To INE: We're with you, Dear Princess :) - Para La INE: Estamos contigo Princesa :)

To INE,

We're with you, Young Lady :)

Be strong sweet princess!

Para Ine: La INE,

Estamos contigo Princesa :) 

Mucha luz y mucha fuerza!



 Cancion:  Melancolia y la Infinita Tristeza.




Band: The Smashing Pumpkins    -   Song:  Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness

16 December: Remembering ALEKSANDROV - Inuska's Great-Grandfather: Grigori Vasilyevich Aleksandrov

16 DECEMBER

Remembering ALEKSANDROV 

Ines's Great-Grandfather

WE MISS YOU ALEKSANDROV

Born: 23 January 1903, Russia   –   Died: 16 December 1983,  Russia

 Photos: Grigori Vasilyevich Aleksandrov

    

 

 ALTAN  - A Bhean Udaí Thall

 

Gaeilge (Irish Gaelic)

Tá mo grábháil í, a shí ógó
Greamaithe don dheánaí, a h-óbó
'S mo ghrábháil gheal fán únán tráigh
'S mé 'gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil

'S a bhean udaí thall, a shí ógó
Tá a' siúl na traigh seo a h-óbó
Nach truaigh leat bean ina húire ceoidh
'S í 'gabháil a báthadh i mBaile Leóil

Ó níl mo ghaol, a shíogó
Nó mo pháirt, a h-óbó
'S an uair nach bhfuil, san úire ceoidh
'S é bheirim cead snámh duit i mBaile Leóil

Tiocfaidh m'athair a shí ógó
Anuas fán tráigh a h-óbó
Is gheobhaidh sé mise 'mo bhradán bhog bháidhte
'Gabháil i tsáile i mBaile Leóil

Ní thiocfaidh d'athair a shíogó
Anuas fán tráigh a h-óbó
Ná tiocfaidh mé féin 'na banú an lae
A scaoileadh le céaslaidh i mBaile Leóil

Ó tá leanbán agam a shí ógó
I gcionn a chúig raithe a h-óbó
Is béidh leanbán eile 'na húire ceoidh
I gcionn a thrí raithe i mBaile Leóil

Ó tá leanbán agat, a shíogó
I gceann a chúig raithe, a h-óbó
'S béidh leanbán agam ó úire ceoidh
A bheas ina mháistir i mBaile Leóil

Tabhair mo bheannacht, a shí ógó
Annsoir mo mháthair, a h-óbó
'S é darna beannacht ó úire ceoidh
'S ar 'athair mo chlainne i mBaile Leóil

Nár thabharfá mo bheannacht, a shí ógó
Annsoir mo mháthair, h-óbó
A bhéarfaidh mo mhallacht ó úire ceoidh
'S ón athair mo clainne i mBaile Leóil

Ina méanair do'n mhnaoí óig, a shí ógó
A rachas 'm'áitse, a h-óbó
Béidh beithígh geala ó úire ceoidh
Is fuinneogaí gloinn' aici 'mBaile Leóil

Ó mise an bhean óg, a shíogó
A rachas 'd'aitse, a h-óbó
Béidh beithígh geala ó úire ceoidh
Is fuinneogaí gloinn' aici 'mBaile Leóil

English

 

This is my grave, a shí ógó
Trapped in the channel, oh no
My white grave beneath the foaming strand
As I'm drowning in Baile Leóil

Oh woman yonder, a shí ógó
Who is walking on the strand, oh no
Have you no pity for a woman in her watery grave
Who is drowning in Baile Leóil

You're not my relation, a shíogó
Nor my friend, oh no
The time has come, hasn't it, in the watery grave
That I took you to swim in Baile Leóil

My father shall come, a shí ógó
Down to the strand, oh no
And find my soft bloated body
Drowning in Baile Leóil

Your father shan't come, a shíogó
Down to the strand, oh no
Nor shall I come myself 'til break of day
To free you in Baile Leóil

Oh I have a babe, a shí ógó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And another babe will be in his watery grave
Who is three months old in Baile Leóil

Oh you have a babe, a shíogó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And I will have a babe from this watery grave
Who will be the master in Baile Leóil

