Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Procol Harum - O paloare de o nuanţă mai albă (Romanian translation)
Am sărit peste dansul de fandango uşor,
Am făcut roata de-a lungul podelei,
Aveam puţin rău de mare,
Dar mulţimea a cerut mai mult,
Sala vuia mai tare
În timp ce plafonul zbura departe
Când am mai comandat o băutură
Chelnerul a adus o tavă.
(Refren)
Şi astfel, mai târziu,
Când morarul îşi spunea povestea,
Faţa ei, străvezie la început,
A devenit de o paloare de o nuanţă mai albă.
Ea a zis : « Nu există niciun motiv
Şi adevărul e uşor de văzut. »
Dar rătăceam printre cărţile mele de joc
Şi nu o lăsam să fie
Una dintre cele 16 virgine vestale
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Şi deşi ochii îmi erau deschişi,
Puteau la fel de bine să fie închişi.
(refren)
Ea a zis : "Sunt acasă la plecarea de pe ţărm"
Deşi în realitate noi ne aflam pe mare,
Şi astfel am luat-o de oglindă
Şi am forţat-o să fie de acord
Spunând : « Tu trebuie să fii sirena
Care s-a dus la plimbare cu Neptun »
Dar ea mi-a zâmbit cu atâta tristeţe
Încât furia mea a dispărut imediat.
(refren)
Dacă muzica e hrana iubirii
Atunci râsul e regina ei
Şi la fel dacă spatele e faţa
Atunci mizeria e într-adevăr curată,
Gura mea devenită pănă atunci ca de carton
Părea să-mi alunece chiar prin cap
Şi astfel ne-am scufundat repede
Şi am atacat străfundul oceanului.