Ein Stern im Advent

 

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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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Ein Stern im Advent

 

 

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!

Real Treasure

 

 

 We went in search of treasure, 

but found that the real treasure was waiting for us

 when we got back home. 

 

- storypeople -  

 

 

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I Riden Så - Ye Ride So Carefully -

 

 

 

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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 Owlin on Sun, 01/04/2012 - 09:33

Added in reply to request by Tequilasunrise

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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I riden så

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Chinese 马列托主义者

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French draumbók

German Jarl Erik

Indonesian Guest

Portuguese Thalyson Teixeira

Spanish stefanmani

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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

 

 

Novemberlove...

 

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Das Mittwochslied

 

 

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 - 

 

 

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Ein Fachwerkhaus im Grünen 

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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