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I Know What It is To Be Young

August 22, 2016

I Know What It is To Be Young / Orson Welles

When we are young age has no meaning
I never gave it a second thought
until one day along came this old man
and this is what he said to me
and this is what he said to me

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old
someday, you’ll be saying the same thing
time takes away so the story is told

I’ve asked so many questions
to the wise men i’ve met
couldn’t find all the answers
no one has as yet.
There’ll be days to remember
full of laughter and tears
after summer, comes winter and so go the years
So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

I know what it is to be young
but you,you don’t know what it is to be old

So my friend..
lets make music together
I’ll play the old while you sing me the new
In time when your young days are over
there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

there’ll be some one sharing their time with you

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.

To the Children

March 20, 2016

To you, the children…may you grow wise and strong–strong of heart.

With clarity and purpose may you learn well to care for her on whose back you walk…Mother Earth.

Even now, it is we who learn from you, as we watch you grow.
You forgive so quickly, and you love so unconditionally.

The light of spirit shines so brightly within you.

May you cultivate these things as you grow to become the leaders of tomorrow.

May you learn to live in harmony with one another, that your world may be a world of peace.

I swear – Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2016

I see the questions in your eyes
I know what’s weighin’ on your mind
But you can be sure I know my part
‘Cause I’ll stand beside you through the years
You’ll only cry those happy tears
And though I’ll make mistakes
I’ll never break your heart

I swear
By the moon and the stars in the sky
I’ll be there
I swear
Like a shadow that’s by your side
I’ll be there
For better or worse
Till death do us part
I’ll love you with every beat of my heart
I swear

I’ll give you everything I can
I’ll build your dreams with these two hands
We’ll hang some memories on the wall

And when there’s silver in your hair
Won’t have to ask if I still care
‘Cause as time turns the page
My love won’t age at all

Happy Valentines day to all my followers – You are a haven for my heart and a refuge for my soul, Happy Valentine’s Day!

I beg of you

January 24, 2016

I beg of you not to fear
If people call those ambitious, ambitious simply, and not humble;
Those that are rascals, rascals simply, and not noble;
Those that are distant, distant simply, and not present.

I beg of you don’t ever fear
A frank word that is spoken;
A frank word never kills a person,
It only makes a closed wound open.

If you are a child and you are hungry,
Never fear to cry loudly;
Since if a child never cries loudly,
No one will give it breast feeding.

Never fear to scrub a rusty cup,
Never fear, it will not rotten.
Never fear to write the truth about that which is false,
For in so doing you will not undo that which is false.

I beg of you to do some maths just for a while,
But on condition not to add up the just to be unjust,
But that you divide the unjust with the just;
Not to add up sympathy to sorrow,
But that you divide sympathy with sorrow.

Don’t ever boast around by the question,
But that you be proud with the solution,
With correct open brackets,
The remainder and also the quotient.

I beg of you to be also a little aware of the psycho,
So that if a child with his sad song is mourning his parent’s death,
I beg of you don’t ever stop him simply because his song is not good enough.
I beg of you never to bother me and make me involved
In such questions and ones alike.

Dance me to the end of love ~ Geetha Balvannanathan

January 5, 2016

Dance me to the end of love

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

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

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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

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

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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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The Autumn of our love – Siro Ashun

August 27, 2015

Mihran Kalaydjian The Autumn of our love – Siro Ashun

Lyrics: Aline Najarian
Music and Arrangement : Joseph Keyrouz
Music and Arrangement : Elias Keyrouz
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Mino Element Band Members

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Mer Siro Ashune (The Autumn of our love)
Do you think the rain’s been drumming on your window all day long?
It’s the words of my repentance, falling down drop by drop.
See them, rolling down the glass and down into the endless brine;
Words that only you can hear in this belated song of mine.

What is this confession now, overdue regret, – for what?
Love has always been a riddle that I never can decode.
It was autumn that was mocking, slapping me with faded leaves,
And the girl that kept on weeping silently among the trees.

Only now I understand: the past shall not be back again.
It’s for sins that I’ve committed that I’m being made to pay.
For that weeping girl, that autumn are the fortune that I’ve lost.
Heedless deeds of wild youth is what I now regret the most.

We all know that happiness can only come a single time.
It then promptly disappears, leaves its business card behind.
We then seek it everywhere, we go on looking all our lives,
But the address on the card is one that no man ever finds.

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