Congratulations on your wedding day. The song being harmonious, romantic, and with a dash of humour, bodes well for a beautiful marriage because those are the ingredients you need. I didn't know you were getting married when I requested this song, what a fortuitous coincidence that it references marriage. Amazing performance, so well interpreted. You both look fantastic as well.
For those who might not be able to scroll down or see the description, Olga's translation: My poor Daddy worries He doesn’t know what to do with such a monkey as me, Such a nut case And after every new bit of mischief When my actions trouble him, All the aunties moan with him, and granny, and uncle. Ada, it isn’t proper! You cannot behave this way, it’s too bad! The sight of your fanciful exploits Drenches us in a cold sweat. Ada, it isn’t proper! Every day a new prank, a new charade, All these wild escapades and antics, What are you doing? Have pity! A young lady of your position Should be thinking about marriage, Yet you have the manners Of a common yob… Ada, it isn’t proper! Where is your breeding, your deportment? Anyone generous enough to marry you would go crazy within a week. I know my poor papa is right Yet when the madness hits, Too bad, it’s too late, it’s over Nobody can stop me. I can’t help it! What can I do? It’s some sort of inner drive Vainly I imagine myself a rascal or a goat
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Congratulations on your wedding day. The song being harmonious, romantic, and with a dash of humour, bodes well for a beautiful marriage because those are the ingredients you need. I didn't know you were getting married when I requested this song, what a fortuitous coincidence that it references marriage. Amazing performance, so well interpreted. You both look fantastic as well.
The BLUE NOSEFLUTE! The astonishing occasion! The gorgeous bouquet! Your marvellous performance! Not enough superlatives available!!
For those who might not be able to scroll down or see the description, Olga's translation:
My poor Daddy worries
He doesn’t know what to do
with such a monkey as me,
Such a nut case
And after every new bit of mischief
When my actions trouble him,
All the aunties moan with him,
and granny, and uncle.
Ada, it isn’t proper!
You cannot behave this way, it’s too bad!
The sight of your fanciful exploits
Drenches us in a cold sweat.
Ada, it isn’t proper!
Every day a new prank, a new charade,
All these wild escapades and antics,
What are you doing? Have pity!
A young lady of your position
Should be thinking about marriage,
Yet you have the manners
Of a common yob…
Ada, it isn’t proper!
Where is your breeding, your deportment?
Anyone generous enough to marry you
would go crazy within a week.
I know my poor papa is right
Yet when the madness hits,
Too bad, it’s too late, it’s over
Nobody can stop me.
I can’t help it! What can I do?
It’s some sort of inner drive
Vainly I imagine myself
a rascal or a goat