Лучше классика не скажешь:
Вот это качество продукции! Вот это достижение! Это, действительно, не переплюнешь товар. Хочешь морду пудри, хочешь блох посыпай! На всё годится. А у нас что?
Навеяно этим обсуждением.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Moulins de mon coeur
В дополнение к предыдущему посту выкладываю и французский вариант песни в исполнении автора музыки Michel Legrand'a (я не знал, что он еще и поёт) и очаровательной Mireille Mathieu:
Текст я бы охарактеризовал скорее не как перевод, а как свободную вариацию на тему исходного английского. Интересный контраст исполнения со сдержанной британской манерой Noel Harrison'а из предыдущего поста.
Текст я бы охарактеризовал скорее не как перевод, а как свободную вариацию на тему исходного английского. Интересный контраст исполнения со сдержанной британской манерой Noel Harrison'а из предыдущего поста.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The Windmills of Your Mind
A beautiful song performed by Noel Harrison in 1969 (via LJ-user imarek):
Never heard of this song or Noel_Harrison before. Hopefully my knowledgeable friends will tell me more.
The lyrics (by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman):
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Never heard of this song or Noel_Harrison before. Hopefully my knowledgeable friends will tell me more.
The lyrics (by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman):
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Friday, November 20, 2009
Памяти И.М.Гельфанда
Прошли или скоро состоятся:
1. Сегодня состоялся Научный семинар памяти Израиля Моисеевича Гельфанда на факультете биоинженерии и биоинформатики МГУ. Впечатления Лёни Посицельского.
2. Gelfand Memorial, December 6, 2009, Rutgers University.
3. Как будто бы, 8 декабря должно состояться заседание Московского Математического Общества, посвященное памяти Гельфанда. Пока на их сайте объявления об этом нет.
1. Сегодня состоялся Научный семинар памяти Израиля Моисеевича Гельфанда на факультете биоинженерии и биоинформатики МГУ. Впечатления Лёни Посицельского.
2. Gelfand Memorial, December 6, 2009, Rutgers University.
3. Как будто бы, 8 декабря должно состояться заседание Московского Математического Общества, посвященное памяти Гельфанда. Пока на их сайте объявления об этом нет.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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