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Ilya Shambat
May 5, 2012, 1:13:19 AM5/5/12
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Moments - Joseph Kobzon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTbPY4rNuLc
Don't see seconds as something beneath
The time will come and you yourself will know this:
Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
The moments, the moments, the moments.
Each moment has its reason and its aim,
Its own ringing bells and its reality,
The moments give to some people their shame,
To some - inglory, to some - immortality
From tiny moments woven is the rain
From sky the common water keeps on pouring
And half your life you stay here and you wait
When it will come into the world, your moment
Large as a water gulp it will arrive -
The gulp of water in the summer scorching sun
And we remember debt we have in life
From moments - the initial to the final one -
Into the years the moments are compressed
The moments are compressed into the centuries
And sometimes I still fail to understand
Which moment is the first, which is the end of them -
Don't see seconds as something beneath
The time will come and you yourself will know this:
Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
The moments, the moments, the moments.
Raspberry - Valentian Legkostupova
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eok0sNbbnUo
You'd remember the fairy tale dream,
Will about you it ever forget,
Raspberry ringing flew through the field,
And shone brightly the raspberry light.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Quietly rustled the enchanted grove,
Just for us in it sang nightingales,
And your lips, so delightful and warm,
Of the ripe and red raspberry smelled.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Give to me as a gift just one word,
Over which do not rule centuries.
And let rush from the luminous dawn
River pouring with ripe raspberries.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Tell Me Birds - Alla Pugacheva
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAKo7wnSopU&feature=related
Tell me, birds, what leads you into sky.
Over me so daringly you fly.
Maybe you fly with such easiness
For you aren't aspiring to success.
For you aren't tormented by the slights
From your flying past, your gorgeous past.
Fully, fly and keep flying,
It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Tell this to me birds, time has arrived,
That our planet - is like fragile glass.
The clean birches, rivers and the fields,
All - more delicate than chandeliers.
Would from every side we soon be hearing
The crystal ringing, the farewell ringing.
Fully, fly and keep flying,
It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Little Noses - Valentian Tolkunova
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQeA8JTraMU&feature=related
Finally, having climbed half the world around,
My small boys are in bed fast asleep
Fast asleep my green-eyed nations, sleep my treasures dirty-faced,
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
So peaceful and good they are while sleeping
In the world there are no better kids
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed.
But tomorrow if you know ahead as to
Into which directions their paths lead
If for them without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
If for them without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
Tiredly over them the clock is beating
Peacefully on earth the children sleep
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
After Gypsy Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX6uxM5anek&feature=related%20
Fuzzy bumblebee on a fragrant ambary
Dances at the edge of the pond
And the gypsy bride for beloved at night
By the kinship of vagrant soul
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead
And together on path, to meet the fates,
Not to guess if to heaven or hell,
Thus we need to go not fearing the road
To the end of the world to the end
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Rendezvous flying into sunrise
Where, tender and quiet, the wave alights
With pink in the morning light
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
In the latitudes north and south
If the waves of the sea warm will be
Ocean wave will fly over us
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTbPY4rNuLc
Don't see seconds as something beneath
The time will come and you yourself will know this:
Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
The moments, the moments, the moments.
Each moment has its reason and its aim,
Its own ringing bells and its reality,
The moments give to some people their shame,
To some - inglory, to some - immortality
From tiny moments woven is the rain
From sky the common water keeps on pouring
And half your life you stay here and you wait
When it will come into the world, your moment
Large as a water gulp it will arrive -
The gulp of water in the summer scorching sun
And we remember debt we have in life
From moments - the initial to the final one -
Into the years the moments are compressed
The moments are compressed into the centuries
And sometimes I still fail to understand
Which moment is the first, which is the end of them -
Don't see seconds as something beneath
The time will come and you yourself will know this:
Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
The moments, the moments, the moments.
Raspberry - Valentian Legkostupova
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eok0sNbbnUo
You'd remember the fairy tale dream,
Will about you it ever forget,
Raspberry ringing flew through the field,
And shone brightly the raspberry light.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Quietly rustled the enchanted grove,
Just for us in it sang nightingales,
And your lips, so delightful and warm,
Of the ripe and red raspberry smelled.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Give to me as a gift just one word,
Over which do not rule centuries.
