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Title: Music for the weekend: Greek Cafe Aman
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URL Source: https://youtu.be/ErgxsBo_Mo0
Published: Dec 5, 2016
Author: presented by Lambros Llavas, ERT chanel
Post Date: 2016-12-11 12:49:24 by A Pole
Keywords: music, Greek, dancing
Views: 1814
Comments: 3
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#1. To: A Pole (#0)
This must be a violation of the Geneva Convention? At the randomly-chosen 20-minute mark, I close my eyes and I'm back in the Star Wars bar scene.
You remind me my Anglo/Irish neighbors, I offered them to try some Greek food, and they were terrified - "we eat only normal food". By normal they meant probably meat with potatoes, hot dogs etc ... Actually hot dogs are very inclusive as they contain stuff even Chinese won't eat. I make a point, whenever I am in England in a pub, to order traditional English food. Nothing beats fish and chips with custard or other pudding for a desert, you need a lot of beer to wash it out. OK, here is some semi-traditional Russian art-rock-folk, how do you like it? (short, each few minutes only):
In the dream that came to me, it was as if my raven-black horse was playing
about, dancing about, beneath the bold, brave youth.
Ah, and there wild winds came flying out of the east, and they ripped the
black cap from that wild head of mine.
Ah, the sounding bow was ripped off the mighty shoulder, ah, the tempered
arrows were scattered on damp mother earth,
Ah, who will be there for me, that he would interpret this dream? Ah, the
esaul was a clever one, the esaul unravelled all of that dream:
"Stepan, our dear, Timofeyevich, you whom they call Razin, off of your head
fell the black cap: off will come that wild head of yours.
"Ripped away, alas, was the sounding bow: for me, the esaul, there will be a
hanging. Ah, scattered were the tempered arrows: our Cossacks, alas, they will
all turn to flight." ====================
But I, an orphan, have nobody in the world
In the night I dandle children, in the day I milk cows
In the night I dandled children, in the day I milked cows
After milking of cows I danced round-dance
Among round dancers I was a cherry girl (flaneur)
I was good girl, very good but had cheep clothes
I was good girl, very good but had cheep clothes
Nobody wanted merry me because of it
Nobody wanted merry me because of it
Because of the sadness I'll go to a monastery, will pray the God
Because of the sadness I'll go to a monastery, will pray the God
I'll burst into tears near to holy icons
I'll burst into tears near to holy icons
Will the God present me, will make me happy?
Will the God present me, will make me happy?
Will a handsome young guy marry me?
A little bird was singing in a green garden
This bird has its nest, has children
"Torture, worse than waterboarding" ~Trump
The "anti-establishment" establishment
#2. To: A Pole (#0)
#3. To: Hank Rearden, hondo68 (#2)
(Edited)
Ah, it is not yet evening, but I have taken an tiny little nap, and a dream
came to me;
A little bird was singing in a green garden
This bird has its nest, has children
This bird has its nest, has children
But I, an orphan, have nobody in the world
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