Friday, February 24, 2006

Hymn to the Motherland

To the curious reader who asked:

There is a reason why I listed Hymn to Red October as my favorite music piece. I was humming that song in my head that day I left for my undergraduate studies. (Do I hear anyone say wtf???) There aren't that many orchestral choir pieces that combine feelings of pride, excitement and sadness so succinctly in the first few minutes. Parts of the lyrics were very relevant too.

red october
Words and Music by Basil Poledouris
Russian Translation by Herman Sinitzen

Holodna hmoora.
>> Cold, hard, empty.
Eemruchnoh v'doosheh
>>Light that has left me,
Kak mohg znat ya shtoh tee oomriosh?
>>How could I know that you would die?

Do svidonia, byehreg rodnoy
>>Farewell again, our dear land.
Kak nam troodnag pridstahvit shtoh eto nyeh sohn.
>>So hard for us to imagine that it's real, and not a dream.
Rodina, dom radnoy,
>>Motherland, native home,
Do svidonia Rodina.
>>Farewell, our Motherland.

Ay. Avepakhod, avepakhod, nass val nahmarskaya zhdyot nyehdazh dyotsyah.
>>Let's go; the sea is waiting for us.
Nass zah vootmarskaya dah, ee preeboy!
>>The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides!

Salute otsam ee nashem dedum
>>Hail to our fathers and forefathers.
Zahvietum eekh fsigdah vierney.
>>We are faithful to the covenant made with the past.
Tepierre nichtoh, nee astanoivit,
>>Now nothing can stop
Pabiedney shark, radnoy straney.
>>Our Motherland's victorious march.

Tiy pliyvee, pliyvee bestrashna,
>>Sail on fearlessly,
Gordest say viernykh marieye.
>>Pride of the Northern Seas.
Revoluytziye nadezhdah sgoostk vierif sekh luydeye.
>>Hope of the Revolution, you are the burst of faith of the people.

the last two stanzas repeat a couple of times, then...

V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh,
>> In October, in October,
Rahpar tu ium miy nashe pabiediy.
>>We report our victories to you, our Revolution.
V'oktyabreh, v'oktyabreh,
Novie meeir fahli numnashy dehidiy.
>>And to the heritage left by you for us.

Spore night lights
We stopped the car while on the way to the airport, and took a pic similar to the one above.

On that cool August early morning, I felt like I was the Red October. Being pulled guided to the harbor entrance (airport) by the two parental tugboats, and the ropes were released at immigration. Then I watched them fade gradually as I made my way to the gate. Even back then, I knew it won't be a short sojourn overseas.

Incidentally, the Red October in the movie defected to the US, but I guess you shouldn't draw any parallels here to my real life, should you? :)

The soundtrack is available on youtube.

1 comment:

L'oiseau rebelle said...

Curious, do you have some knowledge of Russian?