نزار قباني: شاعر الحب والثورة

 

 

  Jacques Brel is one of the greatest singers of all time. This Belgian poet and singer had a big contribution in modern French repertoire of both modern music and literature. His poems resemble to a far extent to his rebellious career and philosophy. Briefly, he lived what he wrote and sang what he experienced.This song of his about dogs and girls, that i translated from French to English,is an example of what kind of artists Brel was

 

Girls

 

It's as beautiful as a game

 

It's beautiful as fire

 

This is far too little

 

Girls

 

It's beautiful as a fruit

 

It's beautiful as night

 

It's a lot of trouble

 

Girls

 

It's as beautiful as a r'nard

 

It's as beautiful as a r'tard

 

It's way too late

 

Girls

 

It's beautiful as long as it can

 

It's as beautiful as farewell

 

And it's much better

 

But dogs

 

It's beautiful like dogs

 

And it stays there

 

To see us cry

 

Dogs

 

It doesn't tell us anything

 

Maybe that's why

 

That we think we love them

 

Girls

 

It hangs in your face

 

It takes you to tea

 

It takes you the dice

 

Girls

 

It hangs on your neck

 

It hangs on the nail

 

It's up to you

 

Girls

 

It hangs in your heart

 

It hangs on flowers

 

It depends on the hours

 

Girls

 

It depends on everything

 

It depends mostly

 

It depends on the pennies

 

But dogs

 

It doesn't depend on anything

 

And it stays there

 

To see us cry

 

Dogs

 

It doesn't tell us anything

 

Maybe that's why

 

That we think we love them

 

Girls

 

It's hoop

 

It plays the brain

 

It's played tango

 

Girls

 

It plays tinder

 

It plays against cheek

 

It's up to you

 

Girls

 

It's playing

 

It plays to love

 

It's about winning

 

Girls

 

Let them play the little women

 

Let them play the great ladies

 

It's played out in drama

 

But dogs

 

It doesn't play any part

 

Because it doesn't know

 

How to cheat

 

Dogs

 

It doesn't play any part

 

Maybe that's why

 

That we think we love them

 

Girls

 

It makes you dream

 

It suggests

 

It gives you time off

 

Girls

 

It gives itself however

 

It gives itself a time

 

It gives and takes

 

Girls

 

It gives love

 

In turn

 

It overlooks the courtyard

 

Girls

 

It gives you his body

 

It's so hard

 

Let it give r'morse

 

But dogs

 

It doesn't give you anything

 

Because it doesn't know

 

Pretending to give

 

Dogs

 

It doesn't give you anything

 

Maybe that's why

 

That we must love them

 

And yet it's for girls

 

Only in the slightest morning

 

Only at the slightest sorrow

 

We deny our dogs