
нещо...
Той пушеше и скришом
поглеждаше вестника.
После ставаха.
Той си поставяше
вирната шапката,
тя си прехвърляше шала
и вяло му казваше
чао
А идваха всеки ден...
А идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
На другия ден
всичко започваше отначало,
но един ден старият господин мина сам
и целият свят стана толкова тих,
че почувствах, че всичко е свършило
Господи, всичко е свършило
Господи, всичко е свършило
А идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Господи, всичко е свършило
А идваха всеки ден...
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