Das Mittwochslied

 

Heute gleich zwei - aktuell zur Saison ;)

 (die Mohnblüten aus meinem vorigen Post wurden gestern auch schon wieder abgemäht)

Poppies

 

 

 

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If I had wings

 

 

 Canticum Funebris was a German Dark Wave Band.

They made only this one album in 1994.

Last week we had full moon and every full moon I remember, 

as I bought this album and heard this song first one:

my room was dark and the full moon was shining into my window

as the only light...  

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Sonntagsmatinee

 

Otava Jo (mal wieder) mit Sergej Starostin  - "Tief"

лубоко, глубоко

В колодези вода

Глубоко, глубоко

Под землею руда

Глубже того мое горе

Глубже того мои скорби

Глубже того

 

Широко, широко

Разлилась река

Широко, широко

Разбрелись луга

Широко, широко

Разлеглись поля

Шире того свет благодати

 

Далеко, далеко

Убежал мой конь

Далеко, далеко

Ускакал мой конь

Далеко, далеко

Не догнать его

Далеко, далеко

Не поймать его

Дальше того моя печаль

Дальше того моя тоска

Дальше того

 

Высоко, высоко

Улетел сокол

Высоко, высоко

Залетел сокол

Высоко, высоко

Поднялся сокол

Высоко, за облака

Улетел сокол

Высоко

Выше того моя радость

Выше того моя любовь

Выше того

https://lyricstranslate.com

 Tief, tief ist das Wasser im Brunnen

Tief, tief liegt das Erz unter der Erde

Tiefer noch ist mein Kummer

Tiefer noch ist mein Leid

Tiefer noch

Breit, breit dehnt sich der Strom

Breit breit liegen die Wiesen, dehnen sich Felder

Breiter noch scheint das Licht der Gnade

Breiter noch

Weit, weit lief mein Pferd hinauus

Weit weit galoppierte es davon

Weit weit - fang es nicht ein.W

Weiter noch reicht meine Traurigkeit

Weiter noch reicht meine Sehnsucht

Weiter noch

Hoch hoch flog der Falke auf

Hoch hoch, zog er davon

Hoch hoch erhob er sich über die Wolken

Hoch hoch flog er davon

Höher noch ist meine Freude

Höher noch ist meine Liebe

Höher noch

(eigene Übersetzung)

*

Deep, deep
Underground ore
Deep, deep
Underground ore deep

Deep, deep
In the well water
Deep, deep
In the pit of the deep water

Something deeper my grief,
Something deeper...
Something deeper my sorrow,
Something deeper...

Widely, widely
Spill the river
Widely, widely
Sprawling meadows widely

Widely, widely
Scattered field
Widely, widely
Scattered field is widely

Wider than the light of grace,
Wider than the...
Wider than the my happiness,
Wider than the...

Far, far away
Run away my horse
Far, far away,
Rode my horse away

Far, far away,
Do not catch up with him,
Far, far away,
Don't catch him, far away

Beyond that my sadness,
Further than that...
Beyond that my longing,
Further than that...

High, high
The Falcon flew,
High, high
Rose Falcon high

High, high
The hawk flew away,
High in the clouds,
Rose Falcon high

Above that, my love,
Above the...
Above that,my joy,
Above the...

above the... 

 

(found here)

 

Es gibt ihn also doch!

 

Nein, nicht den 35. Mai - das ist nur ein Buch von Erich Kästner.

Aber der 35. Juni war offenbar gestern.

Zumindest wurde mir dies so auf meiner Schwimmbadkarte dokumentiert.

Freitagsrosen

 

 

Ich habe nur selten Blumen im Haus.

Welche zu kaufen, ist bei mir wirklich nicht drin

und die im Garten lasse ich lieber ungestört blühen und erfreue mich drauszen daran.

Abschneiden mag ich sie nicht.

Nun hat aber das Unwetter einen groszen Zweig von der Kletterrose

heruntergerissen und so rettete ich einige Blütenbüschel davon.

 

 

Ich habe sie - einfach so - in zwei Vasen gestellt

ohne besonders Arrangement.

Denn Kletterrosen halten sich sowieso nicht lange in der Vase... 

 

 

Wenn gegen Abend die Sonne ins Küchenfenster scheint,

gibt es schöne Lichtspiele.

 

Die Vasen sind sehr alt: die linke kaufte ich vor ca. 40 Jahren

selbst auf einem Töpfermarkt und die rechte ist noch viel älter:

ein Erbstück meiner Oma.

Sie mochte diese Vase ganz besonders und ich hab als Kind

das tiefe Blau und das graphische Dekor auch schon bewundert

und so habe ich sie in Ehren gehalten.

Sie stand damals meist in der Ecke ihres Werkstattfensters.

Jeder der beiden hatte ein Fenster für sich...

