Leonid Kaganov - Курилы (Kurily) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English (poetic)

The Kuril Islands

To remove, boring, despondent question, like *Basho's poems, I would give the Kuriles to Japan, just like that, and I would bring it to the end! Don't pretend to have found the Balkans? Piece of heaven, strike me dead: cold, wind and cormorants peck the meagre moss, it’s so sad. No matter how hard you strain your eyes, in Google maps there is water from end to end. At best you will find Kamchatka, if you try, but never the Kuril Islands. Sheer grief, a chain of stones, as if the Lord had forgotten them. As if he began to make an autobahn across the ocean, but give up on. Of course, you can build origami cities, let's be clear. But - before the first tsunami. And the tsunami is always here.

Take it away! Out the door! It's not like people can live in this place - a blogger with a shit mirror has nowhere to put his case! So that changing lenses, in a hurry to return to the port, take a picture of this ugly fucking northern resort. And in the capital, sit on the butt, brew coffee in a pot, wash off poop in Photoshop and send photos to the blog: here the sun sets in the seas, here the cormorant shits on rocky shore... Well, it's like giving the Japanese the Urals, Siberia and much more! It's like surrendering to NATO, our army and our fleet! Voluntarily, no way, we are not mad! And moreover, the scale of shit is a hundred kilometres by a hundred. And on the scale of the whole of Russia, consider this area, at best, it’s like they asked us to give out three centimetres or less, from a plot of a private dacha, where there is a nettle and a fence. To solve an old dispute with the help of this program, there is still a chance and have a beer with a neighbour. Or two hundred grams of moonshine. No, we jerk off on his door, with a cry of “bitch, I won’t give back a dime!”

Personally, I have two hundred square meters: a flower bed, a table and a toilet bowl. A place to drink, and it's not *Peter, but there is no place to fall. But in the corner, where there is dirt and shit, I would give away three centimetres. I do not mind. Take it if you need it!

The neighbour has little space - and it has always been like this. Where our seagull defecates, he will build big cities. In the cities - blackjack and geishas, skyscrapers, and the rising sun. So, make their country more spacious, quickly give them a bunch of pebbles and water from the ocean. Let them dig caves and resist the waves with their ass! Let them build the factories and drive Toyotas to us! Not out of boredom, in fact, they greedily laid their eyes: after all, they owned the Kuriles, and now they belong to us! What to do with rubbish? Nothing has been done. Like an iPhone for fools. We did not repair roads near Ryazan. No money, no tools! And for these stones - in the ass of the Earth - they will, jumping like children, sing praises to us for a thousand years! In general, no matter what our press and TV say, I would give them the Kuriles! Hey, Japan, have it your way!

After all, fifty years will fly by - it will flash like a hundred epochs. And then we'll see with our own eyes the last of the border posts. You live near *Tver, as before, but you pay taxes to Indian folk, say, outside your door - even Reykjavik, even Bangkok. You had breakfast in Paris, went to *Suzdal for a banquet. In Canada, you borrowed a pair of skis. and went hiking in Tibet. On the Internet, I worked on my lifestyle and went to the resort, at the turnstile handing over a pass to the airport. Even to the very ends of the earth you will fly in the twinkling of an eye. Would you like to visit the Kuril Islands? Please, don't cry! Sea and Rain. The stingy sun warms the stunted garden bed. Where the hell all the Japanese gone? Everyone left for Moscow instead.

No, let the morons tear the *telnyashka, let them, and fight in the press like lions. Personally, I would give away the Kuril Islands! Honestly! If they were mine, I would have given them away in a moment! And vice versa: to hell with you, if I were a prime minister, or, say, president.

I would make great speeches, open so many doors, visit world famous beaches and meet ambassadors. I would smile and nod to the Japanese from year to year. I would always muddy the waters - and always leak the answer everywhere. I would, affectionate and sweet, speak of friendship out loud. But in order to transfer the Kuriles, I quit ... I’m not a mug, I have my doubts. Am I then elected president by our entire nation, to give away our land? Am I crazy, or is it my imagination? I'm not sick, right? What if there are uranium deposits? And the descendants look at the map: “Who gave it away?! Kaganov!? Poet!?President of Russia, damn it! Tore the country apart! Didn't save it, put it up for scrap! We teach in school: during the years of power, he showed himself to be a mule. What did he think? Maybe he's thinks with his ass? What did he take in the Kremlin, what pills?! Brothers, this is not for us? No, I won't give you the Kuriles.

