A keresés eredménye oldal 45

Bucharest

It stresses,it triggeres some,
But what does it matter?
Come with me if you wanna visit it
Don’t make illusions,it’s not what you think
It’s divided in neighborhoods by a bunch of sly boys
Every district has it’s own city boy
If you ask me where I live
I’ll say in Sălăjan,in the center of the periphery
Where corn knocks on your window
 
I was joking of course,
But better be careful
You don’t want to get in a fight with some nuthead
Because every kid has some money in his pocket
It’s a sly night so there’s no point
to explain to that kid that he’s nuts
Let him be with his nose up high
Because at every street corner you’ll find thousands of them
Maybe I forgot to tell you,but you’re in Bucharest!
 
You know it,this is Bucharest
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is a paradise of stray people
A country of tramps!
 
Cells,ladies that smile in Mercedeses
Kids and kiddos that beg for something to eat
In Balta Albă,Pantelimon,we go everywhere’s the same
Colentina,Titan,the same type of districts
Blocks and rough streets
Not everything is a dream
This was a little paradise
But now it’s a stray people paradise
 
In the summer heat
The season with lots of women
You can guess their curves in their way too tight clothes
And your mouth waters when you see them licking on their ice creams
And you almost forget you have a girl home waiting for you
You can’t stand the temptation
And the pile of money from your pocket is starting to thin badly
Perverted chicks
They shake it for money
While the arabs salivate around their tables
Anyway,be careful
Don’t mess it up,you don’t wanna get it
Because I forgot to tell you,this is...
 
You know it,It’s Bucharest,
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is the paradise of stray people,
A country of tramps!
 
Not everyone does illegal stuff
There’s a small percent that work everyday
For nothing,they work a whole life
But they know well that they won’t live well
Boys do combinations,they don’t care
Because in the end the innocent fall in the trap
At night,Bucharest,clubs are full
Why do they see life better from the bottom of the bottle.
 
This is the city I live in
Big and perverted
All I do is write another verse
To leave boys with their mouth wide open
My style of bad boy starts to get popular around them
And they can’t to nothing when I have my boys behind my back
They’re on my side,I’m like a brother to them
Respect Bucharest
The city I was born in
Wherever I’d go in the world,I won’t forget it.
 
You know it,this is Bucharest
You know it,you’re gonna get it
This is a paradise to stray people
A country of tramps!
 

A long time

I want problems
I want your pain to become mine
I want you to share with me your storms, your sorrows
For torrential nights
 
I want us to learn
I want to share your joys, your headaches
Your body makes me dizzy
And your hands lead me where nothing bothers us
 
I could tattoo our story on my arms
Put me through trouble as long as you're with me
It's you in this crazy world
I know it, it's everything
 
And I'd like this to last a long time
To wear out my skin on yours
One day, I'll forget it all, even my name
I'll just know that you're there, that you're beautiful, that you're mine
 
I'd like this to last 100 years
The reason never reaches
This confession, this wish to both dream all the same
Until one day, our eyes close
 
My evidence, you're my smile and my fortune card
I want us to fool around, to be free
To be joyful, to dance until the last silent moment
 
I'll go down the street if you need a roof
I could live naked if it means you're a little less cold
It's you in the crazy world
I know it, it's everything
 
And I'd like this to last a long time
To wear out my skin on yours
One day, I'll forget it all, even my name
I'll just know that you're there, that you're beautiful, that you're mine
 
I'd like this to last 100 years
The reason never reaches
This confession, this wish to both dream all the same
Until one day, our eyes close
 
And I'd like this to last a long time
To wear out my skin on yours
One day, I'll forget it all, even my name
I'll just know that you're there, that you're beautiful, that you're mine
 
I'd like this to last 100 years
The reason never reaches
This confession, this wish to both dream all the same
Until one day, our eyes close
 

Fisherman's Friend

Do you still claim to be an individual?
Just like the rats around you
Don't dream, don't imagine
You can't trust anyone
Didn't you see all the pointless shit?
Don't you understand what they are doing to you?
Don't you understand that no one cares?
 
I'm a bitter asshole
Who turned me into this?
 
Do you still claim to be an individual?
Just like the pigs around you
Don't dream, don't imagine
You can't trust anyone
Didn't you see all the pointless shit?
Don't you understand what they are doing to you?
Don't you understand that no one cares?
 
I'm a bitter asshole
Who turned me into this?
 

Aaron Burr, Uram

TÁRSULAT
1776. New York City
 
HAMILTON
Megbocsásson. Kegyed Aaron Burr, uram?
 
BURR
Az attól függ. Ki kérdez?
 
HAMILTON
Ó, hát hogyne, uram.
Alexander Hamilton volnék, alászolgája, uram.
Keresém már kegyedet.
 
BURR
Kezdek feszült lenni.
 
HAMILTON
Uram...
Princetonben hallám kegyed nevét. Tanulmányi eljárásomat valék gyorsítandó, mikor modhatni kihozott a sodromból a kegyed egy csatlósa. Adott esetben meg találhatám ütni. Ez zavaros, uram. Övék a pénzügyek?
 
BURR
A kincstárnokot üté meg kegyed.
 