Die Blüten konkurrieren nun mit all dem Weisz da drauszen auf dem Hof.

Auch die Deutzie (von mir gepflanzt und dafür das langweilige

Backsteinpflaster seinerzeit aufgebrochen) steht derzeit in voller Blüte.

Ich wünsche alles Leser:innen ein schönes Wochenende

und schicke den Beitrag zu Friday Flowerday und Friday Bliss.

Das Mittwochslied

 

sToa - eine kaum bekannte deutsche Neoklassik-Band 

 

Summer time

 

We can do anything
we want today.
Look how beautiful it is.

 

- storypeople -  

 

 

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Gartenwonne

Иванушка-рачек - Ivan the crayfish

 

 

 

* 

Иванушка-рачек

по бережку лазя,

Рыбку хватая,

Ульянушке носит..

Ульянушка-середцем

Ест рыбку с перецем..

Сидит барин на току,

Кричит барин "Засеку"..

 

У три сахи пашут,

Четвертая борона

Её мать продала,

Не дорого узяла..

Тяпку, лопатку,

Курочку хохлатку..

Курочка хохлатка

Сидит на поличке..

 

Курочка хохлатка

Сидит на поличке..

Сидит на поличке

Считая яички..

раз, два, три, четыре,

Меня грамоте учили..

Ни читать, ни писать

Только в куколки играть..

 

Я куколку разорил а

Меня маменька побила

Паап паап на свинье

Балалайка на стене

Балалаечка упала

Свинье по горбу попала

А папаше по спине

Чтоб не ездил на свинье

 

*

Ivanushka - the dear Crayfish

along the river bank, was crawling.

To catch some fish

For Ul'jynushka's smile rejoicing

 

Ul'jyanushka with her lucky heart

Eats the peppered crayfish part.

 

In the barn the farm -lord stands,

bawls at his men:

"I'll beat you to the death"

 

Three wooden plow

ploughed up meadow.

The fourth one was a Harrow

Mother sold it for a price low,

A hoe, a shovel,

And a fluffy fowl.

 

A fluffy hen

sits on a perch,

counts eggs herself.

"One, two, three, four...

"Where are the more?

 

I can not read, I can not write.

Only dolls can lullaby.

 

My doll.

I have her all disemboweled,

The heavy my Mom's hand made me rewarded...

.

Dad, dad sits on a hog

Balalaika - on a wall.

Balalaika has fell down

The hog's back has bent round.

All the hens away were flown

 

And my father's his wide back

Has been hacked

with Mummy's hand.

For next time him not to ride.

After drinking much the vine.

https://lyricstranslate.com

Ivan the Crayfish’s

crawling along the bank

Catches a fish

and brings it to little Ul'yan

Little Ul'yan

wolfs down the peppered fish

The landlord sits in the barnyard

and screams "I'll whip you!"

 

They work their fingers to the bone

With a wooden plough and harrow

Mother sold the latter

Didn’t ask much for it

A hoe, a shovel

And a hen

And a hen

It sits on its roost

 

(INTERLUDE)

 

A hen

It sits on its roost

It sits on its roost

Counting its eggs

One, two, three, four

They taught me how to count

But not to read or write

I had to play with dolls

 

I broke one of my dolls

Mummy gave me a spanking

Dad, dad hit me on the back

Balalaika on the wall

Down the balalaika fell

And hit the pig on its hump

And then dad on his back

So he won’t be riding a pig anymore

https://lyricstranslate.com

van the Crayfish’s

crawling along the bank

Catches a fish

and brings it to little Ul'yan

Little Ul'yan

wolfs down the peppered fish

The landlord sits in the barnyard

and screams "I'll whip you!"

 

They work their fingers to the bone

With a wooden plough and harrow

Mother sold the latter

Didn’t ask much for it

A hoe, a shovel

And a hen

And a hen

It sits on its roost

 

(INTERLUDE)

 

A hen

It sits on its roost

It sits on its roost

Counting its eggs

One, two, three, four

They taught me how to count

But not to read or write

I had to play with dolls

 

I broke one of my dolls

Mummy gave me a spanking

Dad, dad hit me on the back

Balalaika on the wall

Down the balalaika fell

And hit the pig on its hump

And then dad on his back

So he won’t be riding a pig anymore

https://lyricstranslate.com

Ivan the Crayfish’s crawling along the bank

 Catches a fish and brings it to little Ul'yan

 Little Ul'yan wolfs down the peppered fish 

The landlord sits in the barnyard and screams

 "I'll whip you!"

