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The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadows of his head.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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so I don't actually speak any Yiddish except what I've picked up from folk songs, which means I know words like "shayne maydele" and what I can figure out because it sounds like Hebrew

so I'm probably wrong

but I think the word for "enemy" literally translates as "hater"

and that's cracking me up

Ver zogt az yidn kenen nor handlen
Esn fete yoykh mit mandlen,
Nor nit zayn keyn arbetsman?
Dos konen zogn nor di sonim -
Yidn, shpayt zey on in ponim
Tut a kuk oyf dzhan dzhan dzhan

 

Who says that Jews can only be traders 
And eat fat soup with soup nuts 
But cannot be workingmen? 
Only our enemies the haters can say that - 
Jews, let’s spit right in their faces, 
Simply look at zhan, zhan, zhan

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yo I’m not 100% sure why this is on a CD called “Opera’s Greatest Drinking Songs” but it’s kind of worth the rest of the CD, honestly.

 

 

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this is from Mamaloshen, meaning “mother tongue,” a CD of Mandy Patinkin (yes, Inigo Montoya) singing a bunch of songs in Yiddish, mostly folk songs but also a bunch of modern songs translated into it.  There isn’t a strong tradition of Yiddish in my family, or of Yiddish songs; my mother’s mother is still remembered in my mother’s hometown for having beautiful Polish, and my father’s mother for her beautiful German but moreso for her vast knowledge of Hebrew and its grammer and structure.  My family sings a few of these songs in Hebrew, actually (Der Rabbi Elimelech, Rozhinkes mit Mandlen, Papirosn, Belz, and Oyfn Pripetchek).  But Song of the Titanic is far and away my favorite track on this CD.  It’s not one I’d ever heard before, and I have no idea if it started its life as a Yiddish song or if it’s, like, actually from the movie Titanic, who knows, I never saw it because I was a strange and snooty fourth grader who largely refused to have anything to do with whatever her classmates were into.  Gosh, what was I even into in fourth grade?  I can’t remember.  Caves, I think.  Caves and Greek Mythology and throwing dandelions at boys.  Refusing to read Lord of the Rings because they were For Boys Who Were Interested In Violence.  Being spoiled for the ending of Star Wars, sort of; Luke beats Darth Vader in a lightsabre duel and gets his helmet off and Darth Vader is bald and has purple speckles and he says LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER, and Luke says “well, okay, I’ll let you go if you promise to turn good” and Darth Vader’s like “okay” and Luke’s like “okay” and then he walks away and then as soon as he’s gone Darth Vader puts his helmet back on and says “YOU WISH” and then the credits roll.

Honest to anything you care to name, I genuinely believed that was how those movies ended until I saw them for real in tenth grade.


  1. elsajeni said: To be fair, that is an EXCELLENT alternate ending for Star Wars.

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Was listening to this piece on loop for a significant part of the six-odd hour drive today

no really though, I love this piece, I have loved it forever and forever I shall

7:10 to 7:35 is one of my favorite passages in all the world

there was a time when it was all I remembered and I couldn’t figure out what piece it was from and I went around singing it to all the musical people in my life (there are a lot) to see if any of them could help me find it and they all were like “oh I know that bit, that sounds familiar” but no one could find it until I was listening to this CD again and it came on like a triumph and I love it so, I don’t even know why

in conclusion I love this piece a whole lot and I wanted to share it with you guys in case anyone didn’t know it

this whole CD though (Itzhak Perlman’s Greatest Hits) is like “everything SilentStep loves and everything is awesome violin and nothing hurts”

and now you may all judge me for my dreadfully violinist musical tastes, yes



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  • TITLE: Agincourt Carol
  • ARTIST: Michael Roth
  • ALBUM: Henry V (Stratford Shakespeare Festival)
  • PLAYED: 99 Plays

I said I’d put this up one more time, didn’t I?  Well, it’s going up today, and then after I’ve eaten I’ma go through and reblog everything everyone’s been posting.  Man I love this version though.  I’m sorry I don’t have a recording of how it was onstage, with Fluellen singing the first two verses and the men rising from the ground where they had been resting with their cloaks wrapped tight around them for warmth to join in on the chorus, voices strengthening with every line, and that I cannot convey Henry’s stunned face as he witnesses it, but oh, it was amazing.

Wandering through the camp, shrouded in night and a borrowed cloak, hearing Fluellen sing, and lead Henry’s men in song… he stands there, staring after his middlish-ranked foreign captain who has just brought together all his English peasant soldiers and given heart to all the camp, and just stands rooted there and goes “…huh.”

Well, actually what he says is Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is much care and valour in this Welshman, but what he means is “…huh.”

(And we know, because the Chorus brought us there, that the French can hear the English chorus. Faintly, distantly, but low and haunting in the way men’s voices can be. Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, are they not with sickness much enfeebled, their numbers lessened— but they sing.)

