Cezinando – “Håper Du Har Plass” (Hope You Have Space” & ISÁK “Sávan Dus Lea Sadji”.

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I’ve been familiar for years with the song I want to share with you today, and I’d known it’s a cover of something, but had no idea of what. You may recognise ISÁK if you’ve been reading my blog from the early days because I shared one song of hers – “Face The Truth” – back then. She’s still one of my favourite Sami pop artists, and Sávan Dus Lea Sadji was one of her earlier songs as far as I can recall.

So recently I was listening to some Norwegian music on Spotify and heard “Håper Du Har Plass” by Cezinando that sounded oddly familiar and for a while I couldn’t quite recall what it reminded me of, but eventually figured it out that it sounds just like the ISÁK song, except it was obviously in Norwegian rather than Sámi, and indeed, that is the song which ISÁK covered. Now I like both versions a lot.

Cezinando is Kristoffer Cezinando Karlsen, he is a rapper, singer and songwriter who’s music has been highly acclaimed in Norway, and he lives in Oslo and is of both Norwegian as well as Portuguese descent.

 

ISÁK is actually a band, but I believe its founder and frontwoman- Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen- also uses it as her own artist name. She won a Norwegian song competition Stjernekamp in 2018, and I believe she is now more recogniseable in the mainstreamy world (or at least the more mainstreamy Norwegian world) due to her collabing with Alan Walker.

I managed to do a translation of the Cezinando version, which I’ll share below. This time, since he’s from Oslo, it’s not nynorsk 😌 ) but some bits were still challenging for me for various reasons. Sometimes I knew what something meant in Norwegian but found it difficult to find the right English words that would work in something as concise as lyrics but also convey the sense as well as I’d like. Some bits I could understand literally but wasn’t sure what exactly they’re supposed to mean or whether they’re idioms or whether I was in fact understanding something wrong, to the point that in a few places it seemed rather nonsensical like that line with the cellar. :O

There’s nothing that interests me anymore

Or feel like a genuine feeling

And it has just started to pour down

So I hope you have space

I hope you have space for me, again

Could be just a matress that can lie in the toilet as far as I am concerned

I hope I get a pass into your palace

I can keep calm and sneak around as if I was walking on glass

I hope there is space somewhere inside the heart that you’ve inherited from your mother and me

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

I come all alone and with no pass

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself, and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

I’m coming back home

[…] was home again

I cannot go to her again

It is my fault that it has ended

So she has things that boil down in the cellar that burnt the home [???]

And I have things in the closet and in the folder [?]

I let it ring two times before I hung up so you can call me back up, and I will see your name on the screen – with a picture – of you

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

I come all alone and with no pass

I have slept out before

Then I was closer to the real me

The one far from the perfect, little defective me

I thought it was Jesus when you woke me up, but I’m easily fooled

The whole life and the whole world has been on me

So I gave up trying to make them understand me

I can make dinner, its the same for me

What about frozen hash?

I hope you have space, I hope you have space

I come all alone and with no pass

You can tell me when I need to pay attention and put me in my place if you find a window for me

Oh, catch me when I fall or lose myself and the last flame or spark

I will let you cry yourself out for a life with me on my cost if you find a window for me

There’s nothing that interests me anymore

Or feel like a genuine feeling

And it has just started to pour down

So I hope you have space

I hope you have space for me

Again, again, again, again

Every time I’ve wanted to come back home to you

I wasn’t expecting to be able to find a translation of ISÁK’s version, but, surprisingly, I did, and as far as I can tell as a practical non-Sámi speaker (yet) it seems fairly decent. You can find it

here.

My nature has changed, crushed

And it feels no more

It is fitting that it has began to rain again now

I hope you have

Hope you have

Space for me

I don’t ask for much

I could even

Go sleep on the floor

Then I wish that I could

Get away from this pain because

Nothing feels okay

I wish you have space somewhere

In your heart that you got from your mother and me

I hope you have space

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I return home again now

Most unfair in the world

How they don’t find peace anymore

When they know who is guilty

And then look for ways that

Must kill the sorrow

But my ownership is in their house

Because of that I don’t have strength to quit

Knocking their door

Even though each wound shouts not to tease

I need you

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

I hope you have

Space for me

I am all alone now

Nothing matters

I promise to obey and be good

If you would let me in

Oh, save me when I hurry

Or lose myself

When the last lights have died out

You can cry in my arms

Give me the burden

If you would let me in

Cezinando:

ISÁK:

Floraleda Sacchi – “Outer Space (Gnossienne 1).

