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Secrets silence

April 18, 2016

Mihran Kalaydjian Beethoven’s 5 Secrets silence

“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”

“Ludwig van Beethoven”

Waiting For The Miracle To Come

April 12, 2016

Paintings – Carri Graber
Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting night and day.
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I’m up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don’t believe you’d like it,
You wouldn’t like it here.
There ain’t no entertainment
and the judgments are severe.
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do.
I haven’t been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you’ve been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you’ve got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let’s get married,
we’ve been alone too long.
Let’s be alone together.
Let’s see if we’re that strong.
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we’re waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do …

When you’ve fallen on the highway
and you’re lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you’re doing
of course you’ll say you can’t complain —
If you’re squeezed for information,
that’s when you’ve got to play it dumb:
You just say you’re out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

You are / Tu es……Tchinares

March 15, 2016

You are slender.

Tall and slender like a poplar tree, do not bend under the force of the wind. All the doors are open, I’m standing in my garden with my feet soaked in dew, looking at you – and I say to myself: “Beloved, please stay with me forever, because life without you is impossible for me.”

Tchinares… Eres esbelto.

Alto y esbelto como un álamo, que no se inclina ante la fuerza del viento. Todas las puertas están abiertas, estoy parado en mi jardín con los pies empapados de rocío, mirando hacia ti, me digo a mí mismo:

“Querida, por favor quédate conmigo para siempre, porque la vida sin ti es imposible.”

..je te regarde en me disant: ” ma bien aimee, restes toujours a mes cotes car la vie sans toi est impossible ”

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One of the musical instrument accompanied is called ” Duduk ”

The duduk (doo-dook;^[1] Armenian: դուդուկ) is an ancient double-reed woodwind flute made of apricot wood. It is indigenous to Armenia. It is commonly played in pairs: while the first player plays the song, the second plays a stready drone, and the sound of the two instruments together creates a richer, more haunting sound.

The unflattened reed and cylindrical body produce a sound closer to a clarinet than to more commonly known double-reeds. Unlike other double reed instruments like theoboe or shawm, the duduk has a very large reed proportional to its size. UNESCO proclaimed the Armenian duduk and its music as a Masterpiece of the Intangible Heritage of Humanity in 2005 and inscribed it in 2008. Duduk music has been used in a number of films, most notably in The Russia House and Gladiator.

I choose to colour my Heart

March 6, 2016

” Mihran Kalaydjian Singing I choose to colour my Heart “

Written by Geetha Balvannanathan Prodhom
Lyrics “ I choose to colour my Heart “
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

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Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

“””””””””””””
Life, sum of paces
Strides within shadows’ echoes
Upon fears rebuilt

The good and the bad
Sum into a single breath
I softly release

“”””””””””””””””””””
Tireless the rants
We could voice against life’s pains
That soul would abhor

Mind knows though stillness
Through written word exudes hurt
Cleansing appeases

Delving into fray
Wolves will devour me never
Your light I will heed

Swim into my shores
Plunge from my hills forever
Your love in me seed

When darkness befalls
Chilling all hearts with fear’s pangs
We remain Love’s creed

Every waking hour
I choose to colour my Heart
Emblems of your needs

“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

February 24, 2016

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow –
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone?_
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand –
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!

О God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
О God! can I not save
_One from_ the pitiless wave?
Is _all_ that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

(1827-1849)

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February 6, 2016

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I am waiting for you…

December 31, 2015

I am waiting for you…
I know you do not come,
they can not come,
But why is it seems to me that you’re coming.
I am waiting for you.
Not something you do not expect.
I once,

Only next time you feel one,
and just drink coffee with you
I want to speak a few words with you.
It seems to me that you’re leaving everything in one day, suddenly, he’s come up and come with me.
I like the words of an expensive,
I hear it from your mouth,
but now they are vague in my memory as the candle on the table,
Recent attempts to reach a life. Sirud memories are like the candles.
do not want to pay,

I want to ignite,
Want to give a light to my heart, mind, my life path.
I’m waiting … waiting for me,
to tell you all,
After you what happened to me,
But something happened to me really.
I passed through storms,
Very often escaped being strangled,
And now, thank God, I have been peaceful.
Come to tell araspels …

Do you know what my condition now,
I am very calm
I like a lot and then becalmed sea storm. I’m on vacation.
I threw everything aside vast,
I release all my soul bridles,
I gave liberty emotions,
unrestrained emotion pouring out.

I’m waiting for you … I know you want to, but I can not … but anyway,

I am waiting for you…

My Only Mother

December 6, 2015

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing My Mother

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfMWgKHjm9o

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing My Mother

Lyrics “ My Mother ”
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Song by Arelette Grigoryan
Arrangement by Kevork Zhamkochian
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Mino Element Band Members

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The most expensive
For me, my mother only,
Christmas at my mom is priceless.
-Kez I love, my dear mother.

And no matter how many years pass,
For me, this world
Is not just a woman,
We become like your looks.

I will love you forever.
My life,
I remember your words correctly;
Your sleepless nights,

Khratnerd ambiguous,
That gives us always,
May your future life.
You just do not see sorrow.

May your future life
Be beautiful spring like,
You will stay in my heart.
My whole life, my gentle mother.

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I Miss You

October 10, 2015

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing I Miss You

Lyrics “ I Miss You”
Written by Marl Hazou & Arelette Demerjian
Arrangement & Mix: Edward Khoury
Violin: Seto Najarian
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Moon dim reflection, eye, eye,
Desperate to hang onto your smile, desperate to end, desperate to end I leave you my love and leave,
My heart goes up in a fresh wound,
And my love for a broken branch, a branch like a broken branch
Swaying in the autumn wind, autumn wind, autumn wind.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Let wound pain, it hurt the tree.
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
The stars are chrel our eyes and look on in amazement,
Do not kill, do not kill your love,
You will not have a second.
I leave you my love and leave,
My heart goes up in a fresh wound,
And my love for a broken branch, a branch like a broken branch
Swaying in the autumn wind, autumn wind, autumn wind.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Let wound pain, it hurt the tree.
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
The stars are chrel our eyes and look on in amazement,
Do not kill, do not kill your love,
You will not have a second.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain

Kiss your hand woman

October 5, 2015

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Lyrics “Kiss your hand woman ”
Written by Marl Hazou
Arrangement & Mix: Edward Khoury
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Kiss, woman, your hand
Always working
Both small and flower
Kiss, woman, thy hand.

As a wing that flew
He tired tireless
Let rest Quiet
As a wing which flew.

Children sleep in their nest
Innocent them were sleeping, Mom,
All carefree and fearless
Children sleep in their nest.

And with your hand here,
On a light cushion
Alintătoare and gentle
And with your hand here.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.

Kiss, woman, eyes
The tear and spark,
The king and zee,
Kiss, woman, eyes.

Kiss, good, your word
With clarity springs
The spell of the rising sun,
Kiss, woman, your word.

Kiss your hair beautiful,
Unbeatable as rye,
When a wind-nfioară evening
Kiss and your hair beautiful.

And fall, baby, knees
And I kiss the foot
It’s suffering and hurt
And fall, baby, knees.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.