And let rush from the luminous dawn
River pouring with ripe raspberries.
Raspberry the berry lured us to its lair,
Raspberry the berry in the summer called us,
How had shimmered all these sparks upon the sunrise
And how sweet the raspberry was.
Tell Me Birds - Alla Pugacheva
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAKo7wnSopU&feature=related
Tell me, birds, what leads you into sky.
Over me so daringly you fly.
Maybe you fly with such easiness
For you aren't aspiring to success.
For you aren't tormented by the slights
From your flying past, your gorgeous past.
Fully, fly and keep flying,
It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Tell this to me birds, time has arrived,
That our planet - is like fragile glass.
The clean birches, rivers and the fields,
All - more delicate than chandeliers.
Would from every side we soon be hearing
The crystal ringing, the farewell ringing.
Fully, fly and keep flying,
It is midnight, in the zenith sun stands.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Verse by verse to the whole planet
Give away this song I'm singing
And the sun showers' silver threads.
Little Noses - Valentian Tolkunova
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQeA8JTraMU&feature=related
Finally, having climbed half the world around,
My small boys are in bed fast asleep
Fast asleep my green-eyed nations, sleep my treasures dirty-faced,
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
So peaceful and good they are while sleeping
In the world there are no better kids
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed.
But tomorrow if you know ahead as to
Into which directions their paths lead
If for them without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
If for them without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
Tiredly over them the clock is beating
Peacefully on earth the children sleep
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
After Gypsy Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX6uxM5anek&feature=related%20
Fuzzy bumblebee on a fragrant ambary
Dances at the edge of the pond
And the gypsy bride for beloved at night
By the kinship of vagrant soul
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead
And together on path, to meet the fates,
Not to guess if to heaven or hell,
Thus we need to go not fearing the road
To the end of the world to the end
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Rendezvous flying into sunrise
Where, tender and quiet, the wave alights
With pink in the morning light
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
In the latitudes north and south
If the waves of the sea warm will be
Ocean wave will fly over us
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead.
Bret Cahill
May 5, 2012, 3:43:42 AM5/5/12
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modest or great or good or evil, is _already_ almost over?
Bret Cahill
Bret Cahill
May 5, 2012, 3:57:05 AM5/5/12
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would have no real freedom to do anything that actually makes a
difference.
You seem like a healthy person but your only purpose from now on isn't
much different than a fossil. You are from now on forever part of a
bad museum that bores little kids.
And is there any greater evil than boring little kids?
Bret Cahill
Ilya Shambat
May 5, 2012, 10:32:48 PM5/5/12
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I found, upon re-reading in adulthood the works that I'd read as a
child in school, that I was getting a lot more out of it.
When one is a child one can't really relate to what's written or
understand what's written; in adulthood one does.
Bret Cahill
May 6, 2012, 12:40:36 AM5/6/12
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Bret Cahill
tooly
May 6, 2012, 5:54:02 AM5/6/12
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>
> - Show quoted text -
There is a greater evil. How about being a boring political hack?
tooly
May 6, 2012, 6:09:02 AM5/6/12
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On May 5, 1:13 am, Ilya Shambat <ibsham...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Moments - Joseph Kobzon
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTbPY4rNuLc
>
> Don't see seconds as something beneath
> The time will come and you yourself will know this:
> Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
> The moments, the moments, the moments.
>
> Each moment has its reason and its aim,
> Its own ringing bells and its reality,
> The moments give to some people their shame,
> To some - inglory, to some - immortality
With 7 billion of us...hard to find a significant moment except with
> Moments - Joseph Kobzon
>
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTbPY4rNuLc
>
> Don't see seconds as something beneath
> The time will come and you yourself will know this:
> Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
> The moments, the moments, the moments.
>
> Each moment has its reason and its aim,
> Its own ringing bells and its reality,
> The moments give to some people their shame,
> To some - inglory, to some - immortality
loved ones.