Harry walked openly through the camp in the evening, from watch to watch, from tent to tent, and now though Henry is cloaked and striving privately for his own comfort Fluellen does the same with song and plucked string, and Henry stops, stands and watches, startled, amazed, and profoundly moved.

Owre Kynge went forth to Normandy
With grace and myght of chyvalry
Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly
Wherefore Englonde may call and cry

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
Deo gratias Anglia redde victoria.

A sege he sette, forsothe to say,
To Harflu towne with ryal aray.
That toune he wan and made afray
That Fraunce shal rewe tyl domesday—

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
Deo gratias Anglia redde victoria.


 

 


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  2. #I really really love this#it's heroic and noble and sad and great#music#henry V
     
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  4. #henry v#shakespeare#music
     
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  6. #hv#oh my god can we please stop with all the henry at agincourt feels now?#a little touch of harry in the night#is good maybe once a week#but every night to be balling about this perfect bastard is a little much#i think i know how harry feels now tbh#a day without craying about henry v is a day wasted#word
     
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  8. #from this day to the ending of the world#brb crying about it#this is gorgeous
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You know, I am fairly convinced that Stan Rogers' favorite line of Barrett's Privateers is "she was broad and fat and loose in stays." Every recorded performance I have heard of him, he sounds as if he is just having such fun singing that line. It's like when I get to the part of the Magellan song that goes AY YAI YAI YAI, or my CD of Gesher Trio singing "HE HAS AN AUUUUUNT." I have gone over my translation with my mother: whatever narrative I have been making up, she is kind of right in that that song makes no sense whatsoever. It's kind of like they had ideas for a bunch of different songs and then threw them together because they couldn't think of second verses for any of them.

Still, I like it.

Goodbye.
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Im kaved lecha la neshama                                                          If your very soul is heavy
Im nigmera ha neshima                                                                If your breathing has stopped
Im nisita hakol ve ze lo azar                                                        If you've tried everything and it hasn't helped
Ve ata nishbar                                                                              And you're breaking

Kach et ze be kalut                                                                       Take it easy
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes

Kach et ze be kalut                                                                       Take it easy
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kach et ze kal...                                          That's how it is, go with it, take it easy...
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kacha ze kal...                                            That's how it is, go with it, it's easy that way...
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.

Im hibadeta et ha tikva                                                                 If you've lost hope
Im nigmera ha ahava                                                                   If love has ended
Hi azva otcha ve ata chole                                                           She left you and you're sick
Ve ha chom ole                                                                             And the fever's rising

Kach et ze be kalut                                                                       Take it easy
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes

Kach et ze be kalut                                                                       Take it easy
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kach et ze kal...                                          That's how it is, go with it, take it easy...
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kacha ze kal...                                            That's how it is, go with it, it's easy that way...
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kach et ze kal...                                          That's how it is, go with it, take it easy...
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.

Kacha ze, lech im ze, kacha ze kal...                                            That's how it is, go with it, it's easy that way...
Kmo she ze ba                                                                              As it comes
Kmo she ze ba.                                                                             As it comes.
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My second year at Interlochen, someone stole my CD cases. 40 CDs total, many of irreplaceable sentimental value. The CD that Paul gave me, the night he asked me out. The CD Melody made for me, the special circular one, of the American and 1st Shostakovich quartet, two of the pieces the Ecthelion quartet had played that year. And two CDs that had been in my family forever, and as cassette tapes before that- compilations of Naomi Shemer, of songs written between 1956 and 1988. I'd listened to them on holidays, and when I was sick, and on long car trips, and I'd sung them with my family. I was heartbroken to have lost them, but I did have them on my computer.

And then we got rid of that computer, and I did not have a way to listen to these songs for years.

I caved recently, and ordered them from Israel. The package arrived while I was in Michigan, and Paul didn't get around to picking them up from the post office, but assured me that they would hold it until September 1st. On August 31st, Eyal and I drove to the post office and the clerk handed me a package postmarked from Jerusalem.

I love these songs. I love them so very, very much, both for their personal meaning and also because they are *awesome.* I do not think I can express at all what it means to hear them again. Ahhhh, it is amazing.

Their meaning is gaining another layer. I understand them differently, and am forming new associations.

And wow I love them because they're awesome- because it's full of girls with black hair and boys with black curls (and how I shall never see sunlight again until I see it in contrast to the darkness of your hair), and wearing white in the summer, and the melting snow in the hills, and soldiers marching, and marching, and marching, and mourning their dead, and remembering them, and inviting guests in from the gates and offering them everything that they have, and the white city and the city in gray and the river Jordan singing in her banks and barefoot soldieresses in Sinai.

I am drunk today, but not on wine.

