Nature Is My Atelier!

Nature is where I practise my songs.

I was week long on a musical retreat and I often went in the woods to practise the songs I will be singing with my POROK KARPO band in Munich. This song was originally sung by Dolma Kyab in Tibet. I am just trying to learn the song by heart for the Porok Karpo Concert. Here i am not concerned about how it sounds but more the text getting in my heart. I have no specific atelier but I use the nature as my practise room. And thats the best place to practise. Go out in the nature and sing!!!! This is my advice for all those who love singing.

Here is the text of the song:

The snow mountains,
The celestial presence on the ground
Whose dream was robbed and where?
What’s left behind?
Whose small shoes were withered by the wind?
[I] miss my own home land
Oh Snow Mountain
I laid eyes on you when I am born
I am stuck to you when I grow old.
Oh Home Land
The snow afar has turned into rain,
My eyes are filled with rain water
I dearly miss my loved ones
Oh how I wish for them to return.

The blue water of snow,
Flow tenderly across the land
Whose wish was robbed and where?
What’s left behind?
Whose base is tightened by freeze?
Whose neck (voice) was choked?
Oh Snow Water
I drank the snow water when I was born
I cherish you as I grow old
Oh Fatherland,
The snow afar has turned into rain,
My eyes are filled with rain water
I dearly miss my loved ones
Oh how I wish for them to return.

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