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Parody on the 'victory sisters' from Lugansk

There is a huge country on our planet
That will break apart into smaller countries.
Rich nature and massive lands -
Everything will be taken by China.
 
My precious washing machine
Came into SDEK, 1 sent by my husband.
The husband himself, unfortunately, didn't come,
At least in one piece. (into heaven)
 
In the regions there's famine,
And countless war crimes,
And peaceful skies above,
Well, for the exception of Belgorod.
(Why are you on about this again,
we don't see the whole picture)
 
Ta-ta ta-ra-ra,
Putin is copying Hitler,
The camps are not here yet
Because there's no money for the crematoria.
 
I was born here, so here I'll be useful,
And will explode in my tank for Putin,
Will burn some Ukranians' beloved house
And everyone inside of it. (fake)
 
My precious washing machine
Came into SDEK, sent by my husband.
The husband himself, unfortunately, didn't come,
But hey, ten thousand rubles! 2 (and army boots)
 
Putin is sad once again in his bunker,
And a tear drops into the bath of blood.
It's such a pity USSR fell apart -
Now there is only SS.
 
Be glorified, my dear
New Russian swastika.
We've put a Z onto a red cross -
A Fascist infirmary. (yes!)
 
The future of our nation
Is to pay reparations for the next 100 years,
And our children will be beggars,
But Putin is awesome!
 
I'll put on my Fascist uniform
And march in it across the Red Square.
Putin would've liked to do so as well
But all the Botox doesn't let him. (to get up)
 
Be glorified, my dear
Mass mobilization!
We'll give everyone firearms,
Let's see what happens next. (revenge)
 
Be glorified, my dear
Russian Mother Anarchy!
Who will the people shoot
Try to guess!
 
Alas, we don't see all the fine details
And that Russia is in an abyss.
Oh how we will be surprised
By the fact that Putin is a terrorist. (damn)
 
My precious washing machine
Came into SDEK, sent by my husband.
And a free Ipad, too,
And Putin is very happy about that. (Hurray!)
 
  • 1. an express delivery service in Russia
  • 2. the amount of money ($162) wives were paid for their dead husbands, and not everyone got it


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2025.03.14.

Falling More in Love with You





Thank you for always being you
Who with much patience understands
My difficult moments
So many of which you are not to blame
And that I inadvertently cannot avoid
 

Thank you for always being like that
Sharing your days with me
Loving and romantic
Putting so much joy into things
Telling me, love, that my life is your life
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling more in love
Those two kisses that you give me
After the loving
After the many times that I have slept in your arms
You look at me and tell me
I love only you
Falling in love together
And when you are not here
I really do not know what to do
 

Thank you for always being like that
A companion and lover that is
Loving and romantic
That always gives me another opportunity
For me to understand that I have to change
 

Falling more in love with you
Every minute, every moment
Falling even more in love
Today I promise to truly put my heart
Into everything that I do
Because you and I
Must understand each another,
Truly love each another
 

Falling more in love with you
Time goes by and I
Love you more each day
 


2025.03.14.

The day starts





The day starts for me and her at the same time early in the morning
I'm already there, at her house, and soon she's stepping out.
 

It's bright, she's hurries, walks to the tram, I join.
 

She doesn't see me at all. She reads a book, it's a romantic novel.
 

Accidentally I bump her toes with my foot.
I say 'please excuse me', then she whispers 'please' and nothing else.
 

And she doesn't look at me, she reads the novel.
 

This has been going on for weeks. How will I ever get lucky again?
 

The ride back has to be different, I take my chances, I invite her: 'Reality', so I start, 'will be better than your novel, my lady. Put the book away and become mine.'
 

Then the tram came, she read her book, it was the same novel. But as the tram rolled in everything I wanted to say, what I had planned got under the wheels. And she didn't look at me, she read the novel.
 

(1971)
 


2025.03.14.

Empty space





I guess I didn't know at the time that I was lonely
That after a while it'll pierce my heart
When even the familiar air becomes murky
When even cruel love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Emotions that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me
Come back to me
 

I don't even have any regrets anymore
When even the promised love turns its back on you
 

An empty space in the corner of my heart
That can neither be filled nor replaced
 

Empty space
There's a hole
The pain that only grows
Please come back to me come back
 

Empty space
Feelings that can't be fulfilled
Alone anymore
Please come back to me come back
 


2025.03.14.

Come and play with me





Come and play with me
The game of love
How it'll be with us one day
Come and play with me
The old game of love
Of tenderness
And the game of fortune
And of sorrow
What will you love me for
What will you hate me for?
And when will you
Let me walk away from you?
Are we loyal to eachother, again and again?
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.
 

I often think about
What will be
When it's not spring anymore
Will love last or not?
When we know
How one feels
When one doesn't play
This game anymore
When one lives it
Will it all be over
Will it just start?
What will we cry about
What will we cry about?
Life will be,
What we make it.