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Tryzuby Stas - Екскурсія по Києву (Exkursia po Kyevu) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


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Tour around Kyiv

Good day, my name is Ivan
This is our central square
It's a symbol of independence
It is beautiful fountain.
I ask to take dollar one,
throw it down in this fountain
and then goes everybody
in Haydamakian restaurant.
 
Here we have complex lunch,
We will dinner have to eat
Mister cook! Eight portions,
plus 2 chaffeurs and a guide.
At lunch we will have a banana
and vareniks in sour cream.
And who wants, can have
russian vodka in a glass.
 
Who finished eating, I ask, please,
everyone after me go down
Now we will go in an autobus
to Andriyivskyy descent.
Here is a beautiful view of it.
look out window, mister Pitt!
This descent - is not a ditch,
this is humpy street.
 
Here in the kiosk - Kaiser-Bier,
and opposite to it - monastery.
And this is for you Yeltsin like matryoshka
and another souvenir
Here - medals, orders,
piece of the Berlin wall...
And this - Khruschev's glasses
and Andropov's pants
 
Who bought - store in case
and let's go together at our place.
And who wants, I on Kodak,
could take horror-face.
Everyone after me, everyone common -
our trip: go on.
Now we go degustation
sugar beet moonshine.
 
Together making by mouthful
from this drink from sugar beet.
Please onion, to smell
and by slices of garlic...
I watch, miss, it didn't work out for you -
on blue water pulled.
This is it as it must be -
the first time teaches.
 
And this is the Pechersk Lavra.
There Nestor himself worked.
He was terrible wise,
like a Oxfordian bachelor.
Nestor was a normal friend,
good friends understand.
Who with the portraits wants to drink -
three dollars in my hand.
 
Darling womens,darling man,
Darling ladies-gentleman!
one two three, fuck five, six, seven...
And where is the bald? Eight, nine, ten.
I'm already five years with you,
my head swolled, fuck.
The whole bus make registration
and the chaffeur would be his clean...
 
Now we go in the hotel -
and so everyone sleeps very well.
and so no walkie-talkies,
because to you Kyiv is not brothel.
And at morning everyone is at the airport -
And screw you to the beach in your Oxford.
And welcome to Ukraine,
and goodbye, and let devil be with you!
 


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2024.10.05.

Missing





I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon that swims upstream
and, defying the arrows, the bears, and the fishermen
arrives at the season of love.
 

I'll search for you in the eyes of the last friend,
I'll listen to the tolling of an ancient heart.
I'll search on the body of a lonely woman
the last “I love you” lost in her throat.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven’t seen “love”,
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

I'll search for you among the desks of an old schoolhouse
where in your book I left you a pansy.
I'll search in a song of revolution
another feeling and a song.
 

I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon swimming upstream,
a little hero at the risk of dying,
you give life to the sea for love.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

And they no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven't seen 'love',
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

Dear missing love.
 

~~~~~
 

Dear missing love.
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn't forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn't dreamed
It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more peace
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart of one who hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that they haven’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”