Loving Life Blog

All the roads lead to Rome. Special Italian shoes lead to Fillmore Jazz Festival. Today I have the honor to perform with Fazz, opening the Washington/Fillmore stage at noon. Hadn’t it been for LLXLLQ – size 10-12 handmade Italian shoes, and Dantone-Milano Shoe Store on Union Street, I hadn’t been here today. Here are the translated lyrics of the Swedish songs:

Translated lyrics of “Somliga Går med Trasiga Skor”

Some People Walk With Torn Shoes.
by Cornelis Vreeswijk

Some walk with torn shoes
say why is it so?
God Father who lives in heaven,
maybe wants it so

God Father who lives in heaven,
closes his eyes and sleeps well.
Who cares about a pair of torn shoes
when you are old and tired

Who cares about how the days go by?
They go as they please.
Brother, in one hundred years,
you’ll no longer exist.

Then somebody else have taken your place,
you’ll know nothing of it.
You feel neither rain nor sun,
down in your dark grave.

Who cares about how the nights go by?
I dont care a bit.
As long as I can keep my face
buried in my love’s hair.

I am a doubtful character,
not good for much.
Behind a corner death lurks,
he takes me whenever he wants.

Some walk with torn shoes,
until they walk no more.
The Devil who lives in hell,
gets himself a good laugh then…

English translation of Deidres Samba.

Deirdre’s Samba 
by Cornelis Vreeswijk

Every night around 8 I take the path down the mountain
Then I take the bus that goes to Copacabana
I’ve bathed, I’ve showered, I smell good all over
And then I begin to walk
And I’m a sight to see

When you walk Copacabana, you’ve got the ocean to the left
But I look straight ahead, straight at those I meet
If they look like they want to dance, they can buy my Samba
Those who bargain can leave, for I’m a sight to see

Dance the Samba with me, ayayay…
I am good, I am good
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba

If you want to learn my Samba, under the moon on the beach
I can whistle the melody, with two shells I beat the rythm
And if you want to make love, we’re in the right place
It’s illegal, of course, but hotels are so dull

Dance the Samba with me, ayayay…
I am good, I am good
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba

Between Playa de Flamengo and the pretty Ipanema, lie the wealthy hot beaches
But the poor in Rio live high above the rest
The highest mountain is my home
The wind cools, the sun burns, there is sorrow that isn’t felt

Dance the Samba with me, ayayay…
I am good, I am good
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba
If you’ve got time and money you’ll buy my Samba

I made it a point this summer to take a photo from the same view of Mälaren, the inner archipelago of Stockholm, during the span of ten days.

Not a moment is the other alike. Enjoy the present! And if you really can’t see any beauty in it – after rain comes sunshine.

Enjoy,
Johanna