خوب ديگر گير داده ام به كويين و تو هم مجبوري تحمل كني. راستش از بعد از سال 1370 كه با پينك فلويد آشنا شدم تا به حال چنين حسي را تجربه نكرده بودم. فكر مي كردم كه حس و حال اينچنيني مال دوران بيست سالگي بايد باشد و بس. حالا اما دوباره دلم مي خواهد بروم توي موسيقي اي كه پخش مي شود و غرق شوم. كه چيزي ازم باقي نماند. نمي دانم آيا تو هيچ وقت چنين حسي را تجربه كرده اي يا نه. مي داني ... در سير تلخ اين چند سال گذشته به اين نتيجه رسيده بودم كه ديگر دوران تنهايي رسيده است و بايد آن را پذيرفت ... و پذيرفتمش ... و شروع كردم به دوست داشتنش ... و فكر كردم كه ديگر هرگز حسي به اين صورت نخواهد آمد و تصاحبم نخواهد كرد. اما اين صدا زنده زنده دارد مي خورَدَم. خُردَم مي كند. عين مردن مي ماند ... در عين زنده بودن ... مثل تداوم مردن: شايد يعني همين زندگي كه مي كنيم. خود عاشقي.
بگذريم. نمي دانم چرا اين آهنگي كه شعرش را در پايين آورده ام اينقدر طرفدار دارد ... در زيبايي اش شكي نيست... و در توانايي ”فردي مركوري“ در بيان احساس مردي كه زمان رفتنش رسيده است ( والبته مثل همه ي مردها مامانش را مي خواهد!!)... اما مطمئن نيستم كه آنرا مي فهمم ... زيبايي اين كلام را چرا:
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
... به هر حال به لغتهاي آن در ديكشنري نگاه كردم و به همراه متن شعر اينجا آوردم تا جلوي چشم باشد و به آن بيشتر فكر كنم. راستش آنرا داون لود هم كرده ام و امشب مي روم و طبق دستورالعمل سياوش سعي مي كنم تا در فضاي مناسبي آپلودش كنم و بگذارمش اينجا... چطوره؟
Bohemian Rhapsody
?Is this the real life
?Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
Galileo. Galileo. Galileo. Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstruosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go! Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go! Bismillah! We will not let you go
Let him go! Will not let you go
Let him go! Will not let you go. Let me go. Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia. Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
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Bohemian: person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior
Rhapsody: A usually instrumental composition of irregular form that often incorporates improvisation
Silhouette: A drawing consisting of the outline of something, especially a human profile, filled in with a solid color
Scaramouche: A stock character in commedia dell'arte and pantomime, depicted as a boastful coward or buffoon
Fandango: An animated Spanish dance or (in music) A piece of music for this dance
Figaro: [From the name of the barber in Beaumarchais' ``Barber of Seville.''] An adroit and unscrupulous intriguer
Magnifico: A person of distinguished rank, a feudal magnifico and a modern technocrat
Beelzebub: The Devil; Satan
