Текст и перевод песни Goldner String Quartet - Concertino

Concertino

Bila kita tak segan mendaki
Lebih jauh lagi
Kita akan segera rasakan
Betapa bersahabatnya alam
Setiap sudut seperti menyapa
Bahkan teramat akrab
Seperti kita turut membangun
Seperti kita yang merencanakan
Pucuk-pucuk pinus seperti berebut
Bergesek berdesak, berjalin tangan
Ranting kering luruh adalah nyanyian
Selaksa puisi bergayut di dahan
Leburlah di sini
Kini tinggal menunggu
Datang hembusan angin, ho...
Sempurnalah segalanya
Bila kita tak segan menyatu
Lebih erat lagi
Kita akan segera percaya
Betapa bersahajanya alam
Lumpur kering adalah pedoman
Untuk temukan jalan
Dan butir embun adalah lentera
Dalam segenap kegelapan
Pucuk-pucuk pinus seperti berebut
Bergesek berdesak, berjalin tangan
Ranting kering luruh adalah nyanyian
Selaksa puisi bergayut di dahan
Leburlah di sini
Kini tinggal menunggu
Datang hembusan angin, ho...
Sempurnalah segalanya
Pucuk-pucuk pinus seperti berebut
Bergesek berdesak, berjalin tangan
Ranting kering luruh adalah nyanyian
Selaksa puisi bergayut di dahan
Leburlah di sini
Kini tinggal menunggu
Datang hembusan angin, ho...
Sempurnalah segalanya

Concertino

If we are not reluctant to climb
Even further
We will soon feel
How friendly nature is
Every nook and cranny seems to say hello
Even overly familiar
As if we helped to build it
As if we were the ones who planned it
The pine trees seem to be competing
Rubbing together, jostling, holding hands
Dry fallen branches are songs
Like poems hanging from the branches
Merge here
Now all that is left is to wait
For a gust of wind, ho...
Everything will be perfect
If we are not reluctant to merge
Even closer
We will soon believe
How simple nature is
Dried mud is a guide
To find the path
And the drops of dew are lanterns
In the midst of all the darkness
The pine trees seem to be competing
Rubbing together, jostling, holding hands
Dry fallen branches are songs
Like poems hanging from the branches
Merge here
Now all that is left is to wait
For a gust of wind, ho...
Everything will be perfect
The pine trees seem to be competing
Rubbing together, jostling, holding hands
Dry fallen branches are songs
Like poems hanging from the branches
Merge here
Now all that is left is to wait
For a gust of wind, ho...
Everything will be perfect