Dežo Ursiny

scénárista, režisér, zpěvák, skladatel, hudebník, textař, kytarista, dramaturg, tvůrce filmové hudby

Narození:
4. října 1947
Věk:
77 let
Dezider Ursiny byl slovenský hudebník, kytarista, skladatel, zpěvák, textař, tvůrce filmové hudby, dramaturg, režisér, autor a scenárista. Narodil se 4. října 1947 v Bratislavě. Svoji první kytaru dostal jako jedenáctiletý a v době svého studia...

Píseň: Christmas Time

Interpret:
Dežo Ursiny
Album:
Provisorium
The night when the son of man was born
One thousand nine hundred sixty-eight years ago
An old man about twenty or eighty
Took his head between his hands an cried
Because of watching him - another face
Because of rushing to him - another space
Because of understanding nothing
He cried: "Save me, the highest,
save me, my wife, my child,
save my fire, my goat, my goose,
save us all, the highest
save us all, the poor."


That day when it happened. I was born
You can see it couldn't be too many years ago
My father, mother, uncle, three aunties
Took my head between their hands and smiled
Because of watching them - the known kind face
Because of swimming in the safety space
Because of understanding nothing
They smiled: "Save them, you their god,
save them from all to know,
save their house and car and truth,
save them all, their good god,
save them all, the poor."


Ask you, my foolish face,
What's your father man brought for dinner?
An inner satisfaction?
Coming out through the eyes of his wife
The children dancing round the car


Feel flyin' snow-flakes about
See freezing air round
Hear shinning stars above you
Will you stay the truth?


Ask you, another space
What has Mr. Man brouhgt as a present
A pleasant oscillation of the nerves
Tears of luck in the dark
When doggie's jumping round about
Take flyin' life-flakes about
Throw stealing fear in out
Keep streaming blood inside you
Are you in the mood?


Now it's celebration of all the people of good will
It's Christmas time and Mr. Man
May forget all that piggshness that he's doing
Having killed his brother he can laugh
To his mother's face
Saying: "When we're together there's no danger in our place."
Christmas time of Mr. Man
It's time to wash his bloody hands
It's chance to show his shimmering shirts
To fill his stomach out knowing there's not any god
To lay lightly another lie on his child and last of all
'cos' he's still far from being satisfied
It's the best chance to apologise his
Piggy life by kind permission of heaven, oh my,
It is Christmas time?


Take flyin' life-flakes alone
Throw stealing fear in out
Keep streaming blood inside you
You have to stay the truth


The noon. And the son of mine's been born
There's been a cloud of doubts coverin' the dying sun
Me, a man of his worries and longings
Keeping his head so proudly high
I cry!
Because of wathcing me my own unknown face
Because of rushing to me infinite space
Because of understanding nothing
I fight!!! "Help me my loving
Save me from all I know
Save my hadns, my heart, my mind
Save me, my good god
Save us all alive


Save me loving
Save me from all I know
Save my ears, my eyes, my truth
Save me, my red blood
Save us all, the poor..."