A keresés eredménye

My lady, Your Majesty

Everything here is curtained by darkness,
All is silent, like at the depths of the earth...
My lady, your Majesty,
Have you really decided to come to me?
 
The lights here are dim,
And water leaks through the roof,
My lady, your Majesty,
How did you decide to come here?
 
Oh, your arrival - is like a wildfire.
Full of smoke, making it difficult to breathe...
But come in, please.
Why stand in the doorway?
 
Who are you? Where are you from?!
Ah, what a silly man I am...
You've just confused my door,
My street, city, and century,
For someone else's.
 

Most distinguished, Lady Separation

Versions: #4
Most Distinguished, Lady Seperation
We've been relatives a while, there's the situation.
Don't rip up just yet, the envelope my dove.
Luckless in my death yet, lucky in my love.
 
Most Distinguished, You oh Lady Fortune
For some of us you're only sweet, others get misfortune
Nine grams to the heart I hope you've yet not called.
Luckless in my death yet, lucky in my love.
 
Most distinguished, Lady Foreign Country
Always hotly holding me, yet you didn't love me
Don't you try to catch me with a net above.
Luckless in my death yet, lucky in my love.
 
Most Distinguished, you oh Lady Victory,
I guess that this means my song is not History
Would the devil stop swearing on our blood?
Luckless in my death yet, lucky in my love.
 

Love and separation

Versions: #1
It's not sewn yet, your wedding dress
And the choir will not sing in our honour
And as time is hurrying past, the troika driver doesn't concern himself
And the horses want to take off
And the horses want to take off
Ah, if only the three don't get out of step
The bell fails to jingle on the shaft bow
Two eternal friends, love and separation
The one does not go without the other
Two eternal friends, love and separation
The one does not go without the other
 
We opened the gate ourselves, we ourselves
Harnessed the joyful troika
And now there's something shining before us
But something went out in the distance
But something went out in the distance
 
God allowed us to hear each other
On the wind for all time
Two eternal travellers, love and separation
They will share it with us in full
Two eternal travellers, love and separation
They will share it with us in full
 
The longer we live, the shorter the years
The sweeter the voice of friends
Ah, if only the bell had not failed on the arch bow
Eye would look into eye
Eye would look into eye
 
Shore, sea, sun, blizzard
swallows, crows
Two eternal roads, love and separation
Passing through my heart
Two eternal roads, love and separation
Passing through my heart
 

Painters

Versions: #2
Come on, artists, take your palettes, dip your brushes ,
In the hustle of Arbat yards and the dawn,
Let your brushes be like leaves upon the ashes,
Like October leaves on ashes in the morn.
 
Dip your brushes in the light-blue of the city,
In accord with old tradition of the town,
Paint the picture with affectionate precision –
Me and my love in Tverskaya walking down.
 
Let the pavement rock a bit as if in waking,
Let the things that haven’t started yet begin,
You’ll be credited with this, jus’ go on painting,
What’s the sense of guessing whether 'lose' or 'win'?
 
Paint like judges our fates and our dating,
Our summer, our winter, our spring...
Never mind that we are strangers – go on painting,
Later on I will explain you everything.
 

Night Moscow song

When suddenly you hear the sound of distant funnels in the dark,
The words of prayer like hawks of midnight escape the hot lips as they spark,
The melody is haunting people like sudden raindrops from above –
The little orchestra of hope conducted by the word of love.
 
In years of war and desolation when rains of treason, rains of lead
Attacked our backs with ruthless anger and there was nobody to help,
And officers had husky voices, what ruled our fortunes from above? –
The little orchestra of hope conducted by the word of love.
 
Clarinet has holes, the trumpet’s broken, bassoon is rubbed like wise man’s stick,
The skin of drum has gone to pieces, the clarinettist’s still all chic,
The flutist’s subtle as a young prince, conspiring people from above –
The little orchestra of hope conducted by the word of love.
 

Georgian song

Versions: #2
I will plant a grapeseed in the warm and fertile georgian soil,
I will kiss the grapevine and I'll gather the amber-ripe grapes,
And I'll call all my friends and I'll tune to love my heart and soul,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
Come on gather my guests and partake of the meal in our session,
Come on speak to my face who i am , what you think is my worth...
King of heaven will pardon my faults and forgive my transgressions
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 
In the dark red attire you'll be singing to me , oh, my darling,
In the black-white attire I will kneel with her hand on my face,
And I'll listen to her till I die of the sad love she's sharing,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
And if sunset should fume all around me and sweep at the corners,
Let me see many times as a glimpse of a dream floating forth
The white ox, the blue eagle, and the golden forelle in their honour,
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 

Night talk / Towards bright flame

Night talk / Towards bright flame
 
My horse is tired, worn down my boots,
Where should I head to, tell me, if you kindly would.
Along the red river, my dear, along the red river,
Till the blue mountain ridge, my dear, till the blue ridge.
 
