Sunday, June 15, 2014

River of Time (Valery Meladze)

Happy Father's Day, to all of the fathers without whom we would not exist; to the mothers, the children, the mother-fathers, the father-mothers, to all of the father-like uncles, to the friends; to everyone who is quietly thankful for their nests along the branches of the Tree of Life. Much affection in all of your directions. I'm cranking up old favorites while I work this morning.

Take it away, Valery. (Lyrics & music by Konstantin Miladze).




On just such a clear day,
but many years ago
we stood just like this by the river.
I tried to tell you
about my love,
but you simply smiled in silence.

And on the earth it was spring,
and rocking upon the waves,
a tiny little ship,
sailing south.

But time runs away
with such light steps,
and the days pass unnoticed.
Now I stand alone
next to the river;
it has not changed.

And on the earth again, spring,
and our ship, on the waves,
is sailing south.

Chorus:

Oh, do not run from me, time,
like a stubborn maiden.
Oh, do not fly without me into the sky
as a snow-white bird.
Oh, do not run from me, time,
like a stubborn maiden.
Oh, do not fly without me into the sky
as a snow-white bird....

В такой же ясный день,
Но много лет назад
Мы так же стояли у реки.
Я о любви своей
Пытался рассказать,
А ты только молча улыбалась.

И на земле была весна,
И всё качался на волнах,
Плывя на юг,
маленький кораблик.

А время всё бежит,
Легки его шаги
И дни незаметно пронелись.
Теперь уже один
Стою я у реки,
А в ней ничего не изменилось.

И на земле опять весна,
И наш кораблик по волнам
Плывёт на юг.

Припев:
О,не беги от меня, время
Как строптивая дева.
О,не лети без меня в небо
Белоснежною птицей.

О,не беги от меня, время
Как строптивая дева.
О,не лети без меня в небо
Белоснежною птицей....




3 comments:

Harlequin said...

A thought well done ... A worthy salutation to all who birthed or guided us ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PMEuJmz3CU

Iulia Flame said...
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Iulia Flame said...

Thank you, Harlequin. What a beautiful song/story. I hadn't seen this video before. Such a connection has been lost, for so many, but the longing remains nonetheless.

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