HAMILTON
Igen!
Azt akarám csinálni, amit kegyed. Kettőre diplomázni, majd a forradalomhoz szegődni. Úgy néze rám, mintha félkegyelmű lennék, félkegyelmű pedig nem vagyok. Hogy csinálá tehát kegyed? Hogy szerzé oly gyorsan meg a diplomát?
 
BURR
Szüleim utolsó kívánsága vala, mielőtt elhunyának.
 
HAMILTON
Árva kegyed. Hát persze! Én árva vagyok.
Istenem, bár háború lenne!
Akkor bebizonyíthatnánk, hogy értékesebbek vagyunk
mint amin akárki alkudozott vala...
 
BURR
Meghívhatom kegyedet egy italra?
 
HAMILTON
Az kedves lenne.
 
BURR
Míg beszélünk, hadd lássam el kegyedet némi ingyen tanáccsal.
Beszéljen kevesebbet.
 
HAMILTON
Hogy?
 
BURR
Mosolyogjon többet.
 
HAMILTON
Aha.
 
BURR
Ne hagyja, hogy megtudják, mit támogat s mit opponál.
 
HAMILTON
Nem beszélhet komolyan.
 
BURR
Előre óhajt haladni?
 
HAMILTON
Igen.
 
BURR
A szájukat sűrűn jártató bolondok gyakran végzik holtan.
 
LAURENS
Yo yo yo yo yo!
Mennyi idő van?
 
LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN
Előadásidő!
 
BURR
...ahogy mondám...
 
LAURENS
Előadásidő! Előadásidő! Yo!
John Laurens vagyok ott, ahol lenni érdemes!
Két pintnyi Sam Adams, de dolgozom a hármon!
Nem akarnak velem balhét ama vöröskabátosok!
Mert mint csirkefalatot, roppantom össze az összes zsarut, míg szabad nem vagyok!
 
LAFAYETTE
Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette!
A forradalmi szereposztás Lancelotja!
Messziről jöttem, csak hogy 'Bonsoir!'-t mondhassak
Hogy le-'Casse toi!'-zzam a királyt! Ki a legjobb?
C'est moi!
 
MULLIGAN
Teshóó, teshóó, Hercules Mulligan vagyok,
Benne kötésig, imádom, igen, hallottam, ahogy az anyád mondta, 'jönnél újra?'
Kösd meg a lányaidat meg a lovaidat, persze.
Nehéz közösülni négy szett korzetten át...
 
LAURENS
Nincs több szex, tölts még egy párlatot, fiam!
Emeljünk párat még...
 
LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN
A forradalomra!
 
LAURENS
No, csak nem a Princeton egyetem csodagyereke!
 
MULLIGAN
Aaron Burr!
 
LAURENS
Adj nekünk egy versszakot, dobj le egy kis tudást!
 
BURR
Azzal sok szerencsét: álláspontot foglal.
Kegyed köp. Én leülök, meglátjuk, hogy puffan.
 
LAFAYETTE/MULLIGAN
Fuuuuj!
 
LAURENS
Burr, a forradalom már a spájzban van. Mire bukik?
 
HAMILTON
Ha semmit nem támogat, Burr, akkor min bukik majd?
 
LAURENS/MULLIGAN/LAFAYETTE
Ó.
 
LAURENS
Ki kegyed?
 
MULLIGAN
Ki kegyed?
 
LAFAYETTE
Ki kegyed?
 
LAURENS/MULLIGAN/LAFAYETTE
Ó, ki ez a kölyök? Mihez kezd majd?
 
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My Flesh Is Tender

In the yard, the neighbour who lives below me
Dribbles a ball, while chatting quietly
On the window, the rain forms crosses
I hurry, and the memory of a day starts up again
When we were normal, spitting at the wall
I return to myself, in front of this side of the lake, which knows nothing of adventure
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire of jubilation
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
To my right, the great fire
It's not wrong to have said that to you
To my left, a movement of the crowd
Of debauchery, the beginning of a new world order
Carousel, carnival
A flag of red, white and blue
Until a lava of ???*
Or a liberal witticism
Turn Asia to fire and blood
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire in the loins
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
In my soul, an arc of a circle
Where some children of the century catch fire
Under the seat, the train schedule
Light a candle, and fill yourself up
To rent or to sell,
My flesh is tender
 
i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word'.

On my way to the motel

On my way to the motel
I've been greeted by three chavs that were coming back from a party
They were taking a tea
And were arguing about life while they were going to the neighbourhood's Mass, at Colón*
 
On my way to the motel
While Pucho promised me he would give me a little bit from everything
I told him that rum
it wouldn't be a lack of it in the swamps of my farewell, and it's c'mon
 
And I'm already in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Because I'm in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Give me anything to drink
 
On my way to the motel
I've been greeted by three poofters that were coming back from cruising
They were taking a coffee
And were arguing about the Euribor while they were going to the neighbourhood's Mass, at Colón
 
On my way to the motel
While the naked muses were dancing to the sound of my song
It's my solution
To come to Marvel and tell you my experience, fasting, high as a kite
 
And I'm already in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Because I'm in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Give me anything to drink
 
And this is coming to the end, and this is going to be closed,
People are already going, close the fucking door
This is coming to the end, and this is going to be closed,
Turcana is coming to the bar, it's starting
The party is starting
 
