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The setting is idyllic: "Meet me in the garden of Eden/bring a friend/We are As ever with Newsom, her lyrics are not without a cryptic feel. Will you love me when my hair is gray/ when my cheeks have lost their hue/ .. a thorn-tree in the garden stands/ from the sun his face was flecked with sweat/ red . I come home late/ she swears to god she sees me meet my brother's fate/ my of Eden, with the sword ablaze above/ and I wake at dawn with the heathen. Eden Song Lyrics | Phil Wickham Lyrics | Christian Music Song And I would meet You at the garden gate You breathed life into my lungs.
As one of our loyal readers, we ask you to be our partner. This phenomenon strengthened the State of Israel, and according to historian Dr.
Three young Israelis had a significant impact on this historic occurrence: Leah Slovin, a lawyer, journalist and politician who will soon turn 90, was one of the most prominent refuseniks to be released from the Soviet Union. SinceSlovin had been working to open the gates of the Soviet Union to allow the Jews to emigrate.
I found out what hotel he was staying at and I went there first thing in the morning. I found him eating breakfast in the dining hall and I asked him to meet me outside in a few minutes. About 10 minutes later, he met me in the nearby park. I told him that we were preparing to issue an appeal to the American Jewish community to pressure the US government to act in our behalf, and demand that our Soviet citizenship be revoked. I made it clear that we knew we would be imprisoned for this.
When he heard this, his face turned pale. But you must tell your friends that if you do this, you will damage relations between Israel and the Soviet Union. The Soviets believed that if they allowed the prominent activists to emigrate to Israel, the level of activity would subside.
One of them was Boris Dov Schperling, who would later spur Yahav and his fellow students. It soon became clear that Andropov and Gromyko had made a huge mistake: Letting the 1, activists out did not lessen activity, but instead helped to increase it.
Slovin and her husband made aliyah with their children and parents in Februaryand she immediately began working together with Schperling and Yasha Kazakov a. Jacob Kedmi in an effort to pressure the Israeli government to lead a worldwide campaign to allow Soviet Jews to emigrate to Israel.
The two of them received the new Israelis with open arms and set about helping them. According to Slovin, they reached the conclusion that the only way to win over Golda was to recruit the student union.
We are sitting now in an apartment in Ramat Aviv and we are asking that you come here now to speak with us. You must come now. So how was it possible that he was here already? Who would want to give in, his heart disobeyin'? We descend from the conquered high mountaintops Many beautiful songs, many hopes, words of love Are inspired by mountains, they eternally call us.
Yet we have to descend, for a year or for life For we have to return from the mountains There is one thing that's better than mountains And it's mountains that we haven't climbed. Proshchanie They will stay for a while, And then they'll take course But they will return Breaking through winds a-wailing.
And it won't take six months Till I'm back at my house. Just to set out again, To set out for a six month's a-sailing. Everybody returns But the best of our friends, And the best loving, faithful, Adorable women.
Everybody returns But for those we need most I believe not in fate I believe not in fate Nor myself I believe in. I am sure to return Full of dreams, friends along, And it won't take six months And it won't take six months Till I get back to singing.
IA liubil i zhenshchin i prokazy I was fond of nasty tricks and women, And at changing them I didn't draw the line. There were stories about my demeanor And the numerous love-affairs of mine.
Way down south near the sea - I mean it - I was walking once along the road, And I encountered one of those women That in my life I came upon a lot. She was kind, a very generous creature, And as open-hearted as could be, She was nicely shaped, and had fine features, While I didn't have a coin about me. What she wanted were little presents, Such as brandy, golden rings, perfume. In return she'd grant the little pleasure Of her dubious service, I presume.
I might've got her wrong, she was ferocious, Made her farewell and left. Later on the passions had calmed down. She turned up, her anger shaken off. My impression was that now she found The price I'd offered suitable enough. Gorodskoj romans I happened to be walking around And I hurt two people by chance, They took me to militia grounds Where I saw her I knew not what on earth she was doing there, She was probably getting a pass.
She was beautiful, lovely and fair I decided to search out the lass. I just followed her, walking behind her, She wouldn't talk to a bully, I thought. Then I made up my mind to invite her To the nearest restaurant. As we walked people smiled at my pretty one, I was furious, my mind on the blink!
