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Quelques paroles de chansons traduites en latin

Blowin´ in the wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDFYbtp8h_w

Quot, virum verum qui vir dicit se,
facit itinera ?
Quotiens columba deicitur spe
pacis continua ?
Qua non vetantur tormenta de re,
coria bellica ?
Responsum hoc, mi
amice, nemo scit.
Responsum hoc notumst nemini.

Quamdiu montes constare possunt
lavati oceani vi ?
Quantinam gentes terram incolunt,
adhuc qui non sunt liberi ?
Quotiens avertet oculos vir
asseverans : « Nihil vidi ! » ?
Responsum hoc, mi
amice, nemo scit.
Responsum est notum nemini.

Caelumst sub oculis nostris, sed nos
caelum non cernimus.
Nec non clamores miserrimos
perspicimus auribus.
Quotnam adhuc moriendumst, ut nos
obstemus caedibus ?
Responsum hoc, mi
amice, nemo scit.
Responsum est notum nemini.

———-

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
Yes, ´n´ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, ´n´ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they´re forever banned ?
The answer, my friend, is blowin´ in the wind,
The answer is blowin´ in the wind.

 

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, ´n´ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, ´n´ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer, my friend, is blowin´ in the wind,
The answer is blowin´ in the wind.

 

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it´s washed to the sea ?
Yes, ´n´ how many years can some people exist
Before they´re allowed to be free ?
Yes, ´n´ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn´t see ?
The answer, my friend, is blowin´ in the wind,
The answer is blowin´ in the wind.

House of the rising sun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwAw9ThDQmk

« Sol Oriens » nomen casae, quae
est Novi Cenabi.
Pernicei multis feminis,
pernicei fuit mi.

Vestifica est mater
pater aleator. Qui
fortunam temptat obrutus
vi vini validi.

Maritus aleator.
Qui adit oppida
nil petens nisi liquida
inebriantia.

Ne capiat exemplum
de me sororcula.
Quae vitet Novum Cenabum
et lupanaria.

Tramine vehens Novum
redibo Cenabum,
o me misellam feminam !
Veneris serva sum.

Redibo Novum Cenabum,
eheu, me miseram !
Ibi, quod vitae superest,
in « Sole » exigam.

———-

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I´m one

 

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin´ man
Down in New Orleans

 

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he´s satisfied
Is when he´s on a drunk

 

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

 

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I´m goin´ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

 

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I´m one

Help
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDLwAKLI9aY

-
Fer auxilium mihi !
Feras praesidium mihi !
Fer adiumentum mihi !
Opem fer !

Cum multo ante eram parvus, vera re
ope alterius mi opus erat minime.
Fugerunt tempora. Et nunc auxilio
tuo mihi opus est. Quod non dissimulo.
Iuva me, me habeo quam pessime.
Sum demisso animo, vae, sum deiectus spe.
Me confirmaturam esse spero te.
Opem fer mihi, opem fer !

Mutata tempora. Mutata etiam
vita mea. Ego noniam sum qui fueram.
Auxilium tuum nunc, qui incertatus sum,
desidero et appeto tuum praesidium.
Iuva me, me habeo quam pessime.
Sum demisso animo, vae, sum deiectus spe.
Me confirmaturam esse spero te.
Opem fer mihi, opem fer !

Cum multo ante eram parvus, vera re
ope alterius mi opus erat minime.
Fugerunt tempora. Et nunc auxilio
tuo mihi opus est. Quod non dissimulo.
Iuva me, me habeo quam pessime.
Sum demisso animo, vae, sum deiectus spe.
Me confirmaturam esse spero te.
Opem fer mihi, opem fer !

———-

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

 

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody´s help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I´m not so self assured,
Now I find I´ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

 

Help me if you can, I´m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won´t you please, please help me.

 

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I´ve never done before.

 

Help me if you can, I´m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won´t you please, please help me.

 

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody´s help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I´m not so self assured,
Now I find I´ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.

 

Help me if you can, I´m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won´t you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Yellow Submarine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wrs5DjHNUOE

Incolebat oppidum,
quo in oppido natus sum,
nauta, subaqualibus
qui narrabat de navibus.
Loco capto caesio
in oceano posito
nunc in subaquanea
navi vivimus flavula.

Domus nostra est navis flavula
subaquanea, subaquanea.
Domus nostra est navis flavula
subaquanea, subaquanea.