And I'm already in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Because I'm in the motel, and I start drinking
And I start dancing and I start to encourage
Stupidity, give me anything to drink
Give me anything to drink
 

Take me away

Versions: #2
Take me away from the hostilities of the future days
From the reflections of the past because they'll come back
From the long breaths that hide the panic caused by hypochondria
Take me away from the belief of not being strong enough
When I fall against a monster bigger than me
Aware that sometimes all you have to do is to take life as it is
As it is, unpredictable
 
Take me away from the moments
From this invasive years
From every piece of time in which I can't find energies
My love,
Take me away
 
Take me away
When the fear comes back and I don't know how to respond
From the regrets of the mistakes that I keep doing
While I fight gritting my teeth, hiding bitterness inside a lie
Take me away
If there's a wall way too high for me to see my tomorrow
And you find me at its foot with my head in my hands
If between a lot of ways out I ask myself which one is the right one
Which is the right one
It's unpredictable
 
Take me away from the moments
From the void that you feel
Where anything could ever hurt me again, everywhere it is
My love,
Take me away
 
You
You can understand
This silence that defines the limit
Between my doubts and the reality
From here to eternity
Don't give up
 
Take me away from the moments
From this violent years
From every piece of time
In which I can't find energies
My love,
Take me away
 

What The Hell Have You Done?

What the hell have you done with my ruined heart?
Oh look at my ruined mood my crazy love/beloved, what the hell have you done to me?
Before your presence in my life, I was at ease of mind and used to live in the silk/cocoon of my habits
What the hell have you done to my butterfly/astonished mood? (The butterfly, hovering around a light source until getting burned, is the symbol of astonishment)
What the hell have you done to me?
 
With no need to be drunk, I’m boozy, because of the wine glasses of your eyes
My bar room {i.e. eyes} is boozy/languid due to the wine of your eyes
What the hell have you done to me? What have you done?
Do you think my shoulder didn’t deserve to be leaned upon by you? (i.e.: I deserve to be relied on by you)
What the hell have you done to heal the grief of my shoulder in the lack of being leaned upon by you? (i.e.: What a pity, you didn’t stay with me?)
What the hell have you done to me?
 
You depressed/exhausted me and went wearily by yourself without me
Oh Traveler, what the hell have you done to my house {i.e. eyes} suffering from the lack of your presence?
What the hell have you done to me?
My mental world is full of wet tears/rain, because of my cry for not having you in my life
 
What the hell have you done with my ruined heart?
Oh look at my ruined mood my crazy love/beloved, what the hell have you done to me?
 

Colonel Hathi's March

One, two, three, four
Heads up, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
With pride, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
 
All together!
We must patrol here
That is the elephants' duty
Each morning here
We'll be standing on time
Because we are soldiers
Because we are soldiers
 
One, two, three, four
All in place, two, three, four
 
In a line or in threes
On the roads of the forest
We march with might
In the right tempo
In a proper military style
In a proper military style
 
Turn to the rear!
 
One, two, three, four
Heads up, two, three, four
Turn to the rear!
 
Company, halt!
 

Recollections 1-8

I.
 
A| Small town, a mixed bunch of
B| ocupants in place of refugees
C| on two floors furnished rooms,
D| where there were no ghosts, and no living too
E| in the sideboard faience, ear made from porcelain
F| room with furniture in the retro style
G| wardrobe hangers, but no musty clothes
H| boots standing to attention as if redying themselves to march
A1| and at a neighbor (no elevator in the building)
A1| still geburstag meat from some cheap butchery,
A| as if the show was starting again,
B| but is it worth to look so carefully,
C| if the doors of all tenements
D| are open wide because it is now finished:
E| the war toil of successful annexations
F| so oblivion had sank into obscurity
G| and for those who did not believe or denied the one and only truth
H| they sent valenki from a penal company
A2| as for Joseph born from mother from over the Bug
A2| because he had extra stuff packed
 
II.
 
A| Good Father Of The Nation via his intermediaries,
B| chameleons of a mirror tint
C| when boys returned from the West,
D| listened the dripping of the drops on the grave
E| since Emily was unaware of the facts|
F| she played on the harmony at saturday weddings
G| in nearby villages that with a Prussian wall
H| simpered to the strangers from cross-border cottages|
A1| but because it was needed, she allowed|
A1| perhaps a spark of faith still flickered in her
A| that it is possible to squeeze the soul out of the eagle-crested buttons|
B| as if she was thinking about the greatest treasure
C| if her play will please foreigners
D| she'll have the strength to long
E| she'll see the light, but not in these houses,
F| because at that time nobody wanted to use an oil lamp
G| to be able to blend in with that architecture
H| of commendments from unreachable heights|
A2| you were not to blame, Emily
A2| because the scale as inclined plane
 
III.
 