Goodbye.
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Kol ze yavo machar im lo hayom
Ze nachon: ma od ba tso'orayim?
Kol ze yavo machar im lo hayom
Ve im lo machar, az misparayim...
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(Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long

Never saw the sun
Shining so bright
Never saw things
Going so right

Noticing the days
Hurrying by
When you're in love
My, how they fly

Oh, blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on)

They are pretty much an exercise in frustration. Of the one that's been plagueing me for the past week or so, I have metaphorically crossed out "Meijers," because Meijers, bless them, are open 24/7. I have bought some workout clothing and also, a new saucepan. (saucepan! I love my new saucepan! I keep going over just to stare at it, all "look, look, that saucepan, it is mine!" because I'm kind of the weirdest dork you'd ever hope to meet. Saucepan! I cannot wait to use it on something! Perhaps I shall make sauce! Or hot chocolate!) And, of course, groceries. I must now avoid spending money for a while. No more pizza deliveries/coffee. I will justify the expense of a ticket to Avatar if I can manage to find the time to go again, or possibly Sherlock Holmes, because from the trailer it didn't look like it would be to my taste but I've been hearing some good things.

Orchestra was kind of long because I was drop-dead exhausted, the kind where I try to focus on the music and the page shivers before my eyes and I spend all my will trying not to drop off. It's not a fun feeling. Neither is sticking one's face in the drinking fountain in an attempt to make it go away. It's all... "great, now I can't keep my eyes open AND ALSO I HAVE BRAINFREEZE."

Mmmm, reading K/S and it is my favourite kind of guilty-pleasure romance, because I adore those stories about the churning hopelessness of love long unrequited, the endless silent utterly helpless wanting, the aching useless knowledge that everything you are and all the world beside would still be entirely unworthy and nothing will ever change that, where even if contrary to all sense of reason you are one day granted their love in return, it will still be a long lightheaded deliriousness of fearful uncertainly, of too long spent convincing yourself not to hope to override it all at once, the persistance of but surely this cannot be allowed. One of the hardest lessons to learn in this world, I always think, is that loving something doesn't make it yours; in more specifically human terms, that you can love someone enough to be willing to die in agony if it will guarantee them a pleasant day, and still they will owe you nothing. And I love- love, love, love- stories about that kind of relationship, with the caveat that IT HAS TO END HAPPILY, OKAY. There can be pain and pining and angst piling up forever and I do love it but only if they end up together and happy. There needs to be comfort to balance the hurt, otherwise I just sit there bitching out the authoress for hours and am forever bitter and traumatized. I'm looking at you, damn modern!AU Kenshin/Kaoru fic where they get caught trying to escape to their new lives and she has to steal his memories to save his life, and also you, Viktory fic I read my freshman year in college, AUGH that was such a bad idea to read when I was already so very deeply lonely. But then I find a fic like Time Enough where there's that scene where Jack is pleading with Ianto not to distance himself and Ianto's just like "dude, why do you think I gave you that key in the first place, HINT: IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DO NOT LOVE YOU" and I have read it like a billion times now, and In Human Hands is still a WIP and I can forsee no possible ending that ends well and I'm terrified but I'm still hoping, and this K/S fic is a WIP too so-

here's hoping.

Also I have groceries now! I love groceries! I just made spaghetti with my new spaghetti and my new DELICIOUS SPAGHETTI SAUCE that has DELICIOUS GLUTEN, because I couldn't justify buying actual tasty spaghetti sauce until the jar I had inherited from Tamar had run out, so FINALLY. I have new delicious spaghetti sauce and it has mushrooms (mushrooms!) and it's delicious, also, parmesahn cheese and spaghetti cooked to delicious and I LOVE FOOD.

Also milk and honey! And orange juice, and tortillas and cheese and new salsa because they still have not restocked lime salsa, so we will see how this green stuff works out.

Aaaaaand another sleep-deprived day. Gorramit.

Goodbye.
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Kol HaKavod )

Kol HaKavod Translation )

*kanon is slang, and therefore I don't know what it means. Eema didn't know either, but guessed that it might be something like chatich, or... well... hot guy.

**Jembeliya is a real town somewhere, but in Hebrew slang it's like saying Timbuktu. Just a faraway place. As for the bit with the clock/watch, I have no idea. I guess it just means that Kaza throws the rowdy drunk out on his ear.

Yesh Makom )

Yesh Makom Translation )

Rosa )

Rosa Translation )

Rosa in Hebrew )
alternate third verse from the movie )

OH MY GOD

Feb. 26th, 2009 11:43 pm
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O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey, lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Yon lone sinistral pedestal, now writhe!

But wait! Forthwith, and daring not to pause,
Sails righteous, in then out, that ragged right!
Not dimmed nor cowed by leftie's crowing toes
Lays on limb Dextral. Eager, eager gait!

Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heaven's yoke.
Bless'd dervish! Surely canst thou go, you girl.

