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It's not your destiny

Versions: #1
It's not your destiny
 
'It's not your destiny',
Good folks told me,
'Everything you've known and wanted
Will turn into smoke and go up a chimney.
What you've dreamed of
Is not there and will never be.
Leave the rest to others.
It's not your destiny.'
 
It's not your destiny.
The sky is crossed by falling stars far and wide.
I wish it didn't happen in our land

It's not meant to be

It's not meant to be -
Good people told me.
That's all you knew and wanted
And here is the chimney and pipe.
 
What you dreamed about
There is nothing of it and never will be.
Leave the rest to the rest -
It's not meant to be.
 
It's not meant to be, the sky is crossed out
Starfall from one side to other.
Please don't fall here
There is crop failure erenow.
 
From a direct hit of a star
Don't think - better don't -
The flame remains, which
Do not extinguish
 
It's not meant to be...
 
And the world says:
'How can you be so calm?'
A storm is approaching, which
Will break the very essence of Being.
 
And I say:
'World, you do not understand.
There is a storm coming.
This storm is me.'
 
It's not meant to be.
No more tears, knees are erased.
There comes a moment and hands can no longer hold
The severity of the forehead.
 
The real us were not even here.
No longer than elusive moment
Real us are coming back
To the sunlight.
 
It's not meant to be...
 
And the world says:
'How can you be so calm?'
A storm is approaching, which
Will break the very essence of Being.
 
And I say:
'World, you still do not understand.
There is a storm coming.
This storm is me.'
 

Be gone, be gone, Babilon!

My name is *Bogadur-Odysseus, they say,
I'have dropped Palantir in *Yenisei.
If you want to reap, than saw some hay,
But don't walk on my head, Pharisee.
 
My car running at a dog pace,
I appear in a very heavy rave.
My vision foreshadows grave,
But do not call me, for I will not come anyway.
 
[Chorus:]
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Like an elephant, you blow your horn,
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Your souls are taken to prison,
You are not alive, you're a clone.
You didn't hear how sings *Avalon.
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
 
[Music]
 
We will throw sand in the nature wheels, it will brake,
At the plant a spring season we make.
We buried ourselves in the garden today,
And talk about everything in a pejorative way.
 
Only of spades and clubs our deck is comprised,
We are not together, but on the same side.
As the patriarch said to the bride:
'Hello love, hang here your pride'.
 
[Chorus:]
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Like an elephant, you blow your horn,
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Your souls are taken to prison,
You are not alive, you're a clone.
You didn't hear how sings Avalon.
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
 
[Music]
 
We have motherhood pay,
The ceremonial date.
And to be sure, from Nato we safe,
In every bed a soldier should lay.
 
And we all will walk in formation,
We will bury all other nations.
And we'll build such a miracle with Congregation,
That everyone becomes a hero of the nation.
 
Chorus:]
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Like an elephant, you blow your horn,
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Your souls are taken to prison,
You are not alive, you're a clone.
You didn't hear how sings Avalon.
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
 
[Music]
 
My name is Bogadur-Odysseus, they say,
I'have dropped Palantir in Yenisei.
If you want to reap, than saw some hay,
But don't walk on my head, Pharisee.
 
My car running at a dog pace,
I appear in a very heavy rave.
My vision foreshadows grave,
But do not call me, for I will not come anyway.
 
Chorus:]
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Like an elephant, you blow your horn,
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
Your souls are taken to prison,
You are not alive, you're a clone.
You didn't hear how sings Avalon.
Be gone, be gone, Babilon!
 
[Music]
 
Anatoli Trojanowski

Poetry

Versions: #2
Tsal eht ot nwod uoy gnikat ma I noos,
Tsaf gnitrad seye ruoy htiw, nam eht fo kaerf,
Poh sti fo tsdima gnihceercs seog telmig,
Pot eht ot thgir gnitniop s'enim fo was, marcs,
Nwod gninrub er'uoy, anuas, em raeh, noos,
Nwot tsom elgnis eht, sirap rof s'etah ym,
Dnuora lla ezeehw ot si, ecnirp yllis, niav,
Nwod gninrub er'uoy erehw, anuas hsinnif, erehw?
 
Actually, this song is a record
of a recited poem played in reverse. Here
is the original text:
 
Where, Finnish Sauna, where you're burning down?
Vain, silly Prince, is to wheeze all around.
My hate's for Paris, the single most town,
Soon, hear me, Sauna, you're burning down.
Scram, saw of mine's pointing right to the top,
Gimlet goes screeching amidst of its hop,
Freak of the Man, with your eyes darting fast,
Soon I am taking you down to the last.
 