A| The simplest of the machines without Newton's laws
B| mass inertia in the rotation circle
C| pavement on the Żeromskiego street, then,
D| trampled down by people living corpses out of nowhere
E| because the weight of the weights was mistaken
F| netting of the fences with a throng of looters
G| and so, happy childhood has passed
H| on the retrieved but less prolific land
A1| than chernozems pigs and pork fat
A1| spring grown in winter crops from grain
A| because in the adolescent-grounds it is impossible to beat
B| clever brats, though empty heads
C| mothers who wanted to have an educated one
D| so that he would not have to bow to the straw
E| before bedtime more important than any other factor
F| apart from the creaking floor and the room
G| with evergreen pine needles outside the window
H| he was more than bottle-washer
A2| like rusted neighbor's tractor
A2| whose immobility nothing now will stop
 
IV.
 
A| Joseph was sent to confess his own guilts,
B| which dripped from the tap to the mourning
C| for those who had cut arteries
D| and for those whom God has forgiven in the name of
E| freedom of the speech from ear to ear
F| and through the peephole they often
G| secretly observed him in his cage concrete
H| as he was sleeping in the standing pose
A1| the only right pose behind the red wall
A1| without any hope for a rope and a noose
A| eating potato peelings every day
B| and cabbage as an apetizer
C| he thought about bread in an elite rye,
D| about bird sounds and about this girl
E| left to be able to listen
F| noises of Smotrycz's victory, but with a defeat
G| of two nations hipnosis' puzzle
H| which suits, but not in kolkhoz
A2| because he with himself pushed the heavy handcart up
A2| counting the stumbles of warped wheels
 
V.
 
A| And the Easter rattle of the kulaks
B| was reminding about cleaning of the windows
C| to see better but not necessarily know
D| what should be consecrated in the basket
E| of useful gifts needed for tomorrow
F| then in the attic bran and flour
G| and behind the barn in the brog - empty ears
H| for those who are ready to search with the pitchfork
A1| even without teeth if only to smell out anything
A1| for the last time and not the first
A| declamation of unreadable characters
B| does not entitle to daydreaming
C| of copper tint in the given inheritance
D| and in the transitory nature of defective memory
E| to manage to note down the facts before the reveille
F| because in reality it is not separation anymore
G| but uniting with the only aftermath
H| after whipping everyone supposedly healthy
A2| because it has been possible to partially heal the marks
A2| sewing solid Yalta peasants' coats
 
VI.
 
A| Equating not one god
B| with lepers inside and from over the river
C| far away, where dreams had been left
D| rotten junk shreds of will
E| memories about battles and defense effects
F| where no stone will arise on the stone
G| nor behind a wall called a fence
H| from humanity and side effects
A1| totally not authentic moral attitudes
A2| in the formulation of nickel silver until today it reflects
A| with the victory of defeat in the ways of the time
B| and on the foreground near and far
C| orange blue and white
D| sails of sinking ships were rolled up
E| but it is impossible to end once and for all
F| because still on the back needless mark
G| of a past which it is difficult to call a shadow
H| if she is still groping in the dark
A2| or wants to anoint the wound inflamed
A2| in one of the pro publico bono temples
 
VII.
 
A| Fragrance of incense over the city
B| the vanity of conflagration of the ashes in a small urn
C| via God's delegates
D| on the battlefield among the living
E| times since the celebration of the anniversary
F| of old illnesses of mind and body
G| children of jugglers in a travelling cinema
H| of indifference, because in such a nation
A1| one can choose to make it better
A1| so the clumsy commandment of love lives on
A| but the ceremony of washing the feet is still preferred
B| and it can be assumed that will understand
C| rhyme so complicated priest Robak and terror
D| do not look back and be ahead of them all the time
E| not in the bastion of party savages
F| with wisdom washed out of their minds by
G| grist to the small mill in verbal pantomime
H| neatly packed in paper boats
A2| drawings in sails with a lame mare
A2| scraps of notes with muddy paint they'll stitch
 
VIII.
 
The sun sets and rises at the same time
and from the sleep wakes up and to sleep puts
uncountability of years days and hours
on junkyards, saturated with blood yards of
wrecks and people with a dead conscience
but doom not for all is destined,
because they say that there is predestination
written but no one knows the place
and whether it is connected with a specific name
or maybe depends on bad luck or good forutne
the colour of one's skin or dwelling-place,
ambiguity of the resident's role
and please, don't say to what you are inclined
wherever you are among what events
because there are contemplations unfinished
or they evoke only disgust
because I still feel like an adversary
 
Commentary:
 
The poem Recollections occupies a special place in Wieslaw Musialowski's work due to the length and rhythmic pattern used, which allows for a variety of readings.
 
The poem concerns the history of Emilia Musialowska, grandmother of Wieslaw Musialowski, and the tragic fate of her son Joseph.
 
Emilia Musialowska, née Szczepańska, born in Kamieniec Podolski, was exiled to Irkutsk with her family. After the end of the Second World War she returned to Kamieniec, and then, after the division of Europe in Yalta, she left for Poland, to the city of Niemodlin, which was a part of former German territories. She lived in a small apartment on Żeromskiego street. Wanting to unite the whole family, she convinced her youngest son Joseph to return to Poland from Belgium. After his return he was immediately arrested by the Secret Political Police (UB) under the suspicion of spying for the Allies. He was detained in a tiny cell, he was beaten and tormented in a sophisticated manner to confess to espionage.
 
One of the forms of torture used was the dripping water, which dripped constantly, never stopping, twenty-four hours a day.
 
Every now and then, Joseph Musialowski was released from the prison and locked in a mental hospital, where various pharmaceuticals had been administered to him.
 
