” 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
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
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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If I were God and had the secret,
would you be accurate;
would prove (In the manner of bakers
when tasting the bread, that is:
with the mouth),
and if that taste was like yours, that is
You smell yourself and your way
to smile and to remain silent,
and strictly shake my hand,
and kiss without harming
-of this I am sure: I put
much attention when you kiss;
so, if I were God and I could repeat to repeat yourself,
always the same and always different,
without ever getting tired of the same game,
without either disdain you were
why you were going to be in anything;
I do not know if I explain, but I
clarify that if it were God would best to be Mihran
to love you as I love you,
to await calmly you think to yourself every day
to be surprised every morning
newborn light your own
light, and run the impalpable curtain separating
the dream of life, resucitándome your word,
I, still wet shadows and laziness,
surprised and absorbed
in contemplation of everything
who, together with myself,
recover and sound, move, stop
abandoned when -luego- shut …
(I hear your silence.
I hear constellations: you exist.
I believe in you.
It is enough for me).
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Who am I to know?
The music eerily seeps into my soul.
The day was just by diamonds and by
diamonds they shown.
Now in the darkness my light has flown.
The diamonds have grown cold without light
locked in a box of oceans to cross.
I find solace in the words of strangers
I never meet.
How complete, when empty flees
leaving behind a hole in your soul.
Not even the cold can fill
…only the touch…the touch…not near.
Sunshine and diamonds..
love and space divided by time.
In my time…in my time…