This is the first song on our new album "Summer"
The album tells a story of a family spending a summer in Crimea
Most of these songs are inspired by books, stories or are poems in their own right in the case of life imitating art. The books are read over the summer by the cast.

1.	Arrival of Spring
So, before summer there’s always spring. This song is by the Officer in a great mood.
These lyrics are a translation of a famous Russian poem, with some extra verses & chorus written by Stav

The cast: 
Mother & Father
Oldest Sister & her fiancé the Officer
Middle Sister & her love interest the Soldier
Youngest Sister & two Teenage Boys
The youngest child, a Boy (The Poet), who witnesses it all 

01. Arrival of Spring
lyrics: Athanasius Fete & Au-Dag; music: Au-Dag & Babugan
I have come to you in the morning
To inform you that up in the skies
The sun is warm again
And of winter’s final demise

Let me tell you about the forest
That it is impatient to burst
That every living creation
Feels life’s irrepressible thirst
		
Let me tell you about the spring
That happiness trumpets like thunder
That hope has woken up
And you can’t escape feeling wonder!
You can’t escape / you can’t explain

I have come to you in the morning
To inform you - the birds have arrived
That insects are buzzing around
And everything finally thrives!

Let me share with you my impatience
To run as fast as a messenger boy
To witness it all by myself
To dive into life’s brazen joy

Let me tell you about the meadows
That they ring with the sounds of bliss
That even the smallest of plants
Thanks G-d for the right to exist!

I have come to you in the morning
To invite you to come along
I still don’t know the words 
But I’m ready to break into song:

01 Arrival of Spring

This is the second song on our new album "Summer"
The album tells a story of a family spending a summer in Crimea
Most of these songs are inspired by books, stories or are poems in their own right in the case of life imitating art. The books are read over the summer by the cast.

The cast: 
Mother & Father
Oldest Sister & her fiancé the Officer
Middle Sister & her love interest the Soldier
Youngest Sister & two Teenage Boys
The youngest child, a Boy (The Poet), who witnesses it all 

2.	Random Acts 
This is a song for the father with a mid-life crisis, who stays behind in the City
This song has been inspired by the CBC radio-drama Random Acts

02. Random Acts
Music: Stav Au-Dag & Ondry Egerek; 
Words: Stav Au-Dag & CBC

You’re screwed! Life is so random
Things start to confound
You lost what’s important, 
While looking for something profound.
You’re screwed! But you have to keep looking,
Or forever be bound
So go after your heart’s desires
Just try to avoid a meltdown

You’re screwed! … and all the people around you
But it’s really hard to avoid
All that was built through the years
Now is being destroyed
So you set them free and they go away
Hoping they will come back
Understand your dilemma
Or at least cut you some slack

And you must go through this
To experience grace
You must go through this
To find your own place

02 Random Acts

This is the third song on our new album "Summer"
The album tells a story of a family spending a summer in Crimea
Most of these songs are inspired by books, stories or are poems in their own right in the case of life imitating art. The books are read over the summer by the cast.

The cast: 
Mother & Father
Oldest Sister & her fiancé the Officer
Middle Sister & her love interest the Soldier
Youngest Sister & two Teenage Boys
The youngest child, a Boy (The Poet), who witnesses it all

03. Wonderful Place
One of the sisters finds an old letter from their grandma. 
It talks of Crimea, where the family has decided to go to for the summer

03. Wonderful Place
Lyrics: Alexey Ponizovsky & Stav Au-Dag; music: Eugene Havtan

I’ve been to Crimea for three weeks in June
My time on the island ended too soon
But what I have seen, I’ll never forget
And I’ll be back to Crimea yet

The hills in Crimea are full of cold streams
And short nights of summer are full of long dreams
But how can one sleep when the frogs improvise 
And days on the island are full of blue skies

And if you once come ashore 
You will be asking to remain some more!

This summer I’ve been to a wonderful place
Where waves crash the reefs & quickly retrace
Where rocks overhang over the sand
Where after a week one is handsomely tanned

One gets overwhelmed by the stars every night
One never gets bored watching aurtecs in flight
And there in Crimea I’ve found my place
Far from the capitals’ rotten rat race

03 Wonderful Place

This is the fourth song on our new album "Summer"
The album tells a story of a family spending a summer in Crimea
Most of these songs are inspired by books, stories or are poems in their own right in the case of life imitating art. The books are read over the summer by the cast.

The cast: 
Mother & Father
Oldest Sister & her fiancé the Officer
Middle Sister & her love interest the Soldier
Youngest Sister & two Teenage Boys
The youngest child, a Boy (The Poet), who witnesses it all

04. Three Sisters
This is an introduction to the three sisters & a song by one of the rejected suitors
Let's imagine them several years younger than they are now
These lyrics were inspired by a short story written by Martha McFee

04. Three Sisters
Music: Au-Dag, Kara-Dag & Demirji; 
Lyrics: Au-Dag & Martha McFee
Three sisters on the side of the road 
Are selling lemonade every Sunday afternoon.
Three Sisters – Faith, Hope & Juliette -
Mom won’t be back from the therapy anytime soon!

