ANGELA.

If you wish to contact the singer, write to:

lada.alekseychuk@yahoo.ca

SOUL AND HEART

We who have lost our peace and sleep,
Won't ever say: why?
Lips that do not want kisses,
Are not these lips, oh my dear!
I call you but you do not answer
To spite me.

Let's remain thus: soul and heart,
Let us not be without each other anymore,

Not even for an hour,
This desire for you makes me scared,
To live with you,
Only with you,
In order not to die!

Why we say bitter words,
If goodness can live with a sigh.
If you suffer for this love,
Let's remain so .... soul and heart!

This desire for you makes me scared,
To live with you,
Always with you,
So as not to die.
Why we say bitter words,
If goodness can live with a sigh.
If you suffer for this love,
Let's remain so .... soul and heart!

ANIMA E CUORE

Noi che abbiamo perso la pace e il sonno,
non ci diciamo mai: perché?
Bocche che baci non vogliono,
non sono queste bocche, o mia cara!
Se anche ti chiamo non rispondi
per fare dispetto a me.

Teniamoci così: anima e cuore,
Non lasciamoci più, neanche per un'ora,
questo desiderio di te mi fa paura,
vivere con te,
solo con te,
per non morire!

Per quale motivo ci diciamo parole amare,
se il bene può vivere con un respiro.
Se soffri anche tu per questo amore,
teniamoci così....anima e cuore!
Questo desiderio di te mi fa paura,
vivere con te,
sempre con te,
per non morire.
Per quale motivo ci diciamo parole amare,
se il bene può vivere con un respiro.

Angela is a singing paradox: she is deaf and she is a singer.

To hear others speak or to hear herself sing, Angela has to wear hearing aid.

However, what we perceive as an alienating handicap, she perceives as something normal, even desirable.

She explained it so:” Most people hide behind words. By not being distracted by lies, I concentrate on body language which tells much more than any words ever could or would. Observing how others laugh and noticing that their eyes are sad, I would think : ”Why are they laughing, why do they have to fake happiness?”. When a friend would say, “I am happy to see you”, but with her gestures showed exactly the contrary, I would notice it immediatelly and would not take it for truth.

Once, after having been successfully operated for deafness, I had a dream: tiny dwarfs were hovering over my year which appeared like a gigantic cave, with a rope they were pulling out a brown tap which was hidden inside the ear. When they succeded, I looked into it and saw that there was another tap, a white one, a spiritual desire for deafness. I did not want to hear.”

I did, especially her songs. Angela's performnce of Napoletan ancient songs was so witty and charming that once one heard them , it was impossible to forget it. She was a true folk singer, the kind that would pull out her guitar and give most brilliant, wiity performance any time to anyone who asked, “Angelina, sing!”.

For many years that we did not see each other I lived with hope that one day I will hear her sing, one day I will come back to that ever falling cliff, she will pull out her guitar with laughter....

It was not easy: the place is difficult to reach. When it finally happened and I asked her to sing, Angela nodded her head grimly and exclaimed, “Oh no, here nobody sings, nobody dances any more. This place has turned into a cottage town where live pharmacy owners. I do not sing either since quite awhile! Who needs it: I have not made a penny from it, I have to do dishes, wash floors, do any kind of stupid job to survive, compliments which people say are empty...” It took me long time to convince her, but eventually she performed this ancient love song whose words contained paradox as well, like every Just In from Eternity.