After a few years of such 'therapy', he died.
 

Camila, Camila

After the last party night
Crying and waiting until dawn, dawn
The things happen with some reason
With some reason
 
After the last rainy night
Crying and waiting until dawn, dawn
Sometimes i ask him to leave
To leave
 
Camila
Camila, Camila
 
And i'm, who are afraid even of your hands
But the hate dazzle and you don't realize
But the hate dazzle
 
And i'm, who are afraid even of your glance
But the hate dazzle and you don't realize
But the hate dazzle
 
The memory of the silence
Of those afternoons, of those afternoons
The shame of the mirror
In those injuries, In those injuries
 
There was something insane
In those eyes, insane eyes
The eyes who spend the day
To watch me, to watch me
 
Camila
Camila, Camila
 
And i, who only was 17 years old
Lowered my head for everything
That's how the things happened
That's how i watched it happen
 

The Thujopsis tree

I want to become a Japanese cypress a young Thujopsis 1
Going out to the big city and not fitting, I drink water
I have became an adult
 
Within their colorful lives the gathered people
As soon as their money is used up
they left like baby spiders scattering away
 
Suddenly my mother's face comes to my mind
I wonder if she will laugh at me for being unable to a Japanese cypress
 
I kept turning my back on home town thinking there is nothing there for me
However I feel that my happiness, my happiness was there all along
 
Under the Thujopsis tree were the days I made vows
Like in the days of early childhood I tried embracing that tree trunk
 
The wind blowing from the sea shakes the leaves on the mountains
My unchangeable home town has accepted me
 
My friend's voice saying 'I have always been waiting for you'
The stretched string is cut by a tearful voice
 
Even if to chase that dream now is the time to let it go
For if to live on, if I were to live on I would be able to see that dream again
 
My warm home town's sunset colored sky whisper to me
The Thujopsis the Thujopsis is fine the way it is
 

• 1. Another one of the cypress tree family which can be found in Japan

The Ballad of My Destiny

Everything I ever wanted,
I had to leave behind faraway,
I always have to escape
And abandon what I love.
 
I am the ghost ship
That cannot drop anchor at port,
I wander about looking for shelter
In portraits and in mirrors,
In moth-eaten letters
And in scented memories.
 
No matter how much I stretch out my hands
I can never reach you, bright star,
There were bitter partings,
That is my favorite path.
 
I drink long and deeply
My potion of memories
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams,
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams.
 
No one knows better than me
The language of handkerchiefs,
Fluttering in the docks,
Shaking the trembling air.
 
No one was ever born like me
With a sailor's destiny,
The only flower I know
Is the compass rose,
The only flower I know
Is the compass rose.
 
No matter how much I stretch out my hands
I can never reach you, bright star,
There were bitter partings,
That is my favorite path.
 
I drink long and deeply
My potion of memories
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams,
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams.
 

Don't cover my route with the flowers

Don't cover my route with the flowers
I needn't to pass on a dirty road
These flowers are such plant dead bodies
over the dead bodies I can't come!
 
I didn't take a roundabout route
In spite of flowers - they aren't there
But I don't like to be in a manure -
Especial by the mind and the heart!
 
My shoes are over by this way
But I go sure straight ahead
Sorry, swine, my casting pearls -
Somebody other bring the dirt!
 
I go to the city, wich is extoled in poems
Where everyone will find his place
And its door is never closed
And its light shines everywhere!
 
This light comes to us on the Earth
destroying the darkness of the World
I want to make the pass to it
In my shoes I'm getting on!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

We Are Getting Off With Our Faces Clean...

_____________________A.B.____
We are getting off with our faces clean
In the middle of the battle of brick twitches
Night’s accompanied by the burning curtains
Dreaming’s under the mask of melted wax
There’s a tucked tail in coppiced coppices
Bled white by the snide, sneaky memory
Acquiescent stars that are shining bright
With their battered boots on stones they step
And with shabby soles – on the metal rails
With a feline paw in the bootleg they’re
At a narrow pace claws kept sheathed inside
Going through the yard right along the fence
Altogether seeking a shaky plank
The ice melted is vaporizing now
To fall down on the lake tomorrow noon
I’d wash my face with it but there’s no time
I would drink it but I’m not thirsty now
I would shelter the kids from cold with it
Having failed to drown off the water’s edge
Crystal ice – that’s a too expensive thing
A rucksack full of blueish cubes to fasten
Put on twine and thenceforth – on conscience’ neck
 
Leningrad, September 1987
Here I took umbrage at Bashlachev
 

You Will Disappear From My Life

You will disappear from my life
And not a single tear
Will drop from your eye.
 
You are leaving for good
And I shall see you no more,
So that you can be happy.
 
But when, on a rough night,
Sleep does not fall onto your eyes,
Think about me.
 
Somewhere far away
I, too, shan’t close my eyes
And I shall cry bitterly.
 
My dreams have gone
I’m looking for them, but they are no more
Who is to blame?
 
But you, too, know, I can feel it,
That it’s the destiny and the end,
What else could it be?
 
The moment of goodbye has come,
Give me your lips
One more time, forever...
 
Forget that I love you,
That once I used to kiss
Your beautiful lips.
 
