Railroad MP3: Part the Thirteen

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一直認為最近幾年一些洋地名的華文翻譯變得越來越正經八百， 死死板板的。
可能大家都要和中國央視同步接軌。

之前， 西非國家 Ivory Coast 翻譯為象牙海岸。
最近象牙海岸和賽那家足球比賽發生球迷暴動後， 新聞聽到的是 Ivory Coast 的 法譯 Côte d'Ivoire 的 直接音譯: 科特迪瓦。
聽起來怪怪的。

之前聽到的是翡冷翠， 現在常聽到的是佛羅倫薩。
覺得還是翡冷翠翻譯的比較漂亮。
把 Danube 翻譯成 多瑙河 也是神來之筆。
Danube 再聽幾遍， 都比較接近 大牛河， 而不是 多瑙河。

這一趟跑了幾個歐洲國家， 發現我的觀點有些許錯誤。
歐洲大陸地理和河川的英語名詞本身就是英譯後的結果。

翻開歐洲大陸的鐵路時刻表，
維也納 是 Wien， Vienna 是 Wien 的 英譯。
翡冷翠 是 Firenze, Florence 是 Firenze 的 英譯。

所以， 追根究底， Vienna 是 維也納， Florence 是 翡冷翠 就變得理所當然了。

希臘人管自己的國家為 Hellas。 英語系國家把它稱為Greece。
Greece是Hellas， 所以是希臘變得理所當然。

到了布達佩斯， 來到多瑙河河畔， 才發現在匈牙利， 多瑙河是Duna。
Danube是Duna， 所以是多瑙變得理所當然。


River Seine, Paris （塞納河， 巴黎）

C'EST LA VIE (梁靜茹)

作詞：黃婷
作曲：易桀齊/伍冠諺

也許我會再遇見你
像戀人般重逢美麗
看你滿臉鬍渣的笑意 爽朗一如往昔
C'est La Vie C'est La Vie C'est La Vie

走一個城市的陌生 走到了
曙光無知無覺的黎明
一路微笑的滿天繁星 消失在日出裏
C'est La Vie C'est La Vie C'est La Vie

oh 塞納河～的水 是心的眼淚
流過了～你笑的 每個樣子
我會在 你的記憶 看到我自己 看到了結局
愛在錯過後更珍惜


都將走向新的旅程 Au revoir
說好不為彼此停留
看車窗外的你沈默不語 我不再哭泣
C'est La Vie C'est La Vie C'est La Vie

oh 塞納河～的水 是心的眼淚
流過了～ 漂泊的 人生風景
願我們 各自都有 美好的一生 美好的憧憬
愛在遺憾裡 更清晰

oh 塞納河～的水 是心的眼淚
流過了～一去不回
我會在 你的記憶 看到我自己 看到了結局
愛在錯過後更珍惜

oh 塞納河～的水 是心的眼淚
流過了～漂泊的 人生風景
願我們 各自都有 美好的一生 美好的憧憬
愛在遺憾裡 更清晰

也許我會再遇見你
像戀人般重逢美麗
C'est La Vie C'est La Vie
C'est La Vie

轉載來自 ※Mojim.com　魔鏡歌詞網



River Danube， Budapest （多瑙河， 布達佩斯）

爱情多瑙河 （熊天平）

作词：熊天平/许常德
作曲：熊天平
编曲：屠颖

爱让谁落泪　哭成流水　不知去向
往事在每一夜　陪伤心人入睡

＃爱怎会疲惫　你一去不回
你的起点　也许是我永远到不了的终点　让我飘飘荡荡

＊我不停的追逐　那黑色的幸福　就像是蒙上眼睛　追逐你的路
   
我扬起万千风帆　告诉你我好孤单　在幽幽蓝蓝多烦恼多恼河

Repeat ＃、＊

我企图欺骗自己　爱情没有烦恼
只是你没有目标　让我迷失多恼河

Repeat ＊

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River Rhine， Basel （萊茵河， 巴塞爾）

Bobby Helms - Fraulein (英文版)
Songwriter: Lawton Williams

Far across deep blue water
Lives an old German's daughter
By the banks of the old River Rhine
Where I loved her and left her
But I can't forget her
I miss my pretty Fraulein

Fraulein, Fraulein, look up toward the heavens
Each night when the stars start to shine
By the same stars above you
I swear that I love you
You are my pretty Fraulein

When my memories wander
Away over yonder
To the sweetheart that I left behind
In a moment of glory
A face comes before me
The face of my pretty Fraulein

