I am Dreaming of the Mountains

I am dreaming of the mountains of my home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt 'neath southern skies
Where the summer never dies
But my heart is in the mountains of my home

I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the charming music of the Rhyl
There is nothing to compare
With the love that once was there
In that lonely little homestead on the hill

I can see the quiet churchyard down below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
And when God my soul will keep
It is there I want to sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago.


Additional verse added here:

I am dreaming of the mountains of my youth.
Yet I long for Christ my spirit soon to soothe:
There in Heav'n His face I'll see
And from sin I'll be set free—
There in Heaven on God's holy Mount of Truth!


As performed by Simon Khorolskiy

And a performance by the famous Welsh tenor, Bryn Terfel

And the Russian translated by Zarina Kozlov—

Часто снятся мне те горы, где мой дом,
Где я в детстве с каждым был знаком холмом.
Жил под южным небом я  
В лета вечного краях,
Только сердце в тех горах и в доме том

Вижу сердцем милый домик на холме,
И мелодия реки звучит во мне
Не сравнится ничего
с нежностью, теплом его
Того маленького дома на холме

В тихий двор церковный веет ветер с гор...
Когда душу призовет к Себе мой Бог
Я б хотел покой найти ,
Где родные старики
Кто любил меня еще с тех давних пор.

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Spring Again

Other Russian versions of this song can be found here:

• link to view the Russian lyrics and the lead sheet

• mp3 of the Russian

——— English versification ———

See the days again pass; friends now gather near,
Spreading words of kindness, cheerfully with love.
Day by day is fleeting, passing year by year
All things soon will end —  and we'll meet Him up Above!
    Chorus—
    Then the Spring will come back ever renewed,
    Gathered there together at Jesus' feet,
    Years of pain and trouble will not be viewed,
    And no suff'ring shall we meet.

Count the days of joy here; what days left remain?
Count the days of sorrow, mourning time and tears.
We know not their number; life for Christ is gain.
Fight each day for Christ then for Christ shall soon appear!
    Chorus—

In this world is evil, but be kind and good;
Bring to those around you love and joy and grace;
This will blossom round us beauty as it should—
They will then go tell of the joy upon your face!
    Chorus—

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The Forgotten Feast

Another poem by Margarita Kolomiytseva

The forgotten feast of God's table,

I again partake, as if for the first time.

Like a dry leaf in the palm of my hand I grieve,

And I repent in ashes for my deeds.

The soul is cleansed like an orange

From the rough skin of petty ambition.

I don't want to pray to other gods,

There is only one, heavenly Lord.

There, somewhere on the ruins of a dream,

A submissive humility begins to glow.

Let grow out of the dust an adoration

And understanding of God's beauty.

Often to me God's plan is not clear,

And though His design I see as gray,

Faith, spread your bright watercolors,

And I will go confidently into the fog.

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Забытый праздник Божьего стола,
Я снова, словно в первый раз вкушаю.
Как лист сухой в ладони сокрушаюсь,
И каюсь в пепле за свои дела.

Очищена душа, как апельсин
От грубой кожи мелочных амбиций.
Я не хочу другим богам молиться,
Есть лишь один, небесный Господин.

Там, где-то, на развалинах мечты,
Затеплилось покорное смиренье.
Пусть вырастет из праха восхищенье,
И пониманье Божьей красоты.

Мне часто не понятен Божий план,
И пусть Его дизайн я вижу серым,
Разлейся акварелью яркой вера,
И я пойду уверенно в туман.

I am Making My Way

More poetry by Margarita Kolomiytseva

I am making my way to You in the dark through a thicket of fear,

A torn spirit in blood — Your grace will heal.

I will fall into your good hands with hope. In a big way

I will fall into Your glorious will and be silent.

I'm making my way to You in the dark through the thicket of death,

You are stronger than death, you are more reliable than a thousand years.

Your divine finger in the sand draws its designs

And at some point it will usher you with triumphant into the never-ending light.

