Monday, October 17, 2011

Purple sunset

We had a most gorgeous purple sunset last Saturday. The sky was on fire and colors were changing so rapidly from second to second, as you can see on each new shot I took. Although we don't have many Fall changes here in Central Florida these colors allude to the end of summer in my mind.

Last week was my birthday, and as I looked for some 1964 trivia, I came upon this song that is well known to me. It was on the Croatian top lists all that year. The group was called Crveni koralji (Red corals), and they were very popular in Zagreb at that time. My parents didn't think twice about what name to give me, they went with the flow:


Song lyrics freely translated by me:

Autumn is
and branches are swaying in the wind
I'm sitting alone
and you're not beside me

O Mirjana, Mirjana, Mirjana

Autumn is
and the last leaves are falling
all the roads to my dreams
are vanishing

O Mirjana, o Mirjana, O Mirjana

But all the days
of our summer are still alive

when we were so happy
left alone in this world

O Mirjana, Mirjana

It's quite a sad song about a lost summer love.

Occasionally I listen to my favorite Croatian Station on the internet, and very, very rarely they play this song in some Evergreen show. It still gets me every time, it has quite a sentimental meaning to me. A link from my past, from the day when I was born. A link to my parents (who are not alive any more). It takes me back to the city where I was born, grew up, experienced my first love, and all the other memories, good and bad, until I left the country in 1992. I remember hearing this song when I was a teenager, and back then it didn't have this special meaning to me. It was just an old song from the sixties. Thirty years later, it's quite a different story, and I'm thankful to be able to tell a story about this song to my kids.