(translated by Gavrilo Došen)
 

Hey, by The Steppes

Hey, by the steppes, and by the dark ravines
The campaign marches forth with iron pikes.
He who's brave, now, let him come on with us, |
Let us all be knights, O you young men! | (2)
 
We will not fight just for anyone
We'll not be mercenaries, for no one
For Ukraine, now, we all will live forever|
And for her let's loose our heads together. | (2)
 
Every enemy comes here to free us,
And he steals the land for himself,
For a grave, now, will he have the land, |
On that grave will our freedom blossom! | (2)
 
Fly, O song, underneath the heavens,
To Ukrainians do speak to all their hearts
Let our will, now, always be here with us, |
But to the enemies desire let it be an end! | (2)
 
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Hey, by the steppes, and by the dark ravines
The campaign marches forth with iron pikes.
He who's brave, now, let him come on with us, |
Let us all be knights, O you young men! | (2)
 

Rinbu Revolution

Let's go on living, bravely and with style...
Even if the two of us are ever separated...
Take my revolution!
 
In the sunlit garden, holding hands,
We drew near and consoled each other.
We said we'd never fall in love again.
 
Such a powerful bond has changed us
And now we've become so strong.
This is our lifestyle, everyday...everytime.
 
In that photograph of us, standing cheek-to-cheek,
A touch of loneliness fills our smiling faces.
 
Starting tomorrow, bravely and with style,
I'll become a woman everyone will notice.
Even if the two of us are ever separated,
Our hearts will always be as one.
 
I know money can't buy love,
But can money buy me? They said so on TV.
Is there no limit to our apathy?
When they say we're all like that, I feel so bad!
Is there nothing we can do?
 
But listen, nothing is more important
Than our friendship.
We know this better than adults do.
 
Even though we dream, even though we cry, even though we hurt ourselves,
And reality approaches frantically,
I can't lose my place, the worth of my existence,
In order to protect myself.
 
I'll go my way and I can't return.
When the time comes for each of us to choose her own path,
I will free such precious,
Precious memories.
 
Take my revolution, and let's go on living,
As reality approaches frantically.
I want to find my place, the worth of my existence.
From this day, I will take myself and
 
Bravely strip down to nothing at all,
Like a rose spinning free.
Even if the two of us are ever separated,
I will change the world.
 

Winter

Lost in a sea of dream and memory
I see in the mirror a face staring at me
While your reflection waits oblivious to my defeat
I wonder until where this mirror will take me
 
And it´s too cold
Without you it´s not possible to wake
Without you the winter is too cold
 
Take me further than what I thought was the way
Where the cold is unusual
Go further than anyone has dreamed alone
Proving without saying that two is much more than the double of one
 
One is too cold
Without you it´s not possible to wake
Without you the winter is too cold
 
And it´s cold, it´s cold, it´s cold, it´s cold, it´s cold, it´s
too cold
 
Without you it´s not possible to wake
Without you the winter is too cold
Without you it´s not possible to wake
Without you the winter is too cold
 
patyrlopes

Who Knows

Who knows
if I will ever see him again or if it's done
Why has he left his lover here
for everyone to pity?
 
He passes in front of me
My life and my heart are in pain
And I tell myself, it's normal
Every sweet thing has to go away
 
He's always on my mind
And he resides in the embrace of my heart
I pity myself
I can't forget him for one second
 
Who knows what he's doing now
or who is embracing him now
Why do I remember him while he
is living for other people?
 
If he has forgotten me
It's not fair for me to keep remembering him
And now I have finally
lost myself in his love
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

Remember me

Remember me
Even if I'll be leaving soon
Remember me
But don't cry
Because I'll be with you and you'll be in my heart
I'll sing in your dreams so you will see me again
Remember me
So you won't loose me
Remember me
If you hear in the distance
a sad chord lost in the breeze, think of me
Until I will hug you again
Remember me
 
Que nuestra canción no deje de latir
Sólo con tu amor yo puedo existir
Recuérdame
Que nuestra canción no deje de latir
Sólo con tu amor yo puedo existir
 
Recuérdame, si en tu mente vivo estoy
Recuérdame, mis sueños yo te doy
Te llevo en mi corazón y te acompañaré
Unidos en nuestra canción, contigo ahí estaré
 
Recuérdame, si sola crees estar
Recuérdame, y mi cantar te irá a abrazar
Aún en la distancia nunca vayas a olvidar, que yo contigo siempre voy
Recuérdame
 
Close your eyes, I won't leave you
If you sing with love, I will forever live in you
Close your eyes, I won't leave you
If you sing with love, I will forever live in you
Close your eyes, I won't leave you
If you sing with love, I will forever live in you
Remember me
for i'll soon be gone
Remember me
I will live again in your love
I'll be a sweet chord, carry me in your heart
Until I will hug you again
Remember me
Remember me
Remember me
 

Lilac

Some day’s voice is now continuing to make my heart cramp.
It was like that right? It was like this right?
Like a self-interpreting receiver.
 
If not changed, getting bored of it.
If it does change, “it did get changed right?”
What are you on about? What’s up with that?
It seems that the spear and shield are not gone.
 
Happiness is a blurring defective eye shutter.
Painful things appear delicately by a high resolution lens.
 
