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Elakiri සංගීත ගවේෂණය.(Music Expedition)
- Thread starter mmaxx
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මේක මම පොඩි කාලේ ඉදල හොයපු සින්දුවක් ඉස්සර ඕල්ඩ් ස්පයිස් ආෆ්ට ෂේව් එකේ තීම් එකට ගියේ මේක පස්සේ ගොඩක් මහන්සි වෙලා හොයා ගත්තා පට්ට ලස්සනයි.
"O Fortuna" is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the 13th century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and the personification of luck.
In 1935–36, "O Fortuna" was set to music by the German composer Carl Orff as a part of movement "Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi" of his cantata Carmina Burana, which it opens and closes. It opens on a slower pace with thumping drums and choir that drops quickly into a whisper building slowly into a steady crescendo of drums and short string and horn notes peaking on one last long powerful note and ending abruptly. A performance takes a little over two and a half minutes.
"O Fortuna" is a medieval Latin Goliardic poem written early in the 13th century, part of the collection known as the Carmina Burana. It is a complaint about fate and Fortuna, a goddess in Roman mythology and the personification of luck.
In 1935–36, "O Fortuna" was set to music by the German composer Carl Orff as a part of movement "Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi" of his cantata Carmina Burana, which it opens and closes. It opens on a slower pace with thumping drums and choir that drops quickly into a whisper building slowly into a steady crescendo of drums and short string and horn notes peaking on one last long powerful note and ending abruptly. A performance takes a little over two and a half minutes.
පට්ට
මගෙන් LEGIONARY සින්දුවක්
මේ සින්දු ටික මම දහස්වාරයකට වඩා අහල ඇති
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
මේ සින්දු ටික මම දහස්වාරයකට වඩා අහල ඇති
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
සමහරු බටහිර සංගීතයට කැමති නැහැ. ඒ ගොල්ලෝ හිතන්නේ බටහිර සංගීතය කියන්නේ M. Jakson ගේ සින්දු ටික කියල. ලෝකේ කොච්චර හොද සංගීත තියෙනවද?
අපි පෙරදිග සංගීතය
. පෙරදිග සංගීතය කියල අපි ඉගන ගන්නේ බරතීය සංගීතය නේද? දන්නා කෙනෙක් පැහැදිලි කරනවද?
අද ලංකාවේ සමහර සින්දු ඇහුවහම මට US ඉන්නවා වගේ දන්නේනේ
අපි පෙරදිග සංගීතය
. පෙරදිග සංගීතය කියල අපි ඉගන ගන්නේ බරතීය සංගීතය නේද? දන්නා කෙනෙක් පැහැදිලි කරනවද? අද ලංකාවේ සමහර සින්දු ඇහුවහම මට US ඉන්නවා වගේ දන්නේනේ
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