Three sisters – the daffodils in bloom!
And the scent of long grass is filling the air.
Three girls: so much to gossip about,
To bicker about, to learn, to talk & to share

I was there, the price was fair.
I paid in full, but they left me dry! 
I was there, enjoyed fresh air,
Green grass and the clear blue sky.
But I left like an Englishman, 
without saying “goodbye”!

Three Sisters so clean - it is squeaking!
So nosy – it must be some family trait!
The daughters of Eve did not kill each other -
They stood on the side of the road & sold lemonade.

04 Three Sisters

this song describe an axiom shared by the family 

05 Book is the Best Gift

Three Questions
lyrics: Stav Au-Dag, music: Pepsi-Kolia                                                  capo 3

There were three little piglets.                 E E
Each was building a home:                                    G D
One of straw, one of branches,                          E E
And the smart one, of stone.                               G A
They were three little piglets,                         E E
And they felt so alone;                                         G D
They had three nagging questions Am Bm 
They discussed on the phone.              C D

Who’s in charge/ who's to blame?             EAGD (3) E Am B
What should we do? 
And where oh where living is good?

They asked three-headed dragon,
They asked three legged man,
They had three strikes and out
With a crazy-ass plan.
They asked three funny stooges:
Rabbi, mufti & priest;
They contacted the spirits
Of untimely deceased.

But they couldn't get closer - 
Nothing ever felt right.
Then the wolf showed up -
They had a terrible fight.
And the three nagging questions  Am Bm 
Remain unanswered till now.              C Bm 
That's why questions like these    Am Bm
We don't really allow!                                  C D

06 Three Questions

Home for the Holidays 
Music: Mike Kara-Dag, Cecile Chatyr-Dag & Stav Au-Dag, lyrics: Stav Au-Dag

Home is where they must take you in;
(And they are always ready to feast);
And holidays, they are in between
Excitement, heartache & spleen.

And relatives are a random bunch,
So stay aw¬¬ay if you can’t take a punch;
But if it were otherwise, it wouldn’t count for much!

And truth is a salad, it’s a pilaf.
Truth has nothing to do with love!
Truth is a salad, it’s a stew.
Truth is coming right after you!

And the weekend is too short & too long,
But here is where you belong;
And there’s no choice you must carry on.
And truth is a salad

07 Home For Holidays

Getting Old
Music: Mike Kara-Dag & Yona Subotkan, Lyrics: Stav Au-Dag

I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
I’m twenty-eight – it makes me shiver!
I start to notice when I’m sober
I don’t look good in every mirror.
I’m getting old - I’m getting fat...
I can’t lose weight; I feel unwanted.
Some dreams came true, but all in all
I lost all hope that I’m anointed.

I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
Will I go bold – will I go south?
With all that’s going on around
We can’t afford another mouth!

I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
I can’t go on like Bunny Energizer
I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
But I have hope I’m getting wiser
Tic-tac getting older
Everyday!

I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
My feet are cold – I was so clever!
But now I know I’m getting old,
And I won’t go on forever!
I’m getting old – Will I pull through?
Will I be able to retire
On a warm island paradise
Before I give up & expire?

I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
I can’t go on like Bunny Energizer
I’m getting old - I’m getting old…
But I have hope I’m getting wiser

08 Getting Old

Lost on the Island
Music: Mike Kara-Dag & Cecile Chatyr-Dag; 
lyrics: Stav Au-Dag

You’re lost at sea 
But the sea is lost on you 
The fish & the weeds & the colours
You’re lost in the forest
But the forest is lost on you
The birds & the plants & the sounds

You have a chance 
But you’re just passing through 

You’re lost in your feelings
But the feelings just overwhelm
And you lose your self reliance
You’re lost on the island
But the beauty of it is lost on you
All symbolism & wisdom & silence

09 Lost On The Island

The Old Port in October
Lyrics: Joseph Brodsky & Stav Au-Dag; 
Music: Stav Au-Dag

In October. Sunrise. In the Old Port.
And the waves come crushing the pier,
As the pods of the naked acacia trees 
Wave the tourists goodbye till next year.
And the rays through the hoary clouds
Are lukewarm when they reach the ground.
Hats of snow on the nearby mountains
Can already be seen from the sound.

Every day now the evenings get longer
And it rains more often & the winds blow stronger
But the Orchestra still plays by the pier
If somebody listens they persevere 

And the aurtecs fly round for the last time
Reluctantly leaving Crimea -
Going south for several months.
So, the summer is gone

And the winter is here. So the evenings get longer
And it’s foggy at times & the winds blow stronger
Every day now it rains & rains
But the magical feeling still largely remains.

10 Old Port In October

Magical Crimea's Small Orchestra of Hope is the musical equivalent of a traveling circus, an 7-person band that plays high-energy rock based Balkan Music, sure to bring a smile to your step as well as your step! (Hour Community, June 30, 2011, p. 6)

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