I just smote the face of a weird man 'Cause he dared to give her a wink. She found the caviar delicious, And I didn't grudge the expense, I ordered smash hits to musicians, And the last tune they played was "The Cranes". I made promises, showing my feeling, I repeated one thing the whole night: Now I knew what she really was doing there, In militia, my love at first sight.
O novom vremeni Like the toll of the bell late at night heavy footsteps resounded, Thus we, too, will soon have to say our good-byes and get under way. Through the pathless terrain, at a gallop, had the horses come round Carrying their riders to a good or bad end, which no one could say. Times have changed, yet to-day, as before, we keep striving for happiness, And we chase it, running head over heels, but it leaves us behind, And on the run we're losing the best of our friends, as it happens, Without noticing even that our friends are no more by our side.
For a long time to come yet we'll take any light for a fire, And on hearing the creak of high-boots, a menace we'll sense, Little children will play their old games of war, shoot and fire, And we'll long yet divide ourselves into enemies'n friends. And when rambles and fires and tears are all over'n done with, When our horses get tired of running and, faded, lose force, When our girls change their uniform coats into dresses and blouses I wish none of the moments would be ever forgotten, forgiven or lost Pesnia o veshchej Kassandre Though besieged and threatened to be torn asunder Troy remained impregnable to the assailant, if the Trojans had believed foreseer Cassandra it would probably have stood up to the present.
The frenzied maid kept shouting like witless: At night when death on Troy descended, coming out straight from the horse's womb, winged, like a sudden blaster, somebody cried over the terror-stricken crowd: The witch is all to blame for the disaster!
"MEET ME IN THE GARDEN" LYRICS by DENT MAY: Awa wa wa, Awa
The end was rather disappointing, though not tragic: Liubliu tebia sejchas, ne tajno - napokaz I love you now, in fact, And I don't hold it back. It's not "before", not "after" - your rays set me afire. Whether I weep or I smile I love you in this while,- the future I don't want, the past I don't desire. My wings are cut, and I'm restrained by tender feeling, although the greatest poet stated once: There is regret in it for something outdated, subsided striving, softened aspiration and disbelief in "love you" kind of things.
My current love has got no detriment, no spot. My age is under way - I want no venesection! At this continuous present I do not live in the past nor dream of future foundation. Through thick and thin I'll get to you somehow, you bet! But when I say "I love you", even yet don't make me add "I will", by error or with bias. I dream my dream in French, it has a wide tense range, the future and the past are different from ours. I'm pilloried, disgraced and outraged, The language seems to set me at defiance.
The language gap, oh my! I'm about to cry! Yet we can work it out, we have our firm intentions. I love you at the times which will comply with Future, Past and Present Perfect tenses. Gornoe eho In a mountain pass where the rocks for the winds are no checkers no checkerswhere no one has ever set foot, so steep is the rise so steep is the risethere once lived a jubilant cheerful mountain echo, it answered the calls and responded to cries, human cries.
When loneliness suddenly fills our heart with despair despair and when a low sound of pain down the cliff is about to land about to landadroitly, the echo will pick up the call and handling with care will then make it louder and with solicitude take it in hand. Some scoundrels, crazy and drunk, must have gotten around gotten aroundin order that no one might hear the footfall and snort footfall and snortintending to silence and murder the gorge, living canyon, they bound the echo and stopped up its mouth before it was shot.
And so it went on, their bloody ferocious enraged merrymaking, no sound was heard as they trampled the echo, made fun of it, mocked They shot in the morning the quietened mountain echo mountain echo and tears gushed out like stones from the wounds of a rock Gololed Mother Earth is all covered with ice - all year long it is covered with ice.
There's no spring, it appears, nor summer - White as snow is the planet's garment - now and then someone falls on the ice. Mother Earth is all covered with ice, all year long it is covered with ice.
Everything is covered with ice, all year long it is covered with ice. You may fly all around the Globe and may not even touch the ground,- anyway you are sure to drop an a slippery plain or slope To be crushed underfoot you are bound! There is nothing but ice, like glass, but it isn't a rink for skating. Perhaps a beast will quietly pass A two-legged one has to land on all fours - no escaping.