I'm making my way to You through a thicket of dark anxiety.

I know You without fail will turn on all the stars of heaven,

To light the way; and the soul will rest in God,

Once again so clearly seeing Golgotha's saving Cross.

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Продираюсь к Тебе в темноте через заросли страха,
В кровь разодранный дух уврачует Твоя благодать.
Упаду в Твои руки благие с надеждой. С размахом
Упаду в Твою дивную волю и буду молчать.

Продираюсь к Тебе в темноте через заросли смерти,
Ты сильнее чем смерть, Ты надёжней чем тысяча лет.
Твой божественный перст на песке Свои замыслы чертит
И однажды введёт с торжеством в нескончаемый свет.


Продираюсь к Тебе через заросли темной тревоги.
Знаю, Ты обязательно включишь все звезды небес,
Чтобы путь осветить; и душа успокоится в Боге,
Вновь так ясно увидев Голгофский спасающий крест.

Осень — Autumn

Поэт (Lyricist):  Галина Александровна Везикова
Композитор (Composer):  Л. Белоцкая
Обработка (Arranger): V. Aficiuc
Other info and sheet music found here.

    

Вот опять наступила осень.
Vot opyat' nastupila osen'.
Here again has tread autumn.

Листья счастья по свету ищут.
List'ya schast'ya po svetu ishchut.
Leaves [of] happiness through [the] light look for.

Дождь слёзливо  о чём-то просит,
Dozhd' slyozlivo o chom-to prosit,
Rain tearfully for something pleads,

Словно нищий.
Slovno nishchiy.
As if [a] beggar.

Припев:
И с прощальным напевом птицы
I s proshchal'nym napevom ptitsy
And with parting song [of a] bird

Улетают вдогонку лету,
Uletayut vdogonku letu,
Fly after (persuit of) summer,

И куда-то душа стремится,
I kuda-to dusha stremitsya,
And somewhere [the] soul strives,

Словно птица тоскуя в клетке.
Slovno ptitsa toskuya v kletke.
As if bird yearning in [a] cage.

От унылых дождей ненастных
Ot unylykh dozhdey nenastnykh
From dismal/dreary rains inclement

И от ветров тревожных песен
I ot vetrov trevozhnykh pesen
And from wind's distressing songs

Так хотелось бы вдруг попасть мне
Tak khotelos' by vdrug popast' mne
So [I] want would suddenly to get me

В край небесный.
V kray nebesnyy.
To country heavenly.

В том краю нет скорбей, тревоги,
V tom krayu net skorbey, trevogi,
In that land no worries, alarms,

Там Спаситель нас ждёт с любовью,
Tam Spasitel' nas zhdot s lyubov'yu,
There [the] Savior [for] us waits with love,

Освятив путь земной дороги
Osvyativ put' zemnoy dorogi
Sanctifying [the] way [of] earth's road

Своей кровью.
Svoyey krov'yu.
[by] His blood.

Припев:
Там не будет прощальных песен,
Tam ne budet proshchal'nykh pesen,
There no will be parting songs,

Позабудет душа печали
Pozabudet dusha pechali
[They] will forget [the] soul's sorrow

И со всеми святыми вместе
I so vsemi svyatymi vmeste
A with all the saints together

Иисуса Христа прославим.
Iisusa Khrista proslavim.
Jesus Christ [we] will praise.

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Here again has Autumn tread.
Leaves of happiness search for light.
Rain tearfully asked for something,
like a beggar.

Chorus:
And with a parting song of a bird
Fly away in pursuit of summer,
And somewhere the soul strives
As if a bird yearning a a cage.

From deary, inclement rains
And from the wind's distressing songs,
So would I long to get me
To the Heavenly country.

In that land there are no worries, no alarms,
There the Savior waits for us with love,
Sanctifying the earthly road
By His blood.

Chorus:
There will be no parting songs,
There they will forget the soul's sorrows
And with all the saints together
Jesus Christ we will praise.