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โ€œNot everything that touches the soul fits into grammar.
And not everything worth saying can be translated.โ€

โ€” Tymur Levitin


โ€œPomolimsya za roditeleyโ€ โ€” Let us pray for our parents โ€” is a Russian song that speaks, not to the ear, but to the memory.
Itโ€™s performed by two men โ€” Shura (Aleksandr Medvedev), bold and broken, and Soso Pavliashvili, calm and deep โ€” both of them grown sons singing not just a song, but a confession.

This is not a religious hymn.
Itโ€™s a human whisper:

โ€œI love you, Mom.
Forgive me, Dad.
I didnโ€™t mean to be far.โ€


๐ŸŽ™๏ธ Two Men, One Wound

They come from different worlds:

  • Shura, a queer-coded, scandalous artist of the Russian 90s, known for glitter, pain, and unapologetic vulnerability.
  • Soso Pavliashvili, a Georgian musician raised in tradition, bringing masculinity with grace and weight.

And yet, together, they sound like one grown man standing at the door of his parents’ home, whispering through the years:

โ€œI grew up too fast. But I never stopped being your child.โ€


๐Ÿ’” Let the Lyrics Speak

ะฏ ะพั‚ะฟะธะป ัƒ ะฒะทั€ะพัะปะพะน ะถะธะทะฝะธ ั€ะฐะฝะพโ€ฆ
I drank from adult life too earlyโ€ฆ

ะ ะฒะพั‚ ัะตะนั‡ะฐั ะฑั‹ ัƒะฑะตะถะฐั‚ัŒ โ€” ะฒ ะดะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะพ ัƒะฑะตะถะฐั‚ัŒโ€ฆ
Right now, I wish I could run โ€” run back to childhood.

ะšะฐะบ ั…ะพั‡ัƒ ะบ ั‚ะตะฑะต ะฟั€ะธะถะฐั‚ัŒัั, ะผะฐะผะฐโ€ฆ
How I want to hold you close, Momโ€ฆ

ะ˜ ะฟะฐะฟะต ั‚ะฐะนะฝั‹ ั€ะฐััะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒโ€ฆ
And tell Dad all the secrets I never told.

ะ’ั‹ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะธั‚ะต ะผะฝะต ั€ะฐะทะปัƒะบะธ ะณั€ะตัˆะฝะพัั‚ัŒโ€ฆ
Forgive me the sin of distanceโ€ฆ

ะ˜ ะฒ ั‡ะฐั, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัั‚ะฐะฝะตั‚ ั…ะพะปะพะดะฐั‚ัŒ โ€”
ะธั… ะดัƒัˆะธ ัะฒะตั‡ะฐะผะธ ัะพะณั€ะตะตะผโ€ฆ

And when it starts getting cold โ€”
weโ€™ll warm their souls with candles.


๐Ÿ” The Word You Canโ€™t Translate: Greshnostโ€™

In Russian, ะณั€ะตั… means โ€œsinโ€.
But ะณั€ะตัˆะฝะพัั‚ัŒ means something much softer and sadder:
a kind of quiet moral pain, shame not from action, but from absence.

Itโ€™s not just โ€œguiltโ€.
Itโ€™s not just โ€œsinโ€.
Itโ€™s a word that doesnโ€™t exist in English.
Or German. Or Spanish. Or Hebrew.

In Slavic languages, being far from your parents is not just unfortunate โ€” itโ€™s wrong.
And thatโ€™s what makes this song impossible to translate literally.


๐Ÿ•ฏ โ€œWarm Their Souls With Candlesโ€

This image โ€” warming a soul with a candle โ€” sounds strange in English.
In Russian, itโ€™s natural. Soft. Sacred.

In English, candles โ€œlightโ€ things.
In Russian, they heal memories.

Thatโ€™s why we must not just translate โ€” we must rebuild the meaning.


๐ŸŒ 7-Language Translations โ€” and What Fails in Each

๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง English

Let us pray for our parents โ€”
the living and the gone.
When the world grows cold,
let our hearts be the candles that warm their souls.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: Sounds clean and poetic, but โ€œprayโ€ may feel too religious. โ€œWarm their soulsโ€ is emotionally right.


๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ Ukrainian (ะฟะพะตั‚ะธั‡ะฝะฐ ะฐะดะฐะฟั‚ะฐั†ั–ั)

ะŸะพะผะพะปั–ะผะพัั ะทะฐ ะฑะฐั‚ัŒะบั–ะฒ โ€”
ะทะฐ ะถะธะฒะธั… ั– ั‚ะธั…, ั…ั‚ะพ ะฒะถะต ะฒ ัะฒั–ั‚ะปั–.

ะšะพะปะธ ั…ะพะปะพะฝะต ะดัƒัˆะฐ,
ะฝะตั…ะฐะน ะฝะฐัˆั– ัะตั€ั†ั ัั‚ะฐะฝัƒั‚ัŒ ัะฒั–ั‡ะบะฐะผะธ.