Rajskie iabloki I shall die for some day we all reach our last destination. And I'd rather be stabbed, than decease just like that in my bed. People pity the killed, pay them tribute and promise salvation I'm not sure of the living, however, we cherish the dead. I shall fall on my face, turn to one side and then to the other, and on stolen old horses my soul will then gallop ahead.
In the magical Gardens of Eden some apples I'll gather It's too bad that the gardens are guarded,- they shoot in the head. When we got to the place what I saw there wasn't quite pleasant: Now the wheel-horse got very excited.
I calmed him by calling him "darling", and removed all the prickles on him, and smoothed out his mane. In the mean time, a grey-haired man fumbled, humbling and grumbling, with the bolt, but, alas, his attempts were vain. And the worn out people did not even utter a sound.
They just rose from their knees to sit up, they were at a loss Den of thieves, mob of gangsters came out to welcome the crowd! All returned to it its source, and a man was up there on the cross. Well, we all have some wishes, but was it so much that I wanted? All I need is my friends, and my wife,- to shed tears when I'm dead. I shall gather some rose-colour apples for them - good and sorted It's too bad that the gardens are guarded, they shoot in the head.
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I could tell who the grey-haired man really was from his tears: There they were, the gardens, with pink frozen apples. It's too bad that the gardens are guarded,- so I was shot dead.
Then I urged on the horses, away from the horrible premises! And I rushed,- I had oats for the horses and apples for you.
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Whip in hand, I was driving, like mad, on the brink of the precipice. You were waiting for me to return from the Paradise, too. Bratskie mogily They don't put up crosses on communal graves, And widows don't come to shed tears; But flowers are laid and eternal flames Will never be quenched, it appears. The earth that was shaking and heaving of late With granite and marble is plated. There isn't a single separate fate, All fates are in one integrated. We see in the flame our burning tank, A house on fire and smoulder, The burning Smolensk and the burning Reichstag, The burning heart of a soldier.
The tearful widows don't visit the place, To give and receive the blessing. They don't put up crosses on communal graves But does it make less distressing? Skol'ko let, skol'ko let I need changes'cause for years there have not been many.
There's no money, and no girls, and there can't be any. I have filched for many years, and have not been lazy,- should have saved a heavy purse, but I drank like crazy. I'm as poor as a mouse, haven't got a penny, got no friends and got no house, and I can't have any. I have filched for many years, and have not been lazy, should have saved a heavy purse, but I drank like crazy. Somehow, I still get along playing cards and drinking.
All I ever did was wrong, not just the beginning Nu, o chem s toboiu govorit'?. It's no use to talk to you. I think all you say is unintelligible chatter So I'd better go and have a drink and discuss with friends a serious matter. They have vital questions to decide, For example: We debate two quite important points, as we hold a heated conversation: Your intelligence doesn't equal mine You should polish up your erudition!
Be the first one to rate this translation! He hasn't returned from the fighting Russian title: On ne vernulsia iz boia Why has everything changed? Life goes on as it should There's the sky over us, blue as ever, As before there's the air, the water, the wood But he's lost in the fighting for ever. I do not understand who was right, who was wrong In disputes that we had, rather biting.
It was not until now that I started to long For the one who did not come from fighting. He'd be awkwardly silent, he'd sing out of tune, And his absence of mind was exciting, He would not let me sleep, sitting up by the moon I'm destitute now, and I've just touched the ground, It occurred to me: I'd been beside him And I felt as if I had my fire blown out when he didn't return from the fighting.
Like a prisoner from jail, spring has broken away. By mistake I addressed him now, shouting: In the dugout we had room enough to get by, And for both of us time would be sliding But now he is gone, and I think it was I Who did not come alive from the fighting. Liricheskaia The birds are alarmed here, boding no good, The fur-trees are all of a tremble. You live in a magical mystery wood, To leave it you are unable. Though the cherry-trees dry their linen in space And the lilac-trees bloom over here, I'll take you away to the Palace,- the place Where trumpets and pipes you will hear.
The wizards have hidden your world from man For ages ahead, I imagine. You think that no other thing under the sun Is greater than this wood of magic. Though the dew drops at day-break do not leave the trace, Though the moon and the sky cause commotion, I shall take you away to the tower,- the place With a wonderful view of the ocean. So when will it happen? What time and what day I'll see you discreetly come out And in my arms I shall take you away To where you cannot be found?
