Two years ago at a plenary talk JJ Wilson told that we enter the class with everything we put in our luggage. Looking at my past I completely agree with him. Through the years we pack a suitcase adding little pebbles every time we repack. The suitcase we are given at our birth is not completely empty, there are already things from our parents, grandparents, siblings, places they were born, lived and educated. Then we start adding our little pebbles. Carrying all of them with us, we become ourselves. In this suitcase we add little books, little albums, photos, tastes and so many other things which become very important for us.
I had already written a personal song list for the first cycle of the 30 Goals challenge and I’ll add another one here. This one is multilingual, including all the languages that form me.
I’ll start with a song which became a hit for me in my teenage years. Riccardo Fogli was the first San Remo music festival winner that I’d watched and with this song Italian became my favorite language.
As I can’t speak Italian, I got the translation from http://lyricstranslate.com
the stories like rings of smoke
in one distant place, without anybody
only the night that doesnt finish ever
another day that is passing by
forgotten in the noise of the town
for all the people like us
nothing has changed, and nothing will change
another day that is passing by now
with this love that is not strong as you would like
I have always loved songs from 80s, that’s probably I was a teenager then and I had already started forming myself.
I will add a song from Chris de Burgh. I think he is not just a musician but also a poet and a storyteller. He has many wonderful songs but I will include Sailorin my background album.
Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost,
She’s been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow,
But now she’s off and running, and there’s nothing I can do,
‘Cos I am just a prisoner here until this war is through,
And I’m singing,
Isn’t it a very meaningful song as the ghosts of the past has been wandering around all the time?
Yalnizlik Senfonisi (the symphony of lonliness) is a wonderful ballad composed by Sezen Aksu. A very quick translation, just to give an idea.
I understand there is no end for loneliness
Each day will increase
Was it always the case, I do not know
It was untouchable when we cried in our childhood
to my loneliness
Waiting in ambush
pains on duty gazing me
Waiting Waiting Waiting
Come on, I’m not afraid
This one is an Armenian song. It’s called Khanti Yerk (The Song of Jealousy) The singer teases his lover how he enjoys when she is jealous of him.
I can’t decide which three Charles Aznavour songs should be number 1. My favourite ones are Mourir d’aimer, L’amour c’est comme un Jour and Hier Encore.
I think I will go for Hier Encore just after my birthday. It’s time to think about Yesterday when I was young …
Yesterday when I was young
the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.