The Hoke, the Poke -- now banish all thy doubt.
In sooth, say I, 'tis what it's all about.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S FROM. I DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE IT. I KNOW NOTHING BUT IT HAS MADE MY LIFE INFINITELY BETTER.

ALSO GIVEN ME HICCUPS. DAMMIT.

Goodbye.
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Kan noladeti
Kan noldu li yeladai
Kan baniti et beiti bi shtei yadai
Kan gam ata iti
Vechan kol elef yedidai
Veh achrei shanim alpaim
Sof lindudai!

Goodbye.
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Well she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina
She's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize
She'll take you for a ride on a slow boat to China
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

Steal their Seoul in South Korea, make Antarctica cry 'Uncle,'
From the Red Sea to Greenland they'll be singing the blues
Well, they never Arkansas her steal the Mekong from the jungle
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

She goes from Nashville to Norway, Bonaire to Zimbabwe, Chicago to Czechoslovakia* and back!

Well, she'll ransack Pakistan and run a scam in Scandinavia,
Then she'll stick 'em up Down Under and go pick-pocket Perth
She put the Miss in misdemeanor when she stole the beans from Lima
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

Oh, tell me, where in the world is...tell me, where can she be?
Botswana to Thailand, Milan via Amsterdam, Mali to Bali, Ohio, Oahu!

Well she glides around the globe, and she'll flim-flam every nation
She's a double-dealing diva with a taste for thievery
Her itinerary's loaded up with moving violations
Tell me, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

...

YESS PENETRATION OF WORLD WITH RED COAT AND HAT.

Random survey from a while ago )

Um.

Goodbye.
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A pretty girl waits by the edge of the road
Little lass, little lassie, who is it ye pine for?
A friend, oh kind stranger, but he'll be here soon.
Little lass, little lassie, I'll bide here beside ye,
It's starting to rain, you can share my umbrella.
Oh, no, said she, and waved me on,
He will not make me wait, said she,
I shall not be here long.

A tall lady waits by the edge of the road.
Young missie, young mistress, who is it ye pine for?
A friend, my good stranger, but he'll be here soon.
Young missie, young mistress, I'll bide here beside ye,
It's starting to snow, you can borrow my cloak.
Oh, no, said she, and waved me on,
He will not make me wait, said she,
I shall not be here long.

An old woman waits by the edge of the road
Old mother, old madam, who is it ye pine for?
A friend, my dear stranger, but he'll be here soon.
Old mother, old madam, I'll bide here beside ye,
The sun beats down fiercely, but I'll fan us both.
Oh, no, said she, and waved me on,
He will not make me wait, said she,
I shall not be here long.

A worn gravestone rests by the edge of the road
Who was it, who was it, this friend whom ye pined for?
Who promised to be here, but never came back?
Don't worry, fair stranger, I'll bide here beside ye,
The weather comes down, but can no longer touch ye.
I'll wait, for a while, and I'll plant a few flowers.
But I must live my life, and so
I shall not be here long.

Goodbye.
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Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
High up on the red rock
Stands the shadow with the spear

The land here is strong
Strong beneath my feet
it feeds on the blood
it feeds on the heat

The rhythm is below me
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul

The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat

Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into our hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Held open to the sun

Self-conscious, uncertain
I'm showered with the dust
The spirit enters into me
And I submit to trust

Smash the radio
No outside voices here
Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds
Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul


Goodbye.

High Flight

Feb. 9th, 2005 10:39 pm
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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Lovely, isn't it?

So today I went around with O's on my ears, saying Paul and Caitlin, because Ian stole mine. He gave it back after school, but I didn't wear it. John called me an elf. I talked to James, Mary, Larissa, Sarah (the one from gym class), and Jackie. Jackie? Yes, Jackie. Then I practiced a little, but my arm was really hurting, so I called Paul and talked to him for about an hour. I also looked through Rosaline's sketchbook at lunch today.

Perhaps I'll write more later. Probably not. I've got a ton of stuff to do.

Goodbye.

Dec. 25th, 2004 11:09 am
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Hush a roy tally-ho
Archiover ahieeo
Archiover, cry the huntsmen,
Archiover aio.

...

Irish music makes me happy.

Happy Jews-go-to-the-movies day, everyone.

Goodbye.
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Bo, ahovi, la midbach hayashan
Ha mekarer mezamzem lanu arba shanim
Mangina mishelo, al gvina levana
Hu lo mekulkal
Gam hu rak takua
Takua
Nanua, nanua, nanua.

Translation:
Come, my love, to the old kitchen
The refrigerator has hummed to us for four years
A melody of his own, a song about white cheese
He is not broken
He is only stuck
Stuck
Move, we move, we move.

I just love the concept of a refrigerator singing a song to itself about white cheese.

In case you're interested, here's the song in it's entirety. )

Goodbye.

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