Your local frustratee.

[kyrasantae]

[On the second close encounter of the Antonuk kind in two days] Oh no, not again! (In this case I immediately hid myself in the nearest clasroom. It's hard not to feel paranoid over someone who scares you / you are afraid of.)

I don't know why I've been so irritable lately. Every little rejection or negative comment in my direction sets me off. Maybe it's my nitpicking or people as an extension of the quest for the reperpetration of truth and correctness. Maybe I'm too tired of trying to help but not ony unrecognized, but negatively dismissed for it. Maybe I'm tired also of people wasting my time by repeating the same criticisms over and over while it's the other singers who need to hear it because I've been doing it right. I guess mostly this 'drifting' feeling I've had. Drifting around to find a place to fit in, where people express their appreciation for others' advice and corrections.

Comments

[kyrasantae.livejournal.com]

Sure, if you're afraid of butchering lyrics in public then email them to me. Just use the email in my profile :)

Here it is *at last*

[hollower.livejournal.com]

How embarrassing, I was finally about to send you the lyrics, but when I checked your profile, I couldn't find any kind of contact information listed. So what the hell, I'll just paste them here and bear the blame for the clumsy hatchet job I did. I was going for the more literal translation rather than to try to bollocks it up completely by attempting a more refined approach.


Samarialainen

Kauan sitten tai kauemmin
kerjäläisen tapasin
kuin koira apua anoi
silloin nousi mieleeni
yltäkylläinen kotini
hyvä huoli minussa sanoi

Vaikka jakaisit kaikkesi
päästäisit hänet pöytääsi
silti sinulle kylliksi jää
Muistan viime sanansa
en voi mitään korvata
mutta taivas kaiken hyvittää

Niin paikalta pakenin rakkaitten luo
en kerjäläisiä sentään kotiini tuo
ja onneni käsitin näin miettien
laupias olen vaan en samarialainen

Monta vuotta myöhemmin
kuolinvuoteella makasin
kun kolme enkeliä näin
uskoin vielä taivaisiin
minut sinne johdettiin
missä kaikki kääntyy nurinpäin

Kuin koira nyt vaellan helvetissäni
pimeästä kuljen pimeään päin
ja viel' murtaa käärme kuiskuttaen
sinä et ole mikään samarialainen


Samaritan

A long time ago or longer
I met a beggar
cried out for help like a dog
then to my mind rose
my overabundant home
the concern in me said

Even if you gave all you've got
(even if) you allowed him to your table
you would still have enough to spare
I remember the last words
I cannot repay you
but heaven will reward everything

So I ran away to my loved ones
I wouldn't bring beggars to my home
and I understood my happiness thinking thus
I'm merciful, but I'm not a Samaritan

Many years later
I laid on my deathbed
when I saw three angels
I still believed in heavens
they took me there
where everything turns upside down
like a dog I now wander in my hell
I travel from darkness to darkness
and still the snake tells with a hiss
you ain't a Samaritan

Re: Here it is *at last*

[kyrasantae.livejournal.com]

Actually, you should have been able to see my email address in my profile, that's funny. It's the address I have for my MSN account and stuff. What the hey, don't feel worried about it; hardly anyone reads my journal anyway, let alone off-topic comments on one of my posts :P