dugdeep said:
Junip - Without You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbC1uOjNh6A
she feels she needs to leave
when the fields are all covered in frost
and the dreams begin to breathe
opening the partly open locks
while the others start to disagree
on returning to rough and moving grounds
and if I should come to be relieved
would it be without you?
she feels she needs to leave
to avoid a messy aftermath
alone between lines of anguished needs
rearranged to allow a newborn path
while the others start to disagree
on returning to rough and moving grounds
and if I should come to be relieved
would it be without you?
Thank you for sharing, dugdeep. This song is sad. I want to share with you the Joy I feel today. After listening Hassan Rohani speech (interview) and reading this _http://www.haaretz.com/blogs/eyes-wide-open/.premium-1.549316, I remembered another song that I like, which I listened and sang whole day today that keeps me smiling and laughing still.
Here it is: "Bradobrei" ор "Once Upon a Time There Was a Barber" ("Жил да был брадобрей" - Мэри Поппинс ") from the same "Mary Poppins" movie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXOW5hRyvWo
Lyrics in Russian:
Жил да был брадобрей,
На земле не найти добрей,
Брадобрей стриг и брил зверей,
После той чудесной стрижки,
Кошки были, словно мышки,
Даже глупые мартышки
Походили на людей.
Это было прошлым летом,
В середине января,
В тридесятом королевстве,
Там, где нет в помине короля.
Как-то раз, встретив льва,
Брадобрей оробел сперва,
И с трудом подобрав слова,
Он сказал весьма учтиво:
Чтобы быть всегда красивым,
Надо стричь усы и гриву
В год примерно раза два.
Это было прошлым летом,
В середине января,
В тридесятом королевстве,
Там, где нет в помине короля.
Что же было потом?
Ясно всем, кто со львом знаком,
Стричь его, что играть с огнем,
Продолжать рассказ не будем,
Лев остриженный, как пудель,
Съел беднягу, словно пудинг,
Съел со всем инвентарем.
Это было прошлым летом,
В середине января,
В тридесятом королевстве,
Там, где нет в помине короля.
Это было прошлым летом,
Где-то в середине января.
I can't find not one translation of it
, so I'll just try to quickly translate it free style.
Once upon a time there was a Barber, who was so good that nothing compared to him in the whole Earth. He cut the hair of the animals and shaved them. After his wonderous haircuts, cats looked like mice, even silly monkeys looked like people. This was last summer, in the middle of January, in the three tenth (magic) kingdom where there is no memory of king.
One day, he met a lion, and frightened at first, he finally could find some words and quite politely said: "To always be pretty, one needs to cut it's main and beard (moustache) twice a year at least.
And what had happened next? Anybody can understand it who met a lion, even once. To cut the hair of a lion, is the same as to play with fire. We will not continue the story. A lion with a haircut of the poodle ate the barber with his whole inventory.