I’ve done my best, not particularly for you or anything.
Hey… it’s like that right?
There is no allowance to live on, by doing things that don’t fit in life.
 
High as life,
before like life,
life wisely,
I would really like to live life like that but,
it is exactly like a present in which relatively there is no proof nor any basis.
 
Rough as life,
tough as life,
it would be good to have it like a game that looks like life right?
There are even futures that I would like to bet on by pressing the A/B buttons.
 
I think a hero’s private life is certainly good for nothing.
Compared to a negative normal human being,
you cannot afford to be deluded by the voices of others.
 
Already more restless,
already more unstable,
because the written instructions will already certainly be made too beautiful.
Contaminate it! Destroy it! The decided boring fixed concept that is, throw it away!
 
Already practically no matter what else, with a killed voice that has been pushed too far.
Thoughtlessly nodding your head to the things you do now want to do.
Stop it! Raise you face!
 
I do not want to be just the built-up imagination, by an ego of a human that ended up getting tired.
Thinking that there was still some time, both the regret and the electrocardiogram that I did in front one’s eyes were mushy as they were.
There is only one thing I think of,
distress distress distress distress distress distress distress
 
High as life,
before like life,
life wisely,
the thing I really want it to change but,
I do fit perfectly in the current world without any proof nor any basis.
Rough as life,
tough as life,
I would really like to live in a game that looks like life.
There are even futures that I would like to change by pressing the A/B buttons.
 
-Translated by NakataNoGyaku a.k.a. Atakan.

You Taught Me to Hate

You don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness anymore
You move the ground in my heart
And you have fun with my pain
 
I had already managed to let you go
You lost power, and I forgot how to feel
I don’t know what the hell youre doing here
 
Now, I curse your name and your kisses
Your voice and your perverted lips
You taught me to hate when I lost you
Now, your time has gone and now it’s late
Today I fly in a burning sky
I want to land, but not in you anymore
 
I had already calmed my torment
My soul has once again messed up
You burn up what little I have left
 
Now, I curse your name and your kisses
Your voice and your perverted lips
You taught me to hate when I lost you
Now, your time has gone and now it’s late
Today I fly in a burning sky
I want to land, but not in you anymore
You want to break what time has already fixed
You open the bridge that carries the past
You’re an expert in asking for too much
 
Now, I curse your name and your kisses
Your voice and your perverted lips
You taught me to hate when I lost you
Now, your time has gone and now it’s late
Today I fly in a burning sky
I want to land, but not in you anymore
You don’t have the right to ask for forgiveness anymore
You move the ground in my heart
And you have fun with my pain
 

South Wind · Summer Girl

Hiding my sadness...
In my white summer school uniform...
As you looked out at the ocean...
I suddenly kissed your cheek....
 
We were always friends...
Unable to become more.
 
The wind comes from the south...
I wish you were a little gentler...
What a bother you are...
I'll wipe away my tears, so, look elsewhere.
 
I wrote that I loved you...
In a poster at the station...
Without you noticing, I watched you...
Everyday, in the place where you used to go.
 
We were still fighting...
Unable to show our true feelings.
 
The wind comes from the south...
The signs of summer are sadly mixed...
I can not stand being near you...
You ignore me as you whistle.
 
The wind comes from the south...
I do not need an answer, I just want you to know that...
I kissed you on the cheek...
Remember, we are friends.
 
The wind comes from the south...
I wish you were a little gentler...
What a bother you are...
I'll wipe away my tears, so leave me alone.
 

Send it

send it to the concerned one
maybe she will be touched and come back
and tell her that I'm fine
since you're not here
 
she misunderstood that since she's gone
all the thinks is that I can't find comfort
she filled my heart with wounds
and I would wait for her to come back
 
I'm still breathing
and I'm in a really good mood
I can no longer be fooled by people
why would I be concerned with anyone?
 
and I'm still smiling
and left the wondering to others
I don't limit the world to someone
if she goes, I will replace her with someone else
 
take a photo of me laughing
and tell her that he doesn't advise you
to come back to him after what's happened
I've been cured from your wound
 
send her these words
your love has died in my heart
too late to reconcile
go to hell
 
a phase that's passed and ended
and it's the last mistake I make
someone who doesn't deserve love
I left the heartbeat with her 1
 
and if she thinks that we can still
be back together, she's definitely crazy
I finally left the cage
and my wings took me to the sky
 

• 1. he no longer cares or feels anything about her

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Superman

Is this the one who used to be kind, tender
and even romantic?
He used to be madly in love,
used to love life and was totally crazy
He used to be my support and my crutch
And he provided me with safety
 
Now he's so cold
And he's actually unbearable
He became an unreliable jerk,
selfish and stingy
 
The gentleman who pretends to be
polite and sweet
comes back to me dizzy in the middle of the night1
 
He became lazy and became a slob
And now he has a big belly
And pretends to be a hotshot
 
He became a messy, bedraggled,
depressing, sad,
gloomy , negative,
volatile and distrusting person
 
He used to take care of himself
He used to be handsome, sportive and stylish
He used to be like a footballer or an artist
 
Whenever I needed him
He used to say: My wish is your command
In my eyes, he used to be Superman
 
What drives me crazy
is that despite all his negativities
I still love him
and want to keep him
 
See how catastrophic this is?
See how much of a joke this is?
This is love
And these are the crazy things it does
 
Many have blamed me, told me,
and urged me to listen by saying:
'The way you treat him isn't going to work
 
As long as the man knows
that the bird will never fly,
he will keep treating her indifferently'
 

• 1. I.e: heavily drunk.

Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

Somebody else's man

Silk rope has been tangled around my hair's neck
I supposed one of your shirt's sleeves as gallows
One side of the rusty scissors was you other side was me
I cut my hair which you used to cover your face with
 
My face has prepared at the mirror
has gathered one by one all raveled out
I am the woman of loneliness
Don't take me Somebody else's man
 
I come if my heart wills
I make out with an endless love
Look from the cliff of a mountain
My valley is perfectly straight
 
I travel around if my soul wills
In the bottomless cliffs
Love is living at the straightness
Straightness is only in the love
 
It is not the same of every spring's flowers and sprig
Which water can wash your hands loose woman
The patience has spilt you and plucked you out, you have finished.
I cut my hair which you used to cover your face with
 
My face has prepared at the mirror
has gathered one by one all raveled out
I am the woman of loneliness
Don't take me Somebody else's man
 
I come if my heart wills
I make out with an endless love
Look from the cliff of a mountain
My valley is perfectly straight
 
I travel around if my soul wills
In the bottomless cliffs
Love is living at the straightness
Straightness is only in the love
 
I come if my heart wills
I make out with an endless love
Look from the cliff of a mountain
My valley is perfectly straight
 

Take my shirt

Take my shirt
it's in the color you love
and once you put it on
something from myself it will hug you (like I would)
Take my shirt
 
You took my heart
You took my mind
(now) take and wear my shirt too
 
Take my shirt
wear it when you miss me
it'll be a comfort caress
from my body
Take my shirt
 
You took my heart
You took my mind
(now) take and wear my shirt too
 
Translation made by the user Miley_lovato for Lyricstranslate.com
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Oh bird

oh bird which is captured, imprisoned
you wish to fly outside
till it happens
plant some seeds for me
to grow in the heat
and to reach the idea
one seed becomes two
twenty, two hundreds
millions, millions
millions, millions
 
oh my broken heart
don't live being sad
you may not be a leader
but there are millions behind you
if your seed is ripe
salahelden will wake up
definitely you're not him
but you brought him up
on the idea
and you became like the tree
even if it's weak
it grows free seeds
one seed becomes two
twenty, two hundreds
millions, millions
millions, millions
 
gehad

UNHAPPY CLUB

I joined a line for rations with a gloomy expression on my face
At the front, are cutting into the line
 
What they carelessly gave me with a glance of scorn was
a cup of soup filled with remnants of dreams someone had given up
 
I roughly stirred the soup in a shallow bowl
Tears of misfortune were scattered
Ah, how fresh others' misfortunes are
In this era, people don't care breaking the line to get someone's unhappiness
 
Unhappy clubs standing in a low
Aren't you degenerating into the mob?
If you become a sympathizer, you'll be a monster
 
A wound on my heart immediately began to hurt again,
but I had no afford to think about anything
How many times have I pushed away
my heart at the corner of the room like this?
 
I couldn't face my true voice yet,
Just fruitlessly creeping to a retreat
and waiting for the time of death
I'm about to descend to such shallow myself
 
I crammed all my half-broken reason into a backpack,
and sold all the emotions at a low price, like a flea market
With the money I managed to earn like this,
I gorged myself with the compassion in this slum
 
To be loved or not is all of us
I thought there's no going back
when I swallow it into stomach under their thumb
 
My stray self immediately began to make noise again,
and repeat the teasing phrases for many times
How many times do I have to do this to be relieved?
 
Time has passed while I feign ignorance
without trying to resist even for a second
When do I stop mimicking a monster?
 
A wound on my heart immediately began to hurt again,
but I had no afford to think about anything
How many times have I pushed away
my heart at the corner of the room like that?
 
I couldn't face my true voice yet,
Just fruitlessly creeping to a retreat
and waiting for the time of death
I'm satisfied with such shallow myself
 

Wind

I am alone all the time in this cold,
You tormented me so much,
I am very wasted at this time
My heart's name is your tattoo.
 
Once again I remember you in the night's darkness
This late hour has woken up, and has become
My enemy wind.
 
Maybe you are alone on the other side of the ocean
You are freezing and trembling,
And the wind hugs me but does not miss me,
It put it's nest in my bed.
 
Once again I remember you in the night's darkness
This late house has woken up, and has become
My enemy wind.
 

Above The Vineyards On The Hillsides...

Above the vineyards on the hillsides
The golden clouds float on high.
Below: with green waves like the sea tides
The darkened river whispers sighs.
The gaze retreats from charming valley
And slowly rises to the heights,
It sees the temple up the alley,
It's round, grand, and full of light.
 
In that celestial home of heavens,
Where mortal life won't find a place,
The air flow is light and level,
Like desert breath it leaves no trace.
When sound reaches there, it weakens,
Just voice of Nature can be heard,
And something festive wafts and beacons
Like Sundays' silence undeterred.
 
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