Take my blessing, a shí ógó
Back to my mother, oh no
And my second blessing from a watery grave
To the father of my children in Baile Leóil

You would not take my blessing, a shí ógó
Back to my mother, oh no
You shall take my curse from a watery grave
And from the father of my children in Baile Leóil

There's fortune in store for the young woman, a shí ógó
Who will take my place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil

I am the young woman, a shíogó
Who will take your place, oh no
And will have pure white cattle from a watery grave
And windows of glass in Baile Leóil



Altan   -  Mallaí Chroch Shlí

Lá aoibhinn gan bhuaidhreadh 's gan mhearaigh
'S mé ag ardú 'mach Mallaí Chroich Shlí
Faoi imeall na neallta go bhfaca mé
An spéirbhean ag gabhail tharam ins a tslí
Thug sí dealramh breá aerach 'bhí dathúil
Ar dhá thaobh a' ghleanna ar gach taobh
Is mo cheadfaí gur' réad sí chun seachrán
'S d'fhág sí tréan smacht ar m'aigne faraor

Tá mo chuidiú-sa a laghdú fá bhaile
Níl capall, níl caora 's níl maoin
Níl géimneach fá shléibhte Loch Bearraigh
Le pléisiúr a chuir ormsa mar bhí
Ó d'imigh an spéirbhean bhí dathúil
A dtug mé spéis dí 's nach bhfanann liomsa chóich'
Le m'éifeacht ní fhéad mise 'mealladh
Fá 'críonnacht a chuir pian in mo chroí


English

 
One beautiful day without worry
As I climbed up the slopes of Croch Shlí
'Neath the clouds on the skyline before me
This fair maiden I did see pass by
She reflected a radiance of beauty
That enchanted the glen on both sides
My senses she shattered completely
Alas, her charms overpowered my mind

My help around home is decreasing
No horses, no sheep and no kind
There's no loving of kine by Loch Bearra
To give me the pleasures I mind
Since this beautiful maiden departed
Taht I fancied, but won't stay with me
My best efforts could not entice her
And her wisdom has grieved my heart sore

R.I.P. Inuska Apffelbaum Walker (March 9 1983- December 4 2013)

 R.I.P. Inuska Apffelbaum Walker  (March 9 1983 - December 4 2013)

 An Angel is in Heaven now...

We will always love you and we will never forget you,

Your Family around the world.

"We are DUST in the wind..."   By Inuska APFFELBAUM WALKER

   
Survived by husband Isaac, one daughter Blue and two sons: Eire and Leon.

Altan  -  Mallaí Chroch Shlí





Lá aoibhinn gan bhuaidhreadh 's gan mhearaigh
'S mé ag ardú 'mach Mallaí Chroich Shlí
Faoi imeall na neallta go bhfaca mé
An spéirbhean ag gabhail tharam ins a tslí
Thug sí dealramh breá aerach 'bhí dathúil
Ar dhá thaobh a' ghleanna ar gach taobh
Is mo cheadfaí gur' réad sí chun seachrán
'S d'fhág sí tréan smacht ar m'aigne faraor

Tá mo chuidiú-sa a laghdú fá bhaile
Níl capall, níl caora 's níl maoin
Níl géimneach fá shléibhte Loch Bearraigh
Le pléisiúr a chuir ormsa mar bhí
Ó d'imigh an spéirbhean bhí dathúil
A dtug mé spéis dí 's nach bhfanann liomsa chóich'
Le m'éifeacht ní fhéad mise 'mealladh
Fá 'críonnacht a chuir pian in mo chroí



English Translation:

 

One beautiful day without worry
As I climbed up the slopes of Croch Shlí
'Neath the clouds on the skyline before me
This fair maiden I did see pass by
She reflected a radiance of beauty
That enchanted the glen on both sides
My senses she shattered completely
Alas, her charms overpowered my mind

My help around home is decreasing
No horses, no sheep and no kind
There's no loving of kine by Loch Bearra
To give me the pleasures I mind
Since this beautiful maiden departed
Taht I fancied, but won't stay with me
My best efforts could not entice her
And her wisdom has grieved my heart sore

R.I.P. Paul William Walker (1973-2013)

To Inez:

We are deeply sorry...

