Poetic Nuno is Poetic?

[Fear Deer]

Hey there guys, today while getting randomly inspired, i decided to open up notepad, close my eyes and to write what i felt...

I wrote in portuguese, but then translated, or did my best trying to, into english.

Here lay both versions, english first, and then portuguese.

What do you think? I've got no opinion about them, since im the one who wrote them.

Some rhymes, or expressions were impossible/hard to translate btw.

 

Time, it passes..., keeps on passing, forever on

Some people grow, others don't have such luck

They destroy themselves, or are simply victims of their own misfortune!

 

 

Today, with gracefull childhood memories,

Which come to our heads, when that special music plays

We see ourselves grown up, with other expressions,

With other joy, to what is to come, but without whats left of past times!

 

 

Time places upon us a mask,

Which we all, eventually, end up accepting

Promising springs, joy's not to end, and everything good,

But with those very same words that we get illuded with, we also get stolen from us the innocence we once had!

 

 

I look at the people who i grew up with,

Wow...We are pretty! We Grew up, we changed,

We are joyfull, young, with opportunities other generations did not get.

 

 

We will have luck, if we know how to choose the best road,

In between the many, that life gives us to choose,

All of them leading to our end, at the tip of the sword!

 

 

We will grow even more, for a whole lot of time, so i hope,

Each day more tedious, monotonous, with the illusion of joy and freedom.

 

 

Much reason have the children,

When they are playfull, unstoppable, and naughty,

They act naturally, with no conflits, no problems, nor reserves about others opinions!

 

 

As for that, i tell you, time, my dear time!

Go on...Keep passing by...

Give our place to those who will oneday mute, and change our chime!

 

 

PORTUGUESE

 

O tempo passa, passa, passa....

Uns crescem, outros não têm essa sorte

Destroem-se, ou simplesmente são vitímas da própria infortúnia!

 

 

Hoje, com belas memórias de infância,

Que nos sobem à cabeça quando uma tal música toca

Vemo-nos crescidos, com outra seriedade,

Com outro ânimo para o que há de vir, mas sem o que resta de tempos anteriores!

 

 

O tempo coloca-nos uma máscara,

Que todos nós acabamos por aceitar,

Prometendo primaveras, alegrias mil, e tudo de bom,

Mas com as mesmas palavras que nos ilude, tira de nós uma inocência que todos nós outrora tivemos!

 

 

Eu olho para as pessoas com que cresci,

Bolas...Estamos bonitos! Crescemos, mudámos,

Somos alegres, e jovens, com oportunidades que outras gerações não tiveram.

 

 

Todos teremos sorte, se soubermos escolhermos a melhor estrada,

Entre as muitas que a vida nos proporciona,

Acabando todas elas, no nosso fim, na ponta da espada!

 

 

Vamos crescer ainda mais, durante muito tempo, assim espero,

Cada dia mais enfadonho, monótono, com ilusão de alegria e liberdade

 

 

Muita razão têm as crianças,

Quando são traquinas, reguilas e irrequietas,

Fazem tudo por natureza, sem conflitos, nem problemas, nem reservas quanto à opinião dos outros!

 

 

Por isso te digo, tempo, meu caro tempo!

Passa...Continua a passar...

Dá o nosso lugar a quem nos há de mudar!

[Ozzmcom]

nice work, translating poems is probably the hardest kind of translation work.

good effort.

[Fear Deer]

Why thank you good sir!