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2011/12/17

A Russian Love Song




This is called a Russian Love Song, sung in Russian by Judy Collins in the 1960's.
Ms. Collins has one of the loveliest voices I've heard.

Now you may wonder what this is doing on Personal Pain, very simply this is my humble offering for those of my readers from Russia.

If I were more worldly or educated perhaps I'd know some Christmas Carols by Russian singers, singing in Russian but I hope you enjoy the beauty of this offering.

Sadly, Christmas in the USA is now a day of ultra consumerism. You have frantic, panic stricken shoppers, desperate to find suitable gifts. It is a challenge to find any gift that is not 'made in China.

I want to wish all readers a day of joy, perhaps a day of reflection on the timeless message of Jesus' birth;
Glory to God in the Highest, Peace on Earth and Goodwill towards All.

And may you all be blessed with a prosperous, productive, glorious New Year.

1 comment:

  1. Unfortunately, I could not find the lyrics of the above Russian song!
    JUDY COLLINS - Turn Turn Turn (1966 )
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3kKqfTjsj0&feature=emb_logo

    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time to every purpose, under heaven
    A time to be born, a time to die
    A time to plant, a time to reap
    A time to kill, a time to heal
    A time to laugh, a time to weep
    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time to every purpose, under heaven
    A time to build up, a time to break down
    A time to dance, a time to mourn
    A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time to every purpose, under heaven
    A time of love, a time of hate
    A time of war, a time of peace
    A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time to every purpose, under heaven
    A time to gain, a time to lose
    A time to rend, a time to sew
    A time for love, a time for hate
    A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

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