tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56706315821795984882024-03-12T20:43:50.047-07:00MŰVÉSZET AZ EMBERÉRT-ART FOR THE MANhttp://demus610705ember,blogspot.comDEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-15600059880376706212010-10-13T01:36:00.000-07:002010-10-13T01:36:39.531-07:00CSÁNGÓ HIMNUSZ(moldvai)<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZyZW8qLPrOo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyZW8qLPrOo?fs=1&hl=hu_HU"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyZW8qLPrOo?fs=1&hl=hu_HU" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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bat-Korponai IstvánThe man's fate than<br />the flying of the bat<br />from unknown it<br />into unknown,<br />from a straight life<br />to plummet into the depths<br />to slam for plunder<br />into the swampy land<br /><br />I will be orphan orphan,got lost forever<br />if I give up my homeland the land<br />from which a soul was born to me<br />I drove out than the brown branch of a walnut tree<br />the last year's one is a seed leaving my faithfulness for summer<br /><br />The man's fate than<br />the flying of the bat<br />from unknown it<br />into unknown,<br />from a straight life<br />to plummet into the depths<br />for plunder, a dream<br />to slam into land<br /><br />For who will never be already<br />his faithful lover tear<br />drops onto the got handkerchief<br />I am doing sobbing the body of my homeland<br />howl the torment we<br />my heart grew out on his place<br />Well a what kind of god you are says?<br />We had a dream only<br />do you steal it?<br /><br />How many times it should die,<br />who was born Hungarian on this land!??!<br />Whose life the homeland ,his respect<br />because, god,home,family the ancestors' message!DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-65039690605137457722010-10-13T00:45:00.000-07:002010-10-13T01:02:07.950-07:00O vôo do bastão-Korponai IstvánO fado do homem do que<br />o vôo do bastão<br />de desconhecido ele<br />em desconhecido,<br />de uma vida direta<br />cair verticalmente nas profundidades<br />fechar-se com barulho para a pilhagem<br />na terra pantanosa<br /><br />Serei órfão órfão, foi perdido para sempre<br />se abandono a minha pátria a terra<br />do qual uma alma me nasceu<br />Fui de carro fora do que o ramo marrom de uma árvore de noz<br />o ano passado cada um é uma semente deixando a minha fidelidade do Verão<br /><br />O fado do homem do que<br />o vôo do bastão<br />de desconhecido ele<br />em desconhecido,<br />de uma vida direta<br />cair verticalmente nas profundidades<br />para pilhagem, sonho<br />fechar-se com barulho na terra<br /><br />Para quem nunca será já<br />a sua lágrima de amante fiel<br />baixas para o lenço adquirido<br />Estou fazendo a solução do corpo da minha pátria<br />uive o tormento nós<br />o meu coração ficou fora de uso no seu lugar<br />Bem um que tipo de deus você é diz?<br /><br />Tínhamos um sonho só<br />você rouba-o?<br />Quantas vezes ele deve morrer,<br />quem nasceu o húngaro nesta terra!??!<br />Cuja vida o respeito da pátria<br />porque a mensagem dos antepassados é deus, uma pátria, uma família!DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-38598008224035283942010-10-13T00:36:00.000-07:002010-10-13T01:00:34.595-07:00El vuelo del murciélago-Korponai IstvánEl destino del hombre que<br />el vuelo del murciélago<br />de desconocido esto<br />en desconocido,<br />de una vida directa<br />caer a plomo en las profundidades<br />cerrarse de golpe para pillaje<br />en la tierra pantanosa<br /><br />Seré el huérfano huérfano, fue perdido para siempre<br />si dejo mi patria la tierra<br />de que un alma nació a mí<br />Fui en coche que la rama marrón de un árbol de nuez<br />el año pasado uno es una semilla dejando mi fidelidad para el verano<br /><br />El destino del hombre que<br />el vuelo del murciélago<br />de desconocido esto<br />en desconocido,<br />de una vida directa<br />caer a plomo en las profundidades<br />para pillaje, un sueño<br />cerrarse de golpe en tierra<br /><br />Para quien nunca será ya<br />su rasgón de amante fiel<br />gotas en el pañuelo conseguido<br />Hago sollozos del cuerpo de mi patria<br />aúlle el tormento nosotros<br />mi corazón creció en su lugar<br />¿Bien un qué tipo de Dios usted es dice?<br /><br />Teníamos un sueño sólo<br />¿lo roba usted?<br />Cuantas veces esto debería morir,<br />¡quién fue nacido húngaro en esta tierra!??!