A keresés eredménye

Boston Waltz

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On the gorgeous fancy carpet
Of the yellow leaves
In a simple dress she borrowed from the wind
Autumn danced right at the gateway the Long Boston Waltz
That warm day was flying off
As the saxophone sang…
 
And from all around the people would have come to us
And from all the roofs around the birds would fly
An applause to golden dancer flapping with their wings
Long long time for so long the music played there all days.
 
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz when autumn's dancing to us all
The leaves fall down the way
The record’s playing all day
Don’t go away, stay with me please, you are my caprice
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz when autumn's dancing to us all
 
Feeling drunk with pleasing sight
Forgot about it's age
The old home forever in love with it’s own youth
With all walls was swinging windows and open doors
And to all who lived inside
It gave that miracle swing
When the sounds disappeared in the dark of night -
There’s an end to anything that has beginning -
Saddened Autumn cried us tears with a tiny rain
Such a pity, Boston Waltz... It felt so good while in dance.
 
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz while autumn dancing to us all
The leaves fall down the way
The record’s playing all day
Don’t go away, stay with me please, you are my caprice
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

Tenners

I was walking home very late at moonlit night,
Wind-the-wanderer was swinging the street lamps,
And to make my way a bit shorter
I was singing this song to the stars.
 
Oh, tenners, my dear tenners,1
Ah, my lovely ones, good ones,
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
 
At times I caressed my luck as it would be my wife,
At times the whip of harms would lash on my back as well,
But I was happy, how could I not be,
'Cause my pocket had always been stuffed.
 
Oh, with tenners, my dear tenners,1
Ah, my lovely ones, good ones,
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
 
I used to drink a lot and I used to know pretty women,
I was good at making a jump shot, banking the ball into the side,2
And I didn't spare tenners, someday rich, someday poor,
I didn't care, I liked it any way.
 
Oh, tenners, my dear tenners,1
Ah, my lovely ones, good ones,
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
 
Oh, tenners, my dear tenners,1
Ah, my lovely ones, good ones,
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
You're my true friends, with you I'm full and drunk,
Lovely tenners of mine.
 

• ten-ruble bank notes
• 2. Here is some pool game terminology, I'm not sure if I put it right, but the idea is that he would strike a ball so it would jump over other ball then hit another one, and the last ball would hit the table cushion, rebound and hit the center pocket on the opposite side of the table.

Kamikaze

By my moral sense decree
I enrolled as kamikaze.
With full bomb load I'm taking flight.
Fuel - just to reach my goal,
That the one I've my sights on,
And I plan to take it out tonight.
 
Nerves are stretched to the limit -
Die - but die in strong spirit.
So I go into my last steep dive.
Those who are at battle stations,
Starring up, without sensation,
Aware of their chances to survive!
 
Parachute was left at home,
On a green of airfield lawn.
Even if I wish to - it 's one-way trip.
Clouds now are inverted,
Forehead veins are all inflated,
Chest is squeezed in overloads grip.
 
Sky is crowded with tracers,
I'm diving like a razor,
Special beauty is in my flight.
Life is ending in three seconds,
No regrets and no blessings,
Trees will blossom at my home site!
 
No, they will not be back in port.
This is it. I'm touching board.
And dilated pupils will return
All my long way to the goal -
One, that I've my sights on.
I'll save others even if I'll burn!
 
There is reason with your roll
To claim somebody's soul,
And to give yours back in return.
There is reason to reach the goal -
One that I've my sights on,
Just because others had to keep living on!
 

Meditation on a stroll

Since childhood, three decades passed by already,
It's getting tougher to strip soul at the ready,
Less often we carouse the night away,
More often, go for a stroll in an old and quiet park
That's feels cooler midst September,
Where promise of the youth leaves do not render.
 
Already, older ladies seem more dear,
But younger girls like wound up dolls appear,
And Mozart's grin more clearly we hear.
Now neighbors leave after midnight, too early,
Leftover wine and cake uneaten only,
And I take out trash neck wrapped in scarf.
 
Into our home once a cloud wandered,
Right from the glass it dripped.
We our rains let pass by,
Together, you and I.
 
Since school, years twenty passed already,
The circle of my friends is no longer young and ready,
And troubles have not passed us by.
But dark is night, and day is bright as ever,
Our children grow and grow up forever,
Let our autumn become their spring.
 
Since weddings, years ten passed already,
At night to party we're no longer ready.
Grandmas we come to visit once on their birthday
And once the day they pass away,
And third time, when the heart well may
Wish a grandchild one more day to stay.
 
Half of the life already passed since weddings,
Friends, do not leave yet, if God's willing,
It's too late for families to change.
And while at times it looks quite tough,
We did get used to one another,
Leave Melpomene to tragic scene,
Don't be ashamed of what the old holds in.
 
Into our home once a cloud wondered,
Right from the glass it dripped.
We our rains let pass by,
Together, you and I.
 

Cossack's song.

Under the evening glow towards the river is sunset,
In advance we knew, all that wasn't, and that was.
Only the bullet as fast as cossack in the steppe(can catch up with..exact translation)
Only the bullet will knock down cossack from the horse.
 
Will it be from birch or pine adzed my coffin at the end.
Not a good sign this silent sunset.
Only a saber for a cossack in the steppe girlfriend,
Only saber is a wife for a cossack in the steppe.
 
On Midsummer day, for the frost we wait, and dream of summer on Holly day,
We'll swop the heat for snowstorm and blizzard without regret.
Only the felt cloak for a cossack is a home away,
Only the felt cloak for a cossack in the steppe is bed.
 
*Babka, put away your scythe, no need to dwell,
We'll finish singing, what the heck, don't hold your breath,
Only the song for a cossack in the steppe is help,
Only with the song a cossack will have an easy death