Fraulein, Fraulein, walk down by the river
Pretend that your hand's holding mine
By the same stars above you
I swear that I love you
You are my pretty Fraulein


舒雲 - 夜茫茫
原曲:Fräulein

夜茫茫，我獨自懷想，
想起我的姑娘，幾時才能回到我身旁。

夜茫茫，没有月亮，
大地一片淒涼，姑娘你快來我身旁。

姑娘，姑娘，快來我的身旁，希望我與你影一雙，
夜茫茫，我獨自懷想，想起我的姑娘，
没有快樂，只有悲愴。

夜茫茫，我獨自懷想，
想起我的姑娘，幾時才能回到我身旁。
願我倆成對成雙，永遠不要分離, 永遠要你伴在我身旁。

姑娘，姑娘，回來我的身旁，為何你與我各一方?
夜茫茫，我獨自懷想，想起從前我倆，
幾時你才回到我身旁，幾時你才回到我身旁。



River Arno， Florence （阿爾諾河， 翡冷翠）

[
I know these are not lyrics to a song.
And I do not know how much they pay Michael Caine for his brief appearance as the Wayne family butler in the final installtion of the Dark Knight trilogy.
But whatever the pay, these lines delivered by him in the blue-tinted Wayne Manor corridor on an early morning are worth the paycheck.
I can't think of anything more lyrical and powerful a butler can say to his master (more like a father to a son) than these lines.
]

Alfred: [to Bruce Wayne]
The Dark Knight Rises

Remember when you left Gotham?
Before all this, before Batman?
You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited,
hoping that you wouldn't come back.

Every year, I took a holiday.
I went to Florence,
there's this cafe, on the banks of the Arno.
Every fine evening, I'd sit there and order a Fernet Branca.

I had this fantasy,
that I would look across the tables and I'd see you there,
with a wife and maybe a couple of kids.

You wouldn't say anything to me, nor me to you.
But we'd both know that you'd made it, that you were happy.
I never wanted you to come back to Gotham.
I always knew there was nothing here for you,
except pain and tragedy.

And I wanted something more for you than that.

I still do.

五月， 2012： 法蘭克福， 德國

Six years ago, I was in Frankfurt, in winter time. But I didn't step into the city. I went straight from the airport to the train station and went north to Cologne.




When Hollywood made the movie adaption of the A-Team, they set some of the scenes in Frankfurt. They were probably after the skyline. However, they also wanted a medieval church in the scene. Frankfurt has its own Dom cathedral, but the Hollywood producers probably deem it not as majestic as they wish.
 
So, they exercise their artistic license. In some of the supposedly Frankfurt scenes, the Cologne Cathedral made its appearance.

The Mainz river runs through the city. On the railway time table, Frankfurt is actually Frankfurt on the Mainz. This is to avoid it being confused with another station named simply "Frankfurt".

The river seem to divide the city into two distinct districts. The CBD on one side, and across the Mainz, front the bank is the museum district.

After coming back from Heidelberg, I just spend the rest of the day, a long one afforded by the summer sun, wandering the about the Mainz.

I spent sometime on the bench by the Mainz, looking up at the sky. Never for a second were the Frankfurt sky empty of airplane flying into the airport.



 

 
 
Back in the hotel, the RLD is getting ready for the night. A man in drag stood by the corner of the street discreetly soliciting.
 
From my room I could hear the low thump of the bass streaming from the many strip joints below me on street level.

Luckily, I was too tired to be affected by it.

 The next morning, I packed up and got ready to leave for Frankfurt airport.


Here end my european holidays.
Next up, the Orient Express.

五月， 2012： 法蘭克福 -> 海德堡， 德國

When I was transiting into Africa from Frankfurt, I got the chance to walk around the Frankfurt station area. I wandered into the city redlight district. It was too early for any of the illicit action, but I did find some accomodation options in the RLD. There is actually a youth hostel within the RLD. There were at least 2 budget hostel, just like the Fragrance and 88 in the lorongs of Geylang. But stepping out of the Frankfurt station after arriving from Oslo, I wanted to try out other options.

The hotels right in front of the station looked too expensive. I followed a banner advertisement out the side of the station. There really were a lot of hotels. All less than 5 storey tall, with lobbies modestly done up. But when I walk in and ask, most doesn't seem to be interested in my business. In any case, either there were no room for the night,or the rate too high for me.

While it was still early for the RLD, out on the side streets by the side of the station, I could see a guy who looked to be peddling drugs from a doorstep. After about half an hour checking around, it was almost the commute hours. I could see the businesstypes emerging from the hotel, all suited up swing their briefcases and laptop bags. No wonder there was no rooms. Frankfurt station is, almost literally, in the shadow of the tall buildings of one of the biggest business and finance district of the world.

