Dežo Ursiny
scénárista, režisér, zpěvák, skladatel, hudebník, textař, kytarista, dramaturg, tvůrce filmové hudby
- Narození:
- 4. října 1947
- Věk:
- 77 let
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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..."