We are with you!

"Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.."

  

"Death leaves a memory no one can heal, loves leaves a memory no one can steal.."

  

R.I.P. Paul William Walker (1973-2013)

 

 

Altan   -    The Jug of Punch

Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch

What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
And in his hand, oh a jug of punch
And on his knee a tidy wench

When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
And every young man that passes by
He can have a drink and remember I

Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch

La INTERMINABLE OBSESION con INU - YOU are still OBSESSED with INU (since 2009)

"Noooooo, no es amor lo que tu sientes se llama obsesión..."

"Hice cita pal psiquiatra
a ver si me ayudaba..." 

"tu amor sera mi alivio
y hasta que no seas mia no vivire en paz..." 

"el insomnio es mi castigo..." 

"una ilusion en tu pensamiento, que te hace hacer cosas..."

"pero tendre paciencia porque el no es competencia..."

Aventura  -   Obsesion

Son la cinco de la mañana
y yo no he dormido nada,
pensando en tu belleza, loco voy a parar.
el insomnio es mi castigo,
tu amor sera mi alivio
y hasta que no seas mia no vivire en paz.
Hoy conoci tu novio, pequeño y no hermoso se que el no te quiere, por su forma de hablar.
Ademas tu no lo amas, porque el no da la talla,
no sabe complacerte como lo haria yo,
pero tendre paciencia porque el no es competencia,
por eso no hay motivos, para yo respetarlo.

Coro:(Yudy Santos)

No, no es amor, lo que tu sientes, se llama obsesion,
una ilusion en tu pensamiento, que te hace hacer cosas, asi
funciona el corazon.
 
Antony:
 
Bien vestido y en mi lexus,
pase por tu colegio, me informan
que te fuistes, como loco te fui a alcanzar,
te busque y no te encontraba,
y eso me procupaba,
para calmar mi ansia, yo te queria llamar,
pero no tenia tu numero,
y tu amiga ya me lo nego,
esa bonita mucho me ayudo,
y eso me trajo la solucion,
yo se que le gustaba,
y que le di una mirada,
con un par de palabritas
tu numero me dio,
del celular llamaba,
y tu no contestabas,
luego te puse un beeper
y no habia conexion,
mi unica esperanza,
es que oigas mis palabras
 
(yudy)
 
no puedo, tengo novio

(antony)
 
no me enganches por favor

Yudy: coro

Hice cita pal psiquiatra
a ver si me ayudaba,
pues ya no tengo amigos
por solo hablar de ti,
lo que quiero es hablarte,
para intentar besarte
ser pasion de una obsesion que no pueda morir.
Y quizas pienses que soy tonto, bribon, y tambien loco,
pero es que en el amor soy muy original,
me enamoro como otros,
conquisto a mi modo,
amar es mi talento,
te voy a enamorar,
disculpa si te ofendo
pero es que soy honesto
con lujo de detalles
escucha mi version
pura crema e chocolate,
huntarte y devorarte,
llevarte a otro mundo
en tu mente corazon.
Ven vive aventura
hagamos mil locuras
voy a hacerte caricias que no se han inventado.

No es amor, no es amor, es una obsesion

To Inuska Apfelbaum: The Mother

 To Inuska,

You are the MOTHER  :)

Be strong:  Eire, Blue and Leon need you STRONG :)

We Love You Very Much!

YOUR FAMILY FROM AROUND THE WORLD

Chipmunks Adventure (1987) -    My Mother

It's hard to remember
A summer or winter
When she hasn't been there for me

A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That's who I mean

I've taken for granted
seeds that she planted
She's always behind every thing

A teacher a seeker
A both arms outreacher
My mother
That's who I mean

Wish I could slow down
The hands of time
keep things the way they are
If she said so
I would give her the world
If I could... I would

My love and my laughter
From here ever after
Is all that she says that she needs

A friend and companion
I can always depend on
My mother
That's who I mean
My mother
That's who I mean' that's who I mean

To Inu

Inu,

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal..."

We're with YOU




Altan    -    The Jug of Punch

 

Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch

What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
And in his hand, oh a jug of punch
And on his knee a tidy wench

When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
And every young man that passes by
He can have a drink and remember I

Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch