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Ostap Bender's Song [No, I'm Not Weeping]

Versions: #2
No, I'm not weeping, and I'm not crying
To every question I am honestly replying
That our life is a game, and I'm the one to blame
For getting so addicted to this game!
 
And why should I have to say I'm sorry?
They will give in, I take the offer. End of story.
I'd say my natural gift and my internal fire
Are worth a humble prize that I desire.
 
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Let gales travel, howling and raging,
Through our misty daily-life sea.
There goes my boat's white sail, so lonely and fragile,
Amidst giant vessels of steel.
 
I bet you'd like to possess the talent
To hit the bull's eye every time without an effort!
The tigerish look, the force, a gracious move to boot —
Here's on a platter forbidden fruit.
 
To walk the blade's edge is so breathtaking —
Oh angels, freeze mid-flight and watch the moves I'm making,
The casting of my sins leave till the day I'm dead,
Admire the beauty of my game instead!
 
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I'm not a brigand, and I'm not sinless,
My life is not a bed of roses, I can see this.
And it may well turn out the busy life of mine
Will make my head go grey ahead of time.
 
But I'm not weeping, and I'm not crying,
I don't know if I win or lose, so I keep trying,
Although there is a chance that luck will crack its grin,
And I will forfeit more than I could win.
 
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There goes my boat's white sail, so lonely and fragile,
Amidst giant vessels of steel.
 

The Farewell Song

Versions: #1
Let's talk now in whispers, Let's not be aloud,
Let's bid our farewells now, and go.
A week, an another, and we will calm down
What was, that was, it's gone
 
Of course it is horrible, so stupid and senseless,
Oh how could one turn back the time?
The past can't be turned back, it's rather unthinkable,
And even don't have it in mind.
 
Let's deal with our lunches, let's deal with our clothing,
Let's fill our living with cares,
It's easier that way, it´s a lot simpler truly
It truly is hurting much less
 
Let's not be so cunning, let's not charm the fate
By god, it is not worth the pain,
Oh, yes, gentlemen, not maybe, not sometime
But never, ever again.
 
Say, ain't it so sweet
And so very good,
Came and went away,
Was and left for good.
 

Snow falls on the beach

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Unknown singer, tell me, what is your song about?
What are you laughing about? What are you feeling sorrow about?
How far from each other we are!
I hear your voice from a black disk.
 
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The snow falls on the beach and the leaves fly…
What a wizard mirage, a sweep of a magic brush…
This is the dance of stars, the bridge of a volatile rainbow.
This is the bridge from heart to heart, from heart to heart…
 
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Translator, translate the words to the language of the night,
To the dialect of a cloud or grass on the meadow.
What are you waiting for, translator?
I see confusion in your eyes.
You haven’t the skill to do it, you can’t. But I can.
 
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Calling the mice to fight

Calling the mice to fight,
Let meeting with me
Though a million, though a billion.
I am a tiger, not a cat, inside of me now lives
Not Leopold, but a leopard
 
The wool on end, a chin up,
Don't stay on the road in my way,
If I will meet a thousand devils,
I will tear into a thousand parts.
 

Harsh Tango

Wandering the world like a bird,
Traversing the path of life,
Occasionally, sometimes, once in a while, as they say,
I would like to drop off and fall asleep.
Give the ship a minute of rest,
Tomorrow she will go her own way.
In faraway travels, battles and campaigns,
I swear, I will forget about all.
 
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But at this hour, when I caress you with my hand,
When love, all by itself, burns without asking us.
With a mad force, I quietly repeat:
'Please understand, my dear, please believe me,
You are my idol, I will not leave you'.
 
Departing to further expanse,
I will glitter with an unrequested tear,
In passion, as in happiness,
All of us are seeking constancy,
But nothing lasts forever under the moon, no!
Maybe you will tell somebody,
Somewhere at the end of your years:
'Still, there was, there was a minute,
Of that love, which is no more'.
 
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