ะŸั€ะพะฑะฐั‡ั‚ะต ะฝะฐะผ ะผะพะฒั‡ะฐะฝะฝั,
ะฟั€ะพะฑะฐั‡ั‚ะต ะฒั–ะดัั‚ะฐะฝัŒ โ€” ะผะธ ะฒัะต ะฟะฐะผโ€™ัั‚ะฐั”ะผะพ.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: Emotionally exact. โ€œะŸะพะผะพะปั–ะผะพััโ€ is grammatically correct, and the imagery of light, distance, and memory is beautifully preserved.


๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช Georgian

แƒ›แƒแƒ“แƒ˜แƒ— แƒ•แƒ˜แƒšแƒแƒชแƒแƒ— แƒ›แƒจแƒแƒ‘แƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒ—แƒ•แƒ˜แƒก โ€”
แƒชแƒแƒชแƒฎแƒšแƒ”แƒ‘แƒ˜แƒกแƒ—แƒ•แƒ˜แƒก แƒ“แƒ แƒ›แƒแƒ—แƒ—แƒ•แƒ˜แƒก, แƒ•แƒ˜แƒœแƒช แƒฉแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒจแƒ˜แƒ.
แƒ แƒแƒชแƒ แƒกแƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒชแƒ˜แƒ•แƒ“แƒ”แƒ‘แƒ,
แƒฉแƒ•แƒ”แƒœแƒ˜แƒ•แƒ” แƒกแƒ˜แƒงแƒ•แƒแƒ แƒฃแƒšแƒ˜ แƒ˜แƒงแƒแƒก แƒ›แƒ–แƒ”.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: Replaces candle with sun โ€” culturally powerful and warmly emotional.


๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช German

Lasst uns fรผr unsere Eltern beten โ€”
fรผr die Lebenden und diejenigen, die in uns weiterleben.
Wenn es kalt wird,
lassen wir unsere Liebe ihr Licht sein.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: German prefers โ€œlightโ€ over โ€œwarmthโ€. โ€œWรคrme der Seeleโ€ sounds strange โ€” tone must be adapted.


๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ Spanish

Recemos por nuestros padres โ€”
los que estรกn, y los que viven en nosotros.
Cuando todo se enfrรญa,
que el amor sea abrigo de su alma.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: โ€œAbrigoโ€ โ€” literally โ€œcoatโ€ โ€” is a powerful metaphor for warmth. Very effective and intimate.


๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท French

Prions pour nos parents โ€”
vivants ou partis, mais jamais absents.
Quand la vie devient froide,
que notre cล“ur reste leur feu.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: French uses โ€œfeuโ€ (fire) instead of candle. The phrasing is refined, but may lack raw emotionality.


๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ Hebrew

ื ืชืคืœืœ ืขืœ ื”ื”ื•ืจื™ื ืฉืœื ื• โ€”
ื”ื—ื™ื™ื ื•ื”ืื—ืจื™ื ืฉื‘ืœื‘.
ื›ืฉืงืจ,
ื ืฉืžื•ืจ ืขืœื™ื”ื ื‘ืื•ืจ ื ืจ ื ืฉืžื”.

๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ Comment: โ€œื ืจ ื ืฉืžื”โ€ (ner neshama) โ€” literally โ€œa candle for the soulโ€ โ€” is a real Jewish tradition. This is the most naturally aligned translation.


๐Ÿง  This Is Why We Learn Languages

Not to pass a test.
Not to ask for directions.
But to say:

โ€œIโ€™m sorry I didnโ€™t call.โ€
โ€œI miss my fatherโ€™s voice.โ€
โ€œI miss my motherโ€™s hands.โ€
โ€œI wish I told you how much I love you.โ€

Thatโ€™s why at Levitin Language School, we donโ€™t just teach grammar.
We teach:

Meaning over rules.
Feeling over correctness.
Honesty over perfection.


๐ŸŽ“ Try This

  • Choose one line from the song.
  • Donโ€™t translate it.
  • Try to say it in your language, the way your soul would say it.

Translation is not finding the right word.
Itโ€™s finding the moment where meaning begins.


โœ๏ธ Final Words

This song is not about death.
Itโ€™s about not being late.

If we don’t say it โ€”
will our children say it for us?

So letโ€™s learn languages not just to speak,
but to mean what we say,
and say it โ€” while thereโ€™s still time.
Not only between two languages โ€” but between silence and speech.


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โœ๏ธ Author: Tymur Levitin
ยฉ Levitin Language School | Start Language School by Tymur Levitin
Founder. Translator. Teacher. Son.


๐Ÿ•ฏ Dedicated to everyone who still calls their parents.
And those who wish they could.

To those who miss their father’s voice…
and their mother’s hands.
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ยฉ Tymur Levitin