>
> From tiny moments woven is the rain
> From sky the common water keeps on pouring
> And half your life you stay here and you wait
> When it will come into the world, your moment
>
> Large as a water gulp it will arrive -
> The gulp of water in the summer scorching sun
> And we remember debt we have in life
> From moments - the initial to the final one -
Except for one thing...this mysteriousness we call love. Once having
fed
from it's trough...well, it changes you, and even makes Sir Fred a
believer [likely anyway], ha.
>
> Into the years the moments are compressed
> The moments are compressed into the centuries
> And sometimes I still fail to understand
> Which moment is the first, which is the end of them -
'moments'...strung together, each NEW moment, erradicating the
significanse of the last. There was the old decrepid fella how used
to sit by the laundry room at an apartment complex.
He was old and shriveled, and one paid him no mind, until one day I
struck up a conversation. This deteriating lump of an organic stick
as fought in the Battle of Britain as a Hurrican Pilot [Canadian
pilot]. Later, he had become a top administrator with the Kodak
company [some department they had anyway]. His glorius moment had
come...and gone, and now he was this shriveled upon old man, wasting
away in the sun, nearly dead.
Ever see an old wrinkled woman, and then see her high school
graduation photo, and realize, that once upon a time, this bent over
apple granny, was a beautiful woman, who launched the hearts of men?
I think it is fortunate, the person who can aggregate the moments of
any life before them and realize the primal force of their integrity
when at optimum. At this point, the viewer then transforms all ugly
old fat women into homecoming queens...and the bounty is realized.
>
> Don't see seconds as something beneath
> The time will come and you yourself will know this:
> Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
> The moments, the moments, the moments.
thing we call love. Just emotion I suppose. But also,
meaning to live for.
jonathan
May 6, 2012, 6:32:55 AM5/6/12
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"Ilya Shambat" <ibsh...@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:531ae94b-c478-4b9e...@h4g2000pbe.googlegroups.com...
group stuck in my ear! Or in my eye, not sure~
Via Gra Popytka Nomer 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yB93BsSY9Gc&feature=related
Boyfriend Number 5
That many, I haven't love
Got tired of the Second, the Third I forgot
The Forth got lost on a Tuesday
Can't remember much of my First
But my Fifth he's not the same at all
Such as snow I melt in his arms
With a warm river I'm flowing
Into heavens!
And I forgave him, I forgave
Again, again and again
Oh how exhausted I'm getting
With my attempt number five
And I forgave him, I forgave
So in vain, it seems
And suffering, I'm now from it
Loosing my freedom
Teary-eyed, girlfriends were asking
"Alyona, save yourself before it's too late!"
"Keep yourself from him at distance!"
So sadly was telling me my girlfriend Masha
But my Fifth he's not the same at all
Such as snow I melt in his arms
With a warm river I'm flowing
Into heavens!
And I forgave him, I forgave
Again, again and again
Oh how exhausted I'm getting
With my attempt number five
And I forgave him, I forgave
So in vain, it seems
And suffering, I'm now from it
Loosing my freedom
...repeats
Nu Virgos Stop
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNu9hMs3chA
Stop! Stop! Stop!
No I didn't trust him
But he rushed me to feel
Tried me mesmerize to me
With his all sex appeal
Told me everything
That I was longing to hear
Shine and handsome
My souvenir
And then all of sudden
I have fallen in love
He would put me down
But I'll still place him above
Tired of searching for the love
That still lives in him
Given my everything
Like a souvenir
Given up my heart
In the name of the memory
Fallen down like rain
He could feel every drop
Now I know have
Have the courage to tell him
Tell him to stop!stop!stop!
....repeats
s
Ilya Shambat
Jun 5, 2012, 1:01:32 AM6/5/12
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is still alive at 95 and fully conscious.
Someone I know was telling me that he was getting "long in the tooth,"
I responded that old age happens to everyone except the people who die
young.
> > Don't see seconds as something beneath
> > The time will come and you yourself will know this:
> > Like bullets by the temple they all whizz -
> > The moments, the moments, the moments.
>
> Life is still a jip for the most part. Except for this mysteroius
> thing we call love. Just emotion I suppose. But also,
> meaning to live for.
I can think of any number of meanings to live for, and people should
be able to choose which one.
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