<br />Cuya vida el respeto de la patria<br />¡porque el mensaje de los antepasados es Dios, una patria, una familia!DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-83846709403106175952010-10-13T00:34:00.001-07:002010-10-13T00:51:08.315-07:00A denevér röpte-Korponai IstvánAz ember sorsa mint <br />a denevér röpte<br />ismeretlenből az<br />ismeretlenbe,<br />egyenes életből<br />zuhanni a mélybe<br />zsákmányért csapódni<br />az ingoványos földbe.<br /><br /><br />Árva leszek árva,örökre elveszett<br />ha elhagyom hazám a földet <br />amelyből lelkem született <br />kihajtottam mint diófa barna ága <br />mag hűségem hagyva a tavalyi nyárnak.<br /><br />Az ember sorsa mint <br />a denevér röpte<br />ismeretlenből az<br />ismeretlenbe,<br />egyenes életből<br />zuhanni a mélybe<br />zsákmányért,álomért <br />csapódni földbe.<br /><br />Kinek sosem lesz már<br />hű szeretője könnyet <br />ejt a kapott keszkenőre<br />Zokogva állok hazám Teste <br />előtt üvöltöm a kínt mi<br />szívem helyén kinőtt<br />Hát miféle Isten vagy te mond?<br />Álmunk volt csak <br />azt is ellopod?<br /><br />Hányszor haljon meg az,<br />ki e földön Magyarnak született!??!<br />Kinek élete a haza ,tisztelete<br />mert, Isten,Haza,Család az Ősök üzenete!DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-37198836106762064932010-10-11T09:22:00.000-07:002010-10-11T09:22:45.133-07:00Zorán - Kell ott fenn egy ország<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Pkgn2sDBeDI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pkgn2sDBeDI?fs=1&hl=hu_HU"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pkgn2sDBeDI?fs=1&hl=hu_HU" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" 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baixo do céu, perguntou ele<br />o anjo, o que pode faço<br />você toma-o para entendê-lo<br />você mesmo a sua mensagem?<br /><br />Deixe-me dividir o céu em dois<br />Fóraljam as águas<br />Deixe os números ser fragrantes<br />flores? És você vê-o neste tempo?<br /><br />O dia deve viver em vez da geada?<br />Do céu deixam-no clarear o direito?<br />Ia a luz da sua alma ser mais claro?<br />Se um deus tomaria o lugar do diabo?<br /><br />Posso pintar o café branco?<br />Eu modificaria a solução em um riso?<br />Deixe o passo insidioso de uma morte ser acompanhado por ele<br />Palavra de trompa?<br /><br />E o que você faria, você, homem, isto<br />A sua promessa deve estar florindo o prado?<br />O seu degrau de fé solidificou<br />Deixe-o dirigir até a porta do céu.<br /><br />, Um sonho o guiaria daria!<br />O sangue nunca estaria caindo tornou-se amarelo para a grama!<br />Mas como você pode viver da terra?<br />Se eu pintaria o preto branco?DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-19604683156660882892010-10-11T08:50:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:53:03.675-07:00¿Qué hice, mí? - Korponai IstvánDel cielo, preguntó esto<br />el ángel, lo que puede hago<br />usted lo toma a fin de entenderlo<br />¿usted mismo su mensaje?<br /><br />Déjeme dividir el cielo en dos<br />Fóraljam las aguas<br />Deje a los números ser fragantes<br />¿flores? ¿És usted lo ve en este tiempo?<br /><br />¿Debería el día vivir en vez de la escarcha?<br />¿Del cielo le dejan aclarar el derecho?<br />¿Iba la luz de su alma estar más claro?<br />¿Si Dios tomara el lugar del diablo?<br /><br />¿Podría yo pintar el café blanco?<br />¿Cambiaría yo los sollozos en una risa?<br />Deje al paso insidioso de una muerte ser acompañado por él<br />¿Palabra de trompeta?<br /><br />Y lo que usted haría, usted, hombre, esto<br />¿Debería su promesa florecer el prado?<br />Su escalera de fe se solidificó<br />Déjele conducir hasta la puerta de cielo.<br /><br />, ¡Un sueño le dirigiría daría!<br />¡La sangre nunca se caería se hizo amarillo en la hierba!<br />¿Pero cómo usted podría vivir de la tierra?<br />¿Si yo pintara al negro blanco?DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-66346709343850173212010-10-11T08:46:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:49:53.398-07:00What did I do,me? Korponai IstvánFrom under the sky, asked it<br />the angel,what can I do<br />you take it in order to understand it<br />yourself his message?<br /><br />Let me divide the sky into two<br />Fóraljam up the waters<br />Let the numbers be fragrant<br />flowers?És you see it at this time?<br /><br />Should the day live instead of rime?<br />From the sky let it brighten up right?<br />Would the light of your soul be clearer?<br />If a god would take the devil's place?<br /><br />Could I paint the coffee white?<br />Would I change the sobbing into a laugh?