Naucil jsem se anglicky velmi brzo, tak okolo dvanacti let veku a jelikoz jsem byl divne a citlive dite (to mi zustalo dodnes) , tak se mi libily basnicky a takove kokotiny. Uplne prvni jsem se naucil "Guy Fawkes" basnicku (stejne jako ted, i tehdy jsem byl posedly historii):
"Remember, remember the fifth of November
the Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
I see no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot"
A hned jako druhou jsem se naucil Eldorado od Edgar Allan Poe a to dokonce i cesky, urcite to znate:
Tam, pres Hory Mesicne,
udolim Stinu jenz pada,
jed, smele jed!,
zni odpoved,
tam je cil Eldorada!
Me se to ale stejne vic libilo v originale, takze pak uz bylo jen logicke, ze jsem nechtel poslouchat plagiarizujiciho Karla Gotta, ale radsi Beatles. A ted original znel takhle a o tom je ten dnesni obraz:
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old--
This knight so bold--
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be--
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied--
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
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