With those you love don’t ever part...

I was at the master class of Sergey Spirin about photos and videos! And I have created this slide movie, I think you will be surprised how exactly the picture will move)
We had a great shooting day and I'm glad that I had the skills of videotaping and editing))

Director: Sergey Spirin

Photographer: Marina Bogumil

Actress: Marina Giorgadze

Music: Maxim Fadeev / Lyrics: Alexander Kochetkov

Here is the translation of this song by Lubov Yakuvleva:

Ballad About A Smoke-Filled Railway Carriage

How painful, dear, how strange it is,
When roots mesh, when branches knit—
How painful, dear, how strange it is
To be cut in two by the saw.
The heart’s wound will not grow over,
It will flow with bright tears,
The heart’s wound will not grow over—
It will flow with scalding tar.

While I’m alive I will be with you—
For soul and blood are inseparable—
While I’m alive I will be with you—
For love and death go together.
You’ll carry with you, my beloved,
You’ll carry with you everywhere,
You’ll carry with you everywhere,
Your native land, your dear home.

But if there’s nothing to protect me
From pity that’s incurable,
But if there’s nothing to protect me
From the cold and from the dark?
Beyond the parting lies reunion,
Do not forget me, my beloved,
Beyond the parting lies reunion,
We shall return—both you and I.

But what if I sink into oblivion—
Brief radiance of the light of day.
But what if I sink into oblivion
Beyond the star’s zone, the milky haze?
I’ll pray for you,
That you not forget the path of earth,
I’ll pray for you,
That you return unharmed.

Jolting in the smoke-filled carriage
He felt homeless and resigned,
Jolting in the smoke-filled carriage,
He was half-crying, half-asleep,
When climbing up a slippery slope
The train hung awkwardly suspended,
When climbing up a slippery slope
Its wheels got separated from the rails.

A superhuman force was pressing,
Crushing them and maiming all,
A superhuman force was pressing,
Casting the earthly off the earth.
And there was no one there protected
By reunion promised long before,
And there was no one there protected
By the beckoning of distant hand.

With those you love don’t ever part,
With those you love don’t ever part,
With those you love don’t ever part,
In them your very blood should grow,
And always say farewell forever!
And always say farewell forever!
And always say farewell forever!
When you are leaving for a moment.

Alexander Kochetkov
Translated by Lubov Yakuvleva