Navi subaquaneae
insunt intimi, intimae.
Canunt tubis musici :
Ra-ta-ta-tam, ra-ta-ta-tam,
ra-ta-ta-tam, ta-ta-ta-tam-tam !
Domus nostra…

Vitam pulchram agimus.
Abundamus omnibus
hac in subaquanea
navi nostra flavula.
Domus nostra…

———-

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines

 

So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine

 

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

 

And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

 

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

 

[Full speed ahead, Mr. Parker, full speed ahead !
Full speed over here, sir !
Action station ! Action station !
Aye, aye, sir, fire !
Heaven ! Heaven !]

 

As we live a life of ease (A life of ease)
Everyone of us (Everyone of us) has all we need (Has all we need)
Sky of blue (Sky of blue) and sea of green (Sea of green)
In our yellow (In our yellow) submarine (Submarine, ha, ha)

 

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

99 Red balloons, Nena
Back to the 80´s avec « 99 Luftballons » de Nena qui est devenue un tube mondial en 1983.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQYQTFudrqc

Si vis, tibi hodie
cantiunculam cantabo de
his centum aere inflatis
folliculis sublime latis.
Cogitanti tibi de me
canticum cantabo de
his centum aeripilis
fatalibus, pestiferis.

Centum aeripilas
dux belli minacissimas
putabat esse, cosmica
aerovehicula.
Ad bellum aeroplana
paravit proeliaria,
uti centum haec folliculos
excuterent ridiculos.

Centum aeroplana
aerihaustoria
splendidum spectaculum,
hui, ediderunt pyrium.
Quod ad bellandum inscios
elicuit finitimos.
Existimabant enim has
missilia aeripilas.

Centum pyromanici
militum administri
cito facti bestiae
praedae avidissimae
bellum libentissimo
paraverunt animo –
centum ob folliculos,
nugatorios, ridiculos,
nugatorios, ridiculos,
centum ob folliculos.

Centum longis annis post,
proeliis confectis, hi
noniam sunt belligeri
duces et administri.
Video ruinis stratam
totam terram. Repperi
pilam aere inflatam,
quam emittam, mittam tibi.

———-

You and I, and a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we´ve got
Set them free at the break of dawn
´Til one by one, they were gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, « Some thing´s out there »
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ninety-nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic lads, it´s a red alert
There´s something here from somewhere else

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ninety-nine Decision Street
Ninety-nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super-scurry
Call the troops out in a hurry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is what we´ve waiting for
This is it boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ninety-nine knights of the air
Riding super high-tech jet fighters
Everyone´s a super hero
Everyone´s a Captain Kirk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With orders to identify, to clarify and classify
Scrambling in the summer sky
As ninety-nine red balloons go by
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
Every one a red balloon
Now it´s all over and I´m standin´ pretty
In this dust that was a city

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

traduction latine par Astrid Dubost

 

Jean-Jacques Goldman, Il changeait la vieTraduction latine par Astrid DubostparolesTout pour ma chérie, Michel Polnareff
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C’est dans 10 ans je m’en iraij’entends le loup le renard chanter

C’est dans 10 ans je m’en irai

J’entends le loup le renard chanter

 

J’entends le loup le renard et la belette;

J’entends le loup et le renard chanter

(bis)

 

C’est dans 9 ans je m’en irai

La jument de Michao a passée dans le pré

La jument de Michao et son petit poulain

A passé dans le pré et a mangé tout le foin

(bis)

 

L’hiver viendra les gars,

L’hiver viendra :

La jument de Michao,elle s’en repentira

(bis)

 

Februario mens(e) exiboLupum, vulpem audi canantes

Februario mens(e) exibo

Lupum, vulpem audi canantes

 

Lupum, vulpem, mustelamque audi

Lupum, vulpem audi canantes

 

 

ante Kalendas exibo

Michaonis equa transivit pratum et…

Michaonis equa et suus equulus

transivit pratum, edit totum fenum

 

 

Hiems subest, Cives

Nae hiems subest

Michaonis equam puniemus miseram

 

 

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The Cure – Friday, I’m in love
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>>> Voir également le site du Docteur Ammondt qui traduit et chante les chansons d’Elvis Presley en latin : ici. Pas d’extraits, mais possibilité de commander.

Le Tourbillon de la vie(Paroles : Cyrus Bassiak – Musique : Georges Delerue)
texte traduit en latin par Thanh-Vân Ton-That

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Robert Delord
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