Samstag, 4. Dezember 2021

Ein Stern im Advent

 

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Freitag, 3. Dezember 2021

Advent in Aluminium

 


Aluminium scheint ja derzeit sehr in Mode,
aber kein Aluhut, nur ein Alu-Adventskranz ist es bei mir diesjahr... 
 

 Und dazu paszt dann auch die kleine Alu-Vase,
die sonst immer unbeachtet - mit Trockenblumen - 
auf dem Küchenbord steht



Einen Stengel Johanniskraut habe ich gekauft,
das Grün ist aus dem Garten, mal ganz klassisch
Advent in Rot und Grün.
 

 

Solche schmalen Vasen sind ein Risiko,
wenn die Katze zum Fenster hereinkommt  und über den Tisch spaziert...
aber ich hab es mal gewagt.
Durch die Katze sind mir ohnehin fast sämtliche früheren Dekoplätze
verloren gegangen...aber auf sie verzichten möchte ich denn auch nie mehr.

Ich wünsche Euch eine schöne Adventszeit
und teile wieder mit Helga-Holunderblütchen und Riitta von Friday Bliss

Ein Stück Himmel - кусочек неба -

 


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Donnerstag, 2. Dezember 2021

Mittwoch, 1. Dezember 2021

Kalender und Mittwochslied

 

 


 Die Musik dazu kommt von einer Band aus Archangelsk,
unter Verwendung eines Gedichtes von Rilke:
Moon far away - "Dezember der Zeiten"


 
 Damit wünsche ich allen Leser:innen einen guten Dezember
und eine schöne Weihnachtszeit - bleibt gesund!

Dienstag, 30. November 2021

Real Treasure

 


 

 We went in search of treasure, 
but found that the real treasure was waiting for us
 when we got back home. 
 
- storypeople -  
 











 

Montag, 29. November 2021

I Riden Så - Ye Ride So Carefully -

 


 

 

(image fom pixabay)



Gjallarhorn - A Finnish band
 
 

 
 English lyrics here
 
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Oh Silibrand rode up to the top of the mound,
(All under the lime tree so green.)
There he got to see his daughter going in the grove.
(You ride so carefully through the grove with her.)
 
Oh woe is me, woe is me, what do I see.
I see my daughter, she's coming to me.
 
Oh, Silibrand spreads out his cape so blue,
There she gave birth to twin sons.
 
To my father I will give my grey steed,
Which he will ride to the church upon.
 
To my sister I will give my seven gold rings,
That I haven't worn since I was a bride.
 
To my brother I will give my small gloves,
That he will carry with him wherever he goes.
 
One child they took to Freya's christening,
The other one they took to the hall of Valhalla.
 
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Submitted by OwlinOwlin on Sun, 01/04/2012 - 09:33
Added in reply to request by TequilasunriseTequilasunrise
Author's comments:

Since many of these words in the song are very old and aren't used in the Swedish language anymore, it's very difficult to translate. But I did my best, if anyone knows a better translation to some of them, please tell me, it'd be a great help.

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Comments
hunhxchunhxc    Wed, 04/04/2018 - 00:32

One question: what makes "i riden" 2nd person singular?

NuggetPlsNuggetPls    Thu, 27/12/2018 - 01:51

One thing I noticed is your translation of loftesvala which I realize would be pretty hard to properly translate in english but is in fact a specific part of a specific kind of house (loftsbod) and not a mound. Is this intentional?

AzrealAzreal    Wed, 12/05/2021 - 00:12

So a father watched his daughter give birth to twins one of which died with her and he went to a sacred place to Bury her...geez

Read about music throughout history
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/i-riden-sa-you-ride-so.html

Sonntag, 28. November 2021

Sonntagsmatinee

 

Advent - heute beginnt die Vorbereitung auf SEINE Ankunft.
Ich bin wahrhaftig keien Freundin von Weihnachtsliedergedudel,
aber dieses rumänische Weihnachtslied mag ich einfach.
 
"La Viflaim, colo n jos"
 
Kleine Einstimmung in eine schöne Adventstzeit.
 

Dasselbe, etwas unkonventioneller
 

Wer es lieber rockig mag: Domnezeu
 

 

Samstag, 27. November 2021

Mittwoch, 24. November 2021

Dienstag, 23. November 2021

Crossroads

 


 We are getting to that point
where eighter we will need to change our ways,
or I am going to need another cookie 

- storypeople - 
 











 

Montag, 22. November 2021

Our mother the mountain









My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple
All through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting she stands 'neath my window
And the sun will rise soon
On the false and the fair

She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
Her skin fits her tightly
And her lips do not lie
She silently slips from her throat a medallion
Slowly she twirls it
In front of my eyes

I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
The satin she's wearin'
Is shimmering blue
Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
My dogs have gone hunting
The howling is through

So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns to poison
And her hair turns to splinters,
And her flesh turns to brine
She leaps cross the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born
Will surely be blind

She throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
She's parted her lips
But she makes not a sound
I fly down the stairway, and I run to the garden
No trace of my true love
Is there to be found

So walk these hills lightly, and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain
I swear that it's true
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress made of satin

 
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