<br />Let the insidious step of a death be accompanied by him<br />Trumpet word?<br /><br />And what you would make, you,man,that<br />Should your promise be blooming meadow?<br />Your faith stair solidified<br />Let it drive until the gate of sky.<br /><br /> A dream would guide you would give!<br />Blood would never be falling turned yellow onto grass!<br />But how you could live on the land?<br />If I would paint the white black?DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-6426809900534425512010-10-11T07:55:00.000-07:002010-10-12T01:41:41.025-07:00Mit tettem ,én?- Korponai IstvánAz ég alól, -kérdezte<br />az angyal,mit tehetnék<br />érted,hogy megértsd <br />önmagad üzenetét?<br /><br />Válasszam ketté az eget<br />Fóraljam fel a vizeket<br />Legyenek a számok illatos<br />virágok?És ekkor látod?<br /><br />Zúzmara helyett éljen a nap?<br />Az égből felderüljön az igaz?<br />Tisztább lenne lelked fénye? <br />Ha Isten kerülne az ördög helyére?<br /><br />A feketét festhetném fehérre?<br />A zokogást váltanám nevetésre?<br />Halál alattomos léptét kísérje<br />Trombita szó?<br /><br />S mit tennél, te,ember,hogy<br />Ígéreted virágzó rét legyen?<br />Hitedből szilárdult lépcső <br />Az ég kapujáig vezessen! <br /><br />Vezetnélek én, álmot is adnék!<br />Vér nem hullana sosem sárgult fűre!<br />De hogyan élhetnél a földön?<br />Ha én a fehéret festeném feketére?DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-6049915424185105462010-10-11T04:05:00.001-07:002010-10-11T04:05:53.998-07:00Mondj egy dalt azokért 0001<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LeIGbj0iNLw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeIGbj0iNLw?fs=1&hl=hu_HU"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeIGbj0iNLw?fs=1&hl=hu_HU" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-89344453184089225852010-10-11T04:02:00.000-07:002010-10-11T04:03:02.374-07:00A meztelen Maja (1799-1800)/The naked Maya (1799-1800) Franciscó Goya<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S2bv_e6wl94/TLLuyDUpI3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/f9lcC29d7-o/s1600/800px-Goya_Maja_naga2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S2bv_e6wl94/TLLuyDUpI3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/f9lcC29d7-o/s400/800px-Goya_Maja_naga2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526742236389778290" /></a>DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-80978111875530428012010-10-11T03:57:00.000-07:002010-10-11T03:58:54.581-07:00Sueño bebido-Korponai IstvánEn todos ellos, lo que entendí una vez<br />Del pasado era, no busco<br />Bultos más nuevos, lo suelto<br />El tiempo pudriendo su peso<br /><br />Mundo el color de su fragancia<br />Verdadero, gesto suave<br />Sonrisa una vida humana<br />¿Dónde letón?<br /><br />No busco bultos más nuevos<br />Suelta el tiempo perdido<br />El peso de plomo, que mi pecho<br />Juega la sesión de trompeta, aquella batalla<br />Un hombre es perdido.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-1598375058272703482010-10-11T03:55:00.000-07:002010-10-11T03:56:54.072-07:00Sonho bebido- Korponai IstvánEm todos eles, o que entendi uma vez<br />Do passado foi, não estou procurando<br />Mais novos pacotes, lanço-o<br />O tempo apodrecendo o seu peso<br /><br />Mundo a cor da sua fragrância<br />Verdadeiro, gesto suave<br />Sorriso uma vida humana<br />Onde letão?<br /><br />Não procuro mais novos pacotes<br />Lança o tempo perdido<br />O peso de liderança, que o meu peito<br />Joga a sessão de trompa, aquela batalha<br />Um homem é perdido.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-70357427000289852882010-10-11T03:50:00.002-07:002010-10-11T03:54:04.684-07:00Drunk dream-Korponai IstvánOn all of them, what I understood once<br />That of the past was,I am not searching<br />Newer bundles,I release it<br />The time rotting his weight<br /><br />World the colour of his fragrance<br />Real,gesture soft<br />Smile a human life<br />Where Latvian?<br /><br />I do not look for newer bundles<br />Releases the lost time<br />The weight of lead,that my chest<br />Plays the trumpet sitting,that battle<br />A man is lost.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-72817421210412338322010-10-11T03:50:00.001-07:002010-10-11T03:54:53.950-07:00Részeg álom-Korponai IstvánMinden, mit valaha értettem<br />A múlté lett,nem keresek<br />Újabb csomókat,elengedem<br />Az idő rothasztó súlyát<br /><br />Világ illata színe sem<br />Valós,kézmozdulat lágy<br />Mosoly egy emberélet<br />Hová lett?