And where is that mountain, that river, tired is my horse,
How do I get there, Please tell me, if you kindly would?
Towards the bright flame, my dear, towards the bright flame,
Head towards the flame, my dear, you'll find it then.
 
So where is that bright flame, where is its light?
Hundred years shouldering night sky, it's my plight.
It should have been lighted, but lamplighter's asleep,
Lamplighter's asleep, I can't help you with this.
 
Into the dark, on untrodden path, he heads,
Where goes you whilst night reached your eyes?
What have you lost, my dear, I yell,
If only I knew it myself, he answers, i'd tell.
 

A Patrolman of April (S)

Ah, what utterly amazing are the nights here
Only mama is in melancholy worry
-Why d’you walk around, my son, dear
So lonely, so lonely?
-Why d’you walk around, my son, dear
So lonely, so lonely?
 
From the start till end of April is my journey
And the stars have grown bigger and much gentler...
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman I’m of April!
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman I’m of April!
 
- My son, dear, I remember what has happened
And your eyes have filled with sorrow, my son, angel
Maybe she has left you all forsaken
Like a stranger, like a stranger? -
Maybe she has left you all forsaken
Like a stranger, like a stranger? -
 
From the start till end of April is my journey
And the stars have grown bigger and much gentler...
- Come on, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman I’m of April!
- Mama, mama, I am just patrolling
A patrolman I’m of April!
 

The Old King

The king was preparing to invade a foreign country.
The queen has made for him hard chucks a whole bag
and his old mantle she has mended so accurately,
She gave him a pack of tobacco and salt in a rag.
 
And she put her hands on the king's chest and said
while caressing him with radiant gaze:
'Hit them harder, or you'll be famous as pacifist, your grace,
And don't forget to take from the enemy sweet gingerbread'.
 
And the king sees--his troops are standing in the yard and pray.
Five sad soldiers, five cheerful soldiers and a corporal in between.
The king told then:' we don't fear neither the press nor the wind,
we'll beat the enemy, and return victorious, and hooray!'
 
But at last the celebration of farewell speeches come to an end.
During the march, the king changed his army formation:
the cheerful soldiers he at once appointed as quartermasters,
but he left the sad ones as a soldiers-- 'Maybe nothing will happen'.
 
The days of victory have come, imagine that.
Five sad soldiers didn't returned from the fight.
The corporal, morally weak, took a captive for a wife,
but they capture a whole bag of gingerbread.
 
Play, orchestras, let's hear the songs and laughter sound.
It's not worth friends to indulge with a minute of silence .
After all, for the sad soldiers to stay alive makes no sense,
and ginger bread, by the way, always not enough for everyone around.
 

The last trolleybus

Versions: #2
When I am overwhelmed by hardships
and despair creeps in,
I jump on the first blue trolleybus I see,
be it the last one.
I jump in the first blue trolleybus I see,
be it the last one.
 
Race through the streets, my last trolleybus,
roam the boulevards around the city
to rescue all the castaways
marooned in the night.
to rescue all the castaways
marooned in the night.
 
My last trolleybus, please let me in,
for I know that in the chill of midnight
your passengers, your sailors
will come to the rescue
your passengers, your sailors
will come to the rescue.
 
Many times I escaped misfortune,
shoulder to shoulder with them...
There's so much kindness to be found
in their silence, their silence.
There's so much kindness to be found
in their silence, their silence.
 
The last trolleybus glides over Moscow
and the city fades away like a river,
and the pain that was fluttering at my temples
recedes, recedes.
and the pain that was fluttering at my temples
recedes, recedes.
 
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Farewell to Christmas tree(New Year fir-tree)

Versions: #2
Farewell to a Christmas tree
 
Raspberry colour trunk, blue crown
Clinking of green fir- cones
The wind passed somewhere in the room
There the lovers were greeted
 
He touched somewhere old strings-
Their sounds rebounds again and again...
And so it's January rolled-flew in,
Frenzied, like electric train
 
We are dressed you up completely, without rest,
We've served you faithfully,
Loudly blowing the cardboard trumpets
As if we were rushing for heroic feat
 
I've even believed for a moment somewhere,
In naivety of heart to know it
That woman enchanted face
Merged with your eternal feast
 
At the moment of separation in the hour of payment
On the day of the withering week
Why did you become so bad?
What, did they all got stupid?
 
And subtle, like nightingales
Proud, like grenadiers
Why did then their reliable hands
Your suitors are hiding?
 
There would be for them no getting together, time to ease
There would be for them no endeavor
But the wheels are beginning to turn
It is so hard to part forever!
 
But the bustle is starting once more
Time judges in it's own way
You were taken down from the cross in a stir
And there won't be no Sunday
 
Fir- tree, my fir- tree- like deer that's leave
You've tried, in vain, perhaps,
That woman shadow, so careful
Got lost in the fir-tree needles!
 
Fir- tree, my fir- tree, like Savior on the blood
Your silhouette in a distant lies
As if the light of amazing love
Flaring, unsatisfied