The Fastest Fish in the Sea

Versions: #3
What kind of fish swims, what kind of fish swims, fastest in the sea?
The fastest fish is... The fastest fish is... Is it you or is it me?
I wanna know, really wanna know, so much wanna know,
what kind of fish swims, what kind of fish swims, fastest in the sea?
 
I worked so hard for others.
I sang to crowds of none.
But, how would you have known that
as we sing together as one?
Dirty footprints going up the stairs,
were they mine or yours? Who really cares?
It's not our job to clean the floor.
I'm fastest in the sea.
 
I don't like saying 'No' to you,
but 'Yes' makes me swim slower.
I got no fence, my door's wide open
so come in, or just move over.
My neighbor's dumb, I asked him why
He thought I laughed, but really cried.
He has no clue, like me and you
We're fastest in the sea.
 
Babylon was once a bustling city just like this,
it's gone, it's walls still stand.
Where we're going it's all a deep abyss.
The beach is only sand.
Go to the store and buy some wine
come back one day you'll see
You're house is rubble the walls are fine
Don't cry, just swim with me.
I'm the fastest in the sea.
 

Let’s go, Bodhisattva!

Versions: #2
Sitting with buddy and drinking the wine,
Engaged in this pastime for quite awhile.
Nicotine clouds escaping through door,
Reserve of my wines is getting too short.
My buddy said: - We are both Bodhisattvas,
And I replied: Yes, but it’s our time to go to the store.
 
Let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, - it’s our time to go to the store.
 
In the store we bought two bottles of wine,
But finished them both in no time.
However, none of us under the fumes,
It just turret crane have entered the room.
My buddy said: - We are both Bodhisattvas,
And I replied: Yes, but we better go to the restaurant soon.
 
Let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, - let's go to the restaurant soon.
 
In the restaurant we got a bottle of cognac,
Life became beautiful, all colors came back.
With cognac finished, got my watch to see
It showed precisely - twenty eight zero three.
My buddy said: - We are both Bodhisattvas,
And I replied: Yes, but let’s make run for the vodka, grab a taxi!
 
Let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, - let's run for the vodka, grab a taxi!.
 
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, Bodhisattva, let’s go!
Let’s go, - to the enlightenment!
 
© Uncommon

Girls Dance Alone

We have closed our eyes to forget our troubles,
And since then we don't care whether it's day or night.
As a partisan fire the epoch burns out,
But barber shops're filled with waltz, and girls dance alone in moon light.
 
The luxurious meals have been made for the grand feast,
Although there are no guests, they won't come, never mind.
You may pound tambourines of the upper world like beast,
But there's no pilots left and girls dance alone in moon light.
 
Icons all're sewn with gold with no space left for faces,
And the holiest one lies all covered in dust.
On the altar the bride calmly goes out like candle,
But everybody has left and girls dance alone on star dust.
 
From the Kathmandu caves to the bridges of Frisco
Glowing red is the East, casting glimmering shade
On the Heavenly Gates, always too close to miss them,
But we're [too] lazy to stand and girls dance alone unafraid.
 
I am begging: teach me how to sing, having lost hope,
To take off and away through the veils of the land.
All that was - let it burn, brighter than thousand suns glow,
I've still got time to sing as girls dance alone undermanned.
 
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Swamps of Neva River

My tendons are like cables, and my memory's like ice,
My heart is like a diesel engine, and my blood's like honey,
Yet I'm destined to live here among the grey grass,
In the exhausted darkness of the swamps of Neva.
 
Where the houses are but facades, and the words are empty shells,
And this prospect is nothing but a trail of the burnt star.
I wish I could be like a sun, but I've became like a shadow on the wall,
And the dead man with no last rites sat on my neck.
 
Since then, I've started seeing us all being like in chains,
And the souls of dead soldiers on the fir tree branches
Are silently watching us waltzing in the candle light,
Everyone of us with a handful of ash and with a dead man on the neck.
 
When the day of the forgiveness comes, God bless it, but I won't bear the wait,
I found the way out, I'll go away and then I'll come back,
I'll bring this word, like a key to the vast blueness
To let them go home,
All of them who are sleeping at the swamps of Neva.
 

Dostoevskiy

When Dostoevskiy was injured
And killed at watch with a knife,
The soldiers took him to the infirmary
So they would save his beauty there.
 
A surgeon was drinking moonshine from the bottle there,
And constantly cutting with a saw and a knife.
Seventeen hours under the light of the oil lamp,
And only after then, he fell down in devastation.
 
And the next day, about the time of the matin,
An order is issued from the Centre
To immediately award a Star of the Hero
To that bastard who saved the genius.
 
So keep straining yourself, all our foes,
Since tomorrow we're back in service.
And you, who doesn't believe in the power of culture,
Listen to my song.
 

