Bakalina Velika - Zima

Snemano v živo na planini Kal pod Tolminskim Migovcem 8. in 9.1.2022

Jani Kutin - vokal, besedilo
Samo Kutin - hurdy gurdy
Dejan Lapanja - tampura brač
Matej Magajne - harmonij
Marjan Stanić - tapan
Andrea Pandolfo - rog

Glasba: Jani & Samo Kutin (2021)
Aranžmaji: Bakalina Velika

#bakalinavelika

Snemanje zvoka: Jernej Babnik Romaniuk
Produkcija zvoka: Dejan Lapanja
Snemanje in produkcija videa: Blaž Trušnovec
Prevod: Petra Rovšček

Nosači: Nejc Maver, Rok Košir, Borja Močnik, Gorazd Kutin, Branko Kutin

NAROČILO CD-ja: https://www.bakalina.si/trgovina/
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ZIMA

ZIMA, TUO JE NJENA IMIE,
TUO JE TA, KA PRHAJA
ČEZ VISAKE GARIE,
Z BIELIM MIERAM PAKRIJE,
KAR SE NA UMIRI,
N USE KAR SE NA SKRIJE
TIHA BIT NAUČI,
DAKLER SE WS SVIET NA SPAČIJE
N SUONCE NA SKRAJŠA NAČI.

ŽIVU GAR NA GARI JE SAM,
ŽE ZLA LIET JE PASALA,
KADAR PRŠU JE DAN,
KA NJEGOWA JE RUOŽA
NIESU VELK SNIEŽN PLAZ
N TAZADNE JE BUOŽAU
TA LEDEN NJEN ABRAZ,
LE SOUZ, KA SA TEKLE ČEZ LICA
USTAVU NI TUD GRAZN MRAZ.

SKUOZ KADAR PADE SNIEH,
ZMISLE SE NJENIH AČI,
PA USEGA KAR MU JE KADEJ GAWARILA,
DE ZEJ N LE DANS SE ŽIVI.

SKOUZ KADAR PADE SNIEH,
Z NJEGA ABRAZ NJEN NARDI,
ABRAZ NJEN, KA GA JE AD ZMERI UČILA,
DE SMRTI NAJ SE NA BAJI.

SKUOZ, KA PRIDE PUOMLAD,
SE ABRAZ STAPI,
AN PA ČAKA ZIME,
DE NJEN DUH ZBUDI.

WINTER

WINTER, THIS IS HER NAME,
THE ONE, THAT CROSSES
THE HIGH MOUNTAINS,
WITH WHITE PEACE SHE COVERS
WHATEVER ISN’T ALREADY CALM
AND EVERYTHING THAT DOESN’T TAKE COVER,
SHE TEACHES TO BE SILENT,
UNTIL ALL THE WORLD IS WELL RESTED
AND THE SUN SHORTENS THE NIGHT.

UP ON THE MOUNTAIN HE LIVED BY HIMSELF,
MANY YEARS HAD PASSED
SINCE CAME THE DAY,
WHEN THE BIG AVALANCHE
TOOK HIS ROSE AWAY,
THAT WAS THE LAST TIME HE CARESSED
HER FROZEN FACE,
ALL BUT THE TEARS FLOWING DOWN HIS CHEEKS
WEREN’T STOPPED BY THE TERRIBLE COLD.

EVERY TIME, WHEN SNOW FALLS,
HE REMEMBERS HER EYES,
AND ALL THAT SHE TOLD HIM,
THAT WE ONLY LIVE NOW AND TODAY.

EVERY TIME, WHEN SNOW FALLS,
HE MAKES HER FACE OUT OF IT,
FACE OF THE ONE THAT HAD TAUGHT HIM,
THAT HE SHOULDN’T FEAR DEATH.

EVERY TIME, WHEN SPRING COMES,
HER FACE MELTS AWAY,
BUT HE WAITS FOR THE WINTER,
TO WAKE HER SPIRIT AGAIN.