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Today I have another piece played by Floraleda Sacchi for you, but this time not her original work. The gnossiennes are experimental compositions written by the French composer Erik Satie for piano. A lot of music for piano can be played for harp and even more is rearranged by harpists like Floraleda Sacchi. This piece is the Gnossienne no. 1.

Enya – “Shepherd Moons”.

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Yesterday, after having wild dreams featuring The Loxian Gate by Enya and sharing the afore mentioned song on here, I’ve started to listen to all of her albums chronologically and still hasn’t finished, and it feels like my faza on her has renewed a bit. Recently I had a bit of a refreshment of my faza on Cornelis – as I was working on another translation of his another song, the results of which were very mixed – and now it’s Enya. It’s very good, as I still don’t have an official, new, major faza, and faza on Gwilym has faded into the background so I do need something to keep me going. It’s a very regular pattern with Enya though. My faza on her never was particularly intense, no huge peaks or other such, but it’s always been very enriching, satisfying and just making my life feel better. And every year since she stopped being my major faza, when it gets autumnal, or more wintry, the faza will always come back and I’ll be listening to her music all the time and reading about her and just feeling very strongly about her music. I guess this time of year is just very right for listening to Enya and I also know I’m not the only one Enya fan who experiences a similar phenomenon.

So today I’m sharing with you another beautiful, space-themed piece which has always been very close to my brain and heart. I like Enya’s wordless, soothing and kind of magical vocals on this, and the keys – don’t they sound like they’re laughing? To me they do. 😀 They sound as if they were laughing quietly about something that only they know and as if they just were very happy in a quiet, calm way. – Shepherd Moons is one of the most special albums by Enya to me, maybe not necessarily the most favourite, but I just have so many significant memories with this, it’s helped me with so many upheavals in life, and this particular track, as well as Caribbean Blue and a few others on this album I find great for any kind of relaxing visualisation as they are very nourishing for the imagination.

The album, as well as its title track, got its name from the shepherd moons of Saturn – Pandora and Prometeus – which was Roma Ryan’s idea.

Question of the day (5th March).

Hi people! 🙂

Would you rather live underwater or in space? Why?

My answer:

Definitely underwater! I’m just not that interested in space at all, I don’t find anything particularly appealing about it to be honest and there are much more things about it that we don’t know than we do, I wouldn’t like to live in such a place. But I love the sea and being in it, even though I can’t really swim that well. When I was younger, one of my imaginary worlds was underwater, it was very fairytale-like with a lot of folklore motives, there were sea people in it, and sometimes they could appear to people if they believed that they existed or if they felt like someone needs their help. There was like a whole family of those sea people and they had different powers and different ways to help people, different personalities, attributes and stuff, I loved them, there were also many secondary characters. They could also show themselves to people in other bodies of water but their main residence were seas and oceans. You could call them when you were by a body of water and felt unhappy and focused hard enough on that you wanted to call them, and then if they felt that was necessary – or rather the father of that family did, who was also the ruler of the seas and I originally called him Akrofil just because I liked the sound of it, but then renamed him to Magnus because AKrofil sounded too much like some kind of a pervert, I guess there actually is such a thing as acrophilia though I have no idea what it’s about 😀 – they could take you to their world, usually just for a while, so that you could have a break from your actual life and world but it felt like a really long time and during that time you could do lots of fun things in that world and they would discuss how they can help you. – They had a castle there, and it was very beautiful inside of it. Whatever they would decide to do specifically for you in the end, you would always also get a special, huge sapphire ball with which you could call them and ask them to do something for you that they could do, not just on your whim but when you felt really unhappy or couldn’t cope with something, they could take you back to their castle or make you invisible or do something to other people if they were bad to you or influence people, like tell them what they shoould do, or just comfort you or whatever and you didn’t have to be by the water to use the ball. It was as you can guess my way of coping with things and I had many such imaginary worlds and a whole Brainworld of them, and I still do, though that one, although it existed for a very long time, as well as many others, doesn’t really exist any longer or isn’t so grandiose any more, most of the time I have a hard time seeing it or accessing it. Nowadays I only have three imaginary worlds in my Brainworld but it used to be many more and there were really complex structures that I could build but usually didn’t really have to think hard or very consciously about it, a lot of that happened very much spontaneously as long as I had some concept to begin with that it could be based on, and I loved it, there were worlds, and then sometimes worlds in worlds or other such creations and now I don’t really get how I was able to manage all that and have some control over it and not get drowned in all of that even though it wasn’t that long ago. I really loved them all and they really helped me or simply made my life more interesting. Most of them had also faded quite spontaneously, because I either grew out of them at some point or didn’t need them any more and started to forget about them. But I’ve always loved Magnus’ kingdom and found it fascinating and so I think I would like to live underwater, as long as I could actually survive there.

How about you? 🙂