 They work their fingers to the bone 

With a wooden plough and harrow 

Mother sold the latter 

Didn’t ask much for it 

A hoe, a shovel 

And a hen It sits on its roost 

Counting its eggs 

One, two, three, four 

They taught me how to count 

But not to read or write 

I had to play with dolls 

I broke one of my dolls

 Mummy gave me a spanking 

Dad, dad hit me on the back 

Balalaika on the wall 

Down the balalaika fell 

And hit the pig on its hump 

And then dad on his back 

So he won’t be riding a pig anymore

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Sonntagsmatinee

 

Zu Mittsommer Tautumeitas aus Lettland

Zitat  von youtube: 

Jāņu nakts ir dabas ziedēšanas laiks. Šai naktij piemīt spēcīga auglīgā enerģija, 

kas virmo gan gaisā, gan cilvēkos.

 Šajā naktī iespējams izmainīt apziņu, ejot spīganās/raganās.

 

*

 

das meint google-Translator

(ich selbst kann das nicht übersetzen):

 

Die Mittsommernacht ist eine Zeit der natürlichen Blüte. 

Diese Nacht hat eine starke fruchtbare Energie, 

die sowohl in der Luft als auch in den Menschen vibriert. In dieser Nacht ist es möglich, 

das Bewusstsein zu ändern, indem man in den Hexen / Hexen spazieren geht. 

Lavender

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20 Dinge, die ich an diesem Juni mag

 

 

1. Die ersten Rosen

2. Warme Tage und noch kühle Nächte 

3. Wäsche, die schnell trocknet

 

 

 

4. Anbaden. Die Morgen im Schwimmbad. Bahnen ziehen. Endlich!

5. Outdoor Mahlzeiten

6. Margariten

 

 

7. Lesestündchen im Liegestuhl. Mit Katze.

8. Die Sommerkleider nach vorn holen (anprobieren, was davon noch paszt)

9. Alliumblüte.

 

10. Fallende Inzidenzwerte

11. Die Hoffnung, endlich wieder ohne Maske und mit meinem eigenen 

Tragekorb einkaufen zu dürfen, ohne diese horriblen Einkaufswagen.

12. Das erste Eis des Jahres kosten. 

13. Die HSB, die endlich wieder fährt.

 

 

14. Schatten unter Bäumen suchen.

15. Ganz viel Grün nach ergiebigem Regen.

16. Drauszen leben. 

17. Langes Tageslicht.

18. Morgentau

19. Pappelwolle (auf dem Wasser)

20. Endlich Sommerzeit!

 

 

*

20 things I like in this june

1. The first roses 

 2. Warm days and still cool nights 

 3. Laundry that dries quickly

 

 

 

4. Bathing. The mornings in the public swimming pool. 

5. Outdoor meals 

 6. Margarites  

 

 

 

7. Reading hours in a deck chair. With a cat. 

 8. Taking the summer clothes out (and trying on what still fits)  

9. Allium flower. 

 

 

 

10. Falling incidence values 

 11. The hope of finally again shopping foods without a mask and 

with my own basket and no more with those horrible shopping carts. 

 12. Taste the first ice cream of this year. 

13. The narrow gauge railway, what finally runs again.

 

 

 

14. Look for shade under trees.  

15. Lots of green after a big rain. 

16. Living outside. 

17. Long daylight. 

 

18. Morning dew.

 19. Poplar wool (on the water)

20. Finally summertime! 

 

 

 

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Das Mittwochslied

 

Heute ein Rap-Duo aus Kalinfornien

 People in Oakland, Oakland
See I'm riding higher and higher
Kinda broke so ya know all I got's five, I got five

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm-a steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it but it ain't enough on it
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Nevertheless I'm hella fresh, rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass it across the table like ping pong, I'm gone
Beating my chest like King Kong
It's on wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to getting another stogie fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before it's history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bong back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

[Hook:]
I got five on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing with that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it
Partner lets go half on a sack

[Verse 2: Numskull]
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up 'till the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bro
Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you better bring your own spliff, chief
What's up, don't babysit that better pass the joint
Stop hitting cause you know you got asthma
Crack a 40 open homie
And guzzle it, cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro
And every time we with Chris that fool rolling up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Numskull]
Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face, so let's head to the east
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indoe
I'm in the 'land getting smoked wit my kinfolk

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down up in the O-A-K the Town
Homies don't play around we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, cause where I be we need half like um-foo-foo

[Hook]

 

Writer(s): Denzil Foster, Jay A King, Garrick Husbands, Donald Boyce, Robert Mickens, Richard Westfield, M. Marshall, Jerold Ellis, George Brown, Dennis Thomas, Robert Bell, Claydes Smith, Ronald Bell, Anthony D

 

Text hier gefunden

 

Eine Übersetzung lasse ich lieber weg, 

aber irgendwie mochte ich das immer, habs oft stundenlang gehört

Focus

 

 

not quite sure she'll get over how easy it is to fly
once you're not wasting all that time wondering
if it's even possible

- Kay Skye - 

 

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