Pansy Flowers

Versions: #2
Ornate ladybugs and intense pansy flowers
Won't recognize us, we'll come in new garments,
In new attire, having opened new eyes.
They will ask: Who are you? - Try to guess yourselves, guys.
 
Just as we came out, we'll be back already,
They will be surprised, but we'll start laughing steady.
How can one keep from laughing and crying,
They will recognize that and join us in our trying.
 
In the yard's a woodpile - [a] cat sits in limbo,
Stop shedding tears, look out from the window,
How splendid's the sky dome, how vibrant its colors -
These ladybugs and the ornate pansy flowers.
 
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The Serpent

Versions: #2
Within every woman there must be The Serpent
Within every woman there must be The Serpent
It is more than you, it is more than me
 
Within every woman there must be The Serpent
Within every woman there must be The Serpent
It is more than you, it is more than me
 
Within every woman there must be The Serpent...
 

Geographical Song

Versions: #2
When for the first time captain Bering
Has entered North-West passage way,
He's walked on barren sea shore, swearing,
As steamboat went by in sea-way.
 
There Bonaparte worked as a line cook,
But he did not cook food at all -
He just surveyed with fierce eye look
The empty waters, standing tall.
 
He rushed like madman through the rock crooks
And cut the waters like a sword.
Alas, for happiness he didn't look
And not from happiness he spurred.
 
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The Roots Man

'Roots man, tell me where is your head?'
'My head's always there where Ja is.'
 
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Choral

Versions: #2
What's better, sea foam or your home,
Let's ponder this dilemma jointly,
Then all our thoughts, I'm hoping coyly,
Will vanish in the blue sky dome...
 
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Shame and Disgrace

Shame and disgrace,
Shame and disgrace,
Great dishonor,
Great dishonor,
Great dishonor,
Shame and disgrace.
 
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The Child of Daybreak

Versions: #2
The child of daybreak,
Who didn't know [the] light of day,
Behold: it's a gale wind,
It's somewhat like me as they say.
 
Feel how the wind goes by us,
Its breath's touching eyelid folds,
It leaves you your dear loved ones,
Its rush for itself it holds.
 
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When Pain Goes Away

Versions: #2
When rain passes by, rain that will calm us,
When shadow above my land's gone for good,
I will wake up from my long solace
In the long grass, right next to you.
 
Lord, let our home be blessed and festive,
Hidden by leaves and tall stacks of hay.
When I learn truths, I was obsessed with,
I'll start to wait when pain goes away.
 
Let the rain fall, let the snow burn,
Let death sing its songs over fresh-cut hay.
All I want is simply to grasp, learn
Will we remain [the] ones who we are when pain goes away
 
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From Kalinin to Tver

I came in here using the door,
I came in here using my legs,
I came to admire once more
The perfection of railways.
It's strange to think that people
Used to walk around the way they wanted. And now
Locomotive is pulling us forward as messiah
On our way from Kalinin to Tver.
 
The train hostess is plain as Gioconda,
She makes honey sweet drinks.
She's responsible for the quality of cross ties
and (takes care that) no one ever dies.
Between you and me, I've met her before:
Wild beast used to repose by her side,
And now she makes down-soft beds
On our way from Kalinin to Tver.
 
The train driver pumps Vivaldi up
And the music flies through the woods.
The blue-and-golden tank is filled with
Turgenev's damsels' souls instead of coal.
Framed by iron-cast icon setting of 100 poods
This god favoured train (check it if you want)
Sweeps forth like apostolic rank
On its way from Kalinin to Tver.
 
Nevermind my faltering speech
And my unauthentic garments -
I came (here) to please
And to honor my commitment.
If everything's ok, forget about it,
But I'm the only one who knows how to open the door,
fI us ask yourself why the hell
We're on the way from Kalinin to Tver
 

Mineral Coal

If a mineral coal slab could speak, could expound,
It would never have had conversations with you.
And Carrara marble piece would not have looked after you.
But you're busy with war, and you're shooting
For thousand miles and thousand years.
And I'll give no answer to you, I'll say nothing when I'm asked,
How is the fight going on.
 
In erotic nightdreams of a young street cleaner dude
You will be caught in a pipe,
And the arrogant maidens will tie you to a drilling rig.
And then they will crown you with flowers, with blooms,
And, singing, they will run away,
On the run they'll forget, won't remember your very name,
And no one will remember about you forevermore.
 
When the Day of Sterling Silver arrives,
And the crystal of rhinestone is clean,
When the one who has fled will finally find his peace,
You'll rise from the bowels of the earth, you'll be healed then,
Not knowing who you are now.
I would like to be there with you,
When the pale horseman presents
To you the sheet yet untouched.
 
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