I was not about to give up. I decided to check with the tourist info counter by the wing of the station, which was open for business by now. I approached the lady at the counter and name my budget. she ring up a potential hotel, then wrote an address down. "Walk right in front of the station, then turn left after the first crossing after the tramline." said her. I suspected that's exactly the hotel in the RLD. I was right, fate has brought  us together, I couldn't defy her.

I checked into a nice clean room, again given a large double room at the price of a single. The joy of travelling in the shoulder season.

I headed out, but not before scanning the tourist brochure by the reception. There were a number of pamphlets with discount to the many strip joints and "gentlemen clubs" around the hotel.
Munich has her MarienPlatz, and Frankfurt has her Romberg. It's the central town square not far from the hotel.

On the way there, I could see the Occupy Movement had set up tents in Frankfurt.

Frankfurt was subjected to heavy Allied bombing during WWII, so while the Romberg is a nice place to visit, much of it was rebuilt after the war. A street artist was plying his/her trade with a static performance of seemingly levitating. A group of Chinese tourist, their Japanese DSLR hanging down their neck were trying to work out how he did it. It's a bit like openly discussing the secret of a trick right in front of a performing magician: 網民破解劉謙春晚魔術。

By lunch time, I have walked down one bank on the River Mainz, and up the other. There was still a day worth of travel on my railpass, so I was thinking I shouldn't waste that. I need to make a short day trip out, but where? The tourist brochure provided the answers. They were offering day tour from Frankfurt, and one was the most popular destination was Heidelberg, about an hour away by express train.

Right outside the Jewish Museum of Frankfurt, I decided I should spent the afternoon in Heidelberg.
 
I wandered back to the station, across what look like a immigrant district of the city. There were a row of kebab shops, with Chinese and other Asian restaurant. The bookshop there were carrying foreign newspaper. Foreign as in not European.

I rushed back in to the station, checked out the time table on the walls. There were frequent trains running between Frankfurt and Heidelberg. An express leaves within half an hour. I got on the train, but felt it better if I need a seat reservation with the railpass. "No problem, just go right in." said the DB conductor. I got on  into a three seat first class compartment. A hugh German businesstype came on before the train pulled out. Laptop on the desk, bespoke suit on the armrest. When he saw me taking pictures of the sene outside the window, he offered his window seat facing the direction of travel.

With just an afternoon to take in the sight, I head right to the tourist info right outside the station. I ask for one thing: the direction to the old town (but not for the white coffee.) The staff there point me to the metallic equestrain sculpture right across the street. Just follow the main street after the horse.

I didn't expect such a long main street. Before the old district, I need to get past a shopping street. I don't remember seeing any kebab shops, but there were Chinese restaurants and a Asian emporium. There were the usual snack bars, pharmacy and fashion shop. Including one named Hell's Kitchen.
 
I always thought Hell's Kitchen is a tough neighborhood in New York where Daredevil stakes his claim to.

After tbe shopping streets, the old town finally made its appearance, with its preserved old buildings. Heidelberg is a node on what is known as the Romantic Road.
 
I believe this originally has more to do with the old buildings preserved in the Romantic architectural style than our modern interpretation of the word "romantic".
 
The modern interpretation seems to be associated with a couple, throw in lavish gift of jewelry, candlelight dinner, walks by the sea and under dim gaslight. Of course, if this association can bring in the tourist dollars, the cities on the Romantic Road would not mind.

 But this cobble-stoned Romantic Road is killing my feet today.

I associate Heidelberg with castles, since there is a 堡(fortess) in 海德堡(Heidelberg)。 There actually is a old castle in Heidelberg. As the street that runs through the old town disappeared into tunnels under a hill, the castle is found atop the hill.

I picked my way up the stairs and slope of the hill. There are a number of large manors on the slope, each with its pointy steeples. Some are hotels, but other look like private residents. The owners must be filty rich.

After an exhausting climb, I finally reached the castle. At the entrance a opportunistic kiosk has a Coca-Cola advertisement board hanging by its door: Thirsty?


At least the view from the top is worth the climb up.
 
 
 
Aside from the old town, Heidelberg university town is also known as a university town.

 
 
 
 
One of the popular method to go around the town is the bicycle. Youth of both european and asian extracts, students I supposed, zipped around on their bicycle, as I made my way back to the station.

This is the first time in this entire trip that I need to rush down to the platform to catch a train. The next direct train back to Franfurt was about 2 hours away. I decided to leave early.