You are naïve fools here

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Arcana

Hear me
I want you to hear me
My cries
See me
As I want you to see me
Alive

Life
It feels eternal when you're close to me
A bird without its wings cannot be free
Your spirit feels a cold embrace that slowly fades
Rise
I see a future bright and crystal clear
Be brave, aim higher and don't disappear
Defy the odds
Into eternity and endlessly

Heal me
I want you to heal me
My heart

And in the dark I see you hiding from the light
Your destiny there written in the stars until the end of time

Heal me
I want you to heal me
My heart
See me
As I want you to see me
Alive

Breathe (breathe)
And through the pain and tears we truly feel
You'll find a way through chaos and all fear
No soul denies a symmetry that's meant to be
Fly (fly)
Your wings will catch the wind and set you free
Cast off the weight and dreams will reappear
A king and queen
Ride on eternally forever free

Free me
I long to be free

And in the dark I see you hiding from the light
Your destiny there written in the stars until the end of time

Hear me
I want you to hear me
My cries
See me
As I want you to heal me
To be alive

Step in the light, your heart is fighting for your life
We resonate, a dueled fate lives deep within the grand design

See me
I want you to see me
Hear me
As I want you to hear me
Free me (See)
I want you to free me (It's my time to rise from the debris)
Heal me (Break)
As I want you to heal me (All the chains on me)
See me (Breathe)
I want you to see me (And release the toxic energy)
Hear me (Find)
As I want you to hear me (Your serenity)
Be alive

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Megcsörrent megint a telefon

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Megcsörrent megint a telefon
Felvettem, de nem a szerelmem volt
Biztos még mindig haragszik rám nagyon

Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár
Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár

Mert csak ő ért meg,
csak ő fogad be engem,
ha fent vagy lent vagyok,
Ő a béke a belső fergetegben
ő a védelmem
ő a tükröződő lelkiállapot.

Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár
Milyen kár - á á á
Milyen kár

Mellette jobban magam vagyok
Mellette én egy angyal vagyok
Mellette én gyerek vagyok
Csupa béke, csupa szeretet
és türelem

Megcsörrent megint a telefon...

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If children would rule the world

I.went for a walk today
Through friendly streets
The friendly streets of my city
Everyone turns to look at me
To look at me curiously

Just one small, playful, friendly child
Small and mischievous
Looked at me with trust
He was singing and laughing as he played
Laughing and playing as I walked away

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

Everyone turns to look at me
To look at me curiously
People are ready to judge me when I smile
When I smile, they look at me with malice

Just one small, playful, friendly child
Small and mischievous
Looked at me with trust
He was singing and laughing as he played
Laughing and playing as I walked away

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

If children would rule the world
And instead of war, they would order play
Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

Mangament - Pornobisogno dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

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Porncraving

It is known everywhere
The girls of Venus
The girls of Venus are infected by Venereal Diseases
In fact no one goes to the primaries/chief physicians to vote,
Anyone with problems of the urinary tract
But I am the chairman
And I don´t care about nothing
And further
I started again with HIV-love
And I don´t understand why you are upset
you have no reason
If I told you that the result is positive, really
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You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
All the porn
Now I'm taking this sick word
And spread it to the whole electorate
This is a less invasive method
I will sit down in the armchair of a television talk show
And in a second I'll explain my program to you, so
Now I'm buying the TV, the love, newspapers and the Voodoo guru and I think
That this freedom is a little simple
As news, really
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
All the porn
All the porn
All the porn
And with a sick glow on the face
Saying: 'It's crazy not to carry this cross
Everyone thinks so much of themselves
So let it be, love,
And tell me, what am I to you?
What am I to you?