<br /><br />Nem keresek újabb csomókat<br />Elenged az eltűnt idő<br />Ólom súlya,amely mellkasomra<br />Ülvén trombitál,hogy csatát<br />Vesztett egy ember.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-62726926728279952842010-10-10T02:25:00.000-07:002010-10-10T02:25:55.639-07:00Korál - Maradj velem<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/J8qq4W287HU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8qq4W287HU?fs=1&hl=hu_HU"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8qq4W287HU?fs=1&hl=hu_HU" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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Ferenc - Hiányzol<object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/LkeoEdh_Vh4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkeoEdh_Vh4?fs=1&hl=hu_HU"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkeoEdh_Vh4?fs=1&hl=hu_HU" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-54731068630906576952010-10-10T02:17:00.000-07:002010-10-10T02:18:29.566-07:00Testament-Korponai IstvánMy last clock my last minute<br />let me not be afraid to go away to step onto an eternal road<br />Say goodbye nicely no some ,as I lived<br />let me defend the flowers with my flying away soul.<br />I leave my faith collapsed my homeland<br />Árpád onto a family onto a world's miracle.<br />Let my hope be inherited by all faithful men<br />who did it so if he said a yes.<br />I like it let there be a dove the from among a lot<br />On continents flying blessed with an olive branch<br />let him bath it his feather in the dust of sweet land.<br />The diamond of my dream,my blood countryman somebody else<br />let your fiery heart burn for a true case let him hurt<br />Let him never break an oath never let him lie<br />Let a god, a homeland, honour throb so only<br />be a man be the torchbearer<br />Be the blessing in a god's holy name.<br />My expensive friends ,two stars on the sky<br />accompany my soul with your eternal light.<br />We had been on a rough road many times we failed<br />our dream we may not have denied our desire<br />Three souls in one purely may gleam<br />a patch did not fall on them,the doomsday may come so.<br />My enemies ow hair but you are many people<br />from a stem a grape grew in a forest the spoor<br />You admire my unfolded body cheerfully<br />I do not fear for it because of a death,I died it with a clear heart.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-30285522668726353642010-10-10T02:15:00.000-07:002010-10-10T02:16:11.132-07:00Testamentum-Korponai IstvánUtolsó órámban utolsó percemben<br />ne féljek elmenni örök útra lépni<br />Búcsúzzam el szépen ne úgy ,ahogy éltem<br />elszálló lelkemmel a virágokat védjem.<br />Hitemet hagyom megrogyott hazámra<br />Árpád nemzetségre világ csodájára.<br />Reményem szálljon minden hű emberre<br />ki ha igent mondott,úgy is cselekedte.<br />Szeretem legyen galamb a sok közül<br />Földrészeken szállva olajággal áldva<br />fürdesse a tollát édes föld porában.<br />Álmom gyémántja,vérem földi mása<br />tüzes szíved égjen igaz ügyért fájjon<br />Esküt sose szegjen meg sosem nyugodjon<br />Isten,Haza,Becsület csak is így dobogjon<br />legyél te ember legyél te a fáklyás<br />Isten szent nevében legyél te az áldás.<br />Drága Barátaim ,két csillag az égen<br />örök fényetekkel kísérjétek lelkem.<br />Rögös úton jártunk sokszor el is buktunk<br />álmunkat vágyunkat meg nem tagadhattuk.<br />Ellenségeim jaj haj de sokan vagytok<br />tőről termett szőlő erdőben a vadnyom<br />Kiterített testem csodáljátok vígan<br />haláltól nem féltem,tiszta szívvel haltam.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670631582179598488.post-17165558579373554812010-10-09T00:59:00.001-07:002010-10-09T01:00:26.795-07:00Árkossy István-Tabaka Tarassz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S2bv_e6wl94/TLAhFOCMbSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/c71ztG-MOXE/s1600/Arkossy_Istvan_001.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" 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in coffee<br />No shining golden light and no easy than the air.<br />True one speak!<br />Let them sow for your word, your faith into a devil's captivity,let your language be plucked<br />Let a untruthful word not become round your mouth<br />True one speak this may be a man only the clear true life<br />his eternal circulation.<br />Be it created, faithful servant true nobleman<br />Instead of a dishonest hypocritical untruthful man<br />Listen to me!you have it lived without a lie.DEMUShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875511728280595973noreply@blogger.com0