I'll kidnap you if only you give your consent, Just think of the pains I have taken! Now to love in a cottage you'll have to assent Once the Palace is no longer vacant. V nash tesnyj krug ne kazhdyj popadal In our gang no strangers we would let.
And so one day - God damn - I took my chances - I brought the man along with me and said "He's one of us, now let us charge the glasses". He kept us company and seemed to be content, We welcomed him like a good friend, or brother, However, he betrayed us in the end. It was my fault, do not blame any other.
I don't recall the trial, what a plight! And then there was the barrack, cold as grave, and It seemed to me it was a pitch-black night, And it was not a dream, it was apparent. I will reserve myself and I'll revive; He thinks that he will never ever see me, He was too fast to bury me alive, He was mistaken, boys, believe me. The day will come, the night will not last long, I'll ask you when atonement is around: Zdravstvujte, nashi dobrye zriteli Both the pets and the wild beasts of prey Have human taste, smell and other senses, While humans have to prance and dance attendance, They are fated to act in that way.
Today spectators, today spectators Do not want to see the charmers and the tamers! And if you want to tame a pet, or beast, You have to join the criminal police.
Very few decent humans today Have human taste, smell and other senses, While beasts and animals must dance attendance, They are fated to act in that way. And if you want to tame a pet, or beast, Go join the circus - you will be pleased. There is the entrance but, you know, I have a habit - don't you hinder - Of coming in through a back-door And going out through a window.
I don't want to upset anyone, I can be an unbearable man, I was on the booze yesterday And was badly struck with dismay. I spat upon the drunken ass, Wrapped up my face in curtain tissue And threw myself straight through the glass Into the arms of the militia. All in blood and humiliated, Outraged and infuriated, With a good reputation, I was brought to the station. And, going far over the line, They kicked me, walloped and belabored, And then they made me pay a fine And told me not to be so wayward.
Poor creature, all bandaged, And unfairly damaged, I accepted the offer to sleep on the sofa. I woke up in the dead of night And felt my anger was abating, I walked up to the window but It had a heavy iron grating.
Well, I had an experience In confronting a hindrance But those bars over there Made me filled me with despair. And when the morning came, you know, I got up shaking and put out, But I walked out. And ever since I've been in doubt.
Life is quiet and ethical, Very clean and symmetrical, I feel low I'm hurt easily, And I'm living in misery. The song of the white elephant Russian title: Pesnia pro belogo slona Somewhere in India since the ancient times There were wild grey elephants of tremendous size.
They rambled in the jungle here and there at random, And somehow one of them was white among them. It was known for its wisdom, noble birth and breed, Had a friendly look and gentle spirit. Being white it was "a rare bird" indeed In the herd among its swarthy kindred. Once the Indian ruler - how could I expect? Then it made a curtsy and I made a bow, And the speech I made was soft, not vicious, Now I knew the elephant was actually a cow, Or, in other words, it was a female specious.
Sitting on the elephant I really looked grand, I would roam around the Indian fairyland. We'd ramble here and there and everywhere, And every inconvenience we'd share. We would go and sing our serenades of love, Ladies would jump off their beds like crazy, I should say, the elephant was talented enough, And his music gift was just amazing. You have seen a world map or an atlas, haven't you? And you know in India there's a river, too.
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My elephant and I would feed on mangoes And somehow we were lost around the Ganges. I would dash around restlessly for days on end Having undermined my flesh and spirit. Later on they told me: I was angry and upset at first but then I received an elephant from India again: As an ornament of cane in all its finery: Nice white elephant but made of ivory.
Having seven elephants at home is good, They allegedly protect us from misfortune. I would rather have them wonder in the wood, And I wish they wouldn't bring me fortune. Mosty sgoreli, uglubilis' brody The fords are deep.
The bridges have burnt down, And only skulls are visible. The ins and outs are blocked all around. There is one way to go,- it's where the crowd goes. Like harnessed horses fastened to a vehicle and as a vivid proof that our world is small, The crowd moves in an exclusive circle Without any bearings at all.