Косари на лугу —— Mowers in the Meadow Станислав Матковский, Stanislav Matkovskii Translated by David Benning
In the meadow they come
With sharp scythes they are swinging, approaching;
The flower of God far too small
to resist on its own.
On Your Mercy I call,
You're my Hope and Salvation, O Lord my God.
By Mercy, by Mercy,
By Mercy and Grace from Your Throne.
Only faith in You, Lord,
Is my constant companion and comfort,
A faith in Your word—
You uphold ev'rything You have made.
And I trust in You, Lord,
That for me You are Living and Pleading;
My Rock of Salvation
Will stand in the path of the blade.
Otherwise why do You
Send the marvelous dew at the daybreak?
For that shows Your care,
Which is new in its mercies each morn.
Why did You give me songs,
And the wonderful hope of salvation?
O cast not aside now,
O turn now Your ear to my prayer!
And the mowers at eve
Quiet sickles and sharp scythes at twilight
The harvest is done,
Here by Grace well unharmed do I stand.
As in previous days,
Comes the Heavenly dew, Love revealing;
I glorify You, Lord,
For Mercy and Love that You planned!
The Mighty Have Fallen - Song of David & Jonathan Могучие Пали - Песнь Давида и Ионафана
Текст взят из Библии, 2 Царств 1:19 26, 27 Text is taken from the Bible: 2 Samuel 1:19, 26, 27
19 Краса твоя, о Израиль, поражена на высотах твоих!
Krasa tvoya, o Izrail', porazhena na vysotakh tvoikh!
Beauty [of] yours, O Israel, smitten no heights [of] yours!
как пали сильные! как пали сильные!
kak pali sil'nyye! kak pali sil'nyye!
how fallen [the] mighty! how fallen [the] mighty!
26 Скорблю о тебе, брат мой (Ионафан);
Skorblyu o tebe, brat moy (Ionafan);
[I] grieve over you, brother [of] mine;
ты был очень дорог для меня; любовь твоя была
ty byl ochen' dorog dlya menya; lyubov' tvoya byla
you were ver dear to me; love [of] yours was
для меня превыше любви женской.
dlya menya prevyshe lyubvi zhenskoy.
for me beyond love [of a] woman.
27 Как пали сильные, погибло оружие бранное! Kak pali sil'nyye, pogiblo oruzhiye brannoye! How fallen [the] mighty, have ceased weapons [of] war!
Simon Khorolskiy & The Martens Sisters - Обратись, Господи!
Original song composed by Simon Khorolskiy
Lyrics adapted by Simon Khorolskiy & Zarina Kozlov
Based on Psalm 89 (Russian Synodal Version) (Ps. 90 in English)
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What can unite us all? What can help us all to live better? What will bring us the taste of happiness? Life will decorate with bright colors.
I believe in love God gave us love! And the power of love overcomes the world again. God taught us to love, showed us how to live. In our hearts we can turn on the light of love.
The Word of God is the sound of life, It can heal and raise our hands, It can inspire and direct on the bright path. It will force the shadow of pain to flee.
I believe in love God gave us love! And the power of love overcomes the world again. God taught us to love, showed us how to live. In our hearts we can turn on the light of love. This is victory that conquered the world forever.
Words by: Margarita Kolomiytseva (Маргарита Коломийцева)
English translation by: David Benning
Do not grow used to the beauty of woodlands, To serenity of night, to the magic of a dawn, To the velvety lavender richness of an espresso**, And to the warmth of someone's casual words.
Do not grow used to books and rain, To peals of thunder and winds so cold, To your taking tea with amber-colored honey, Or inhaling the smell of the morning sun.
Do not grow used to old cities, To their houses nor their familiar streets, To churches on estated manors, either humble or huge, And to long conversations, heart-to-heart.
Breathe fully and deeply. Life is not forever. Appreciate every moment. Remember! And above all... Do not grow used to love... Do not grow used to loved ones ever!
** Line 3: Author's word: ристретто, ristretto. Ristretto is a short shot of espresso coffee made with half the water but the same amount of grounds. Thus more concentrated.
The author's comments on the poem:
Недавно мне написала одна девушка и попросила разрешение снять клип на мои слова. Во время съемок у нее обнаружили опухоль и для нее стихотворение приобрело совсем иной, очень личный смысл.
Послушайте, что получилось.
Recently, a girl wrote to me and asked for permission to shoot a clip of my words. During the filming, she was diagnosed with a tumor and the poem acquired a very different, very personal meaning for her.
Listen to what happened.
To someone who missed the point of her poem, she wrote:
Ты совсем не понял основную мысль. Не привыкайте, значит не обесценивайте. Когда мы к чему-то привыкаем, мы перестаём это ценить.
You don't understand the basic idea at all. Don't get used to it, so don't devalue it. When we get used to something, we stop appreciating it.
