A keresés eredménye

I don't need (it) anymore

Again I remember you,
And it's all like a dream.
I thought that I knew all of you,
But no, not at all.
 
You told me often that you loved me,
Said that with only one
You'd be happy and not forget,
But your words became like smoke.
 
I don't need it anymore, your magical daydreams,
Leave it to others, they will be so happy.
I don't need it anymore, your artificial tears,
They're like you - there's not a drop of truth in them.
 
I don't need excuses,
I don't need a lie.
The autumn wind will swirl,
And I'll understand it all.
 
In a duel with treacherous fate
The unfaithful night won.
All that we called love
Died, and can't be helped.
 
I don't need it anymore, your magical daydreams,
Leave it to others, they will be so happy.
I don't need it anymore, your artificial tears,
They're like you - there's not a drop of truth in them.
 
I don't need it anymore, your magical daydreams,
Leave it to others, they will be so happy.
I don't need it anymore, your artificial tears,
They're like you - there's not a drop of truth in them.
 
They're like you - there's not a drop of truth in them.
 

Heather bush

Versions: #1
It's so nice around, quiet and dignified,
There are no cities, no noise, no phone calls.
Everything is open to the wind on all four sides,
Sail of clouds and pine mast, so tall.
 
Chorus
Heather bush is like a little boat,
And far, far away is our shore.
Heather bush is like a little boat,
And the boat has neither rudder, nor oars.
 
Autumn turns yellow from under the damp grass,
Springtime sun touches our cheeks, brighten the eyes,
You say: where this boat taking us?
I'm so indescribably surprised...
 
Chorus:
And not understanding hasty words I say,
Your arms outstretched in the empty sky,
Your reflection in the blue water of May
Like a cross thrown in the river, all in white.
 
Chorus
So many miles of love we walked together,
They went beyond horizon, above the cloud,
It's just I'll always miss that honey heather,
Whether we'll ever find those places, I doubt.
 
Chorus
 

White Roses

Versions: #2
It is warmer behind the glass, but the frost is cruel.
I come in and I see summer garden, it is in its bloom.
I would put all the flowers to my heart – they are so pure!
And I ready to kiss all the roses – their whiteness is true.
 
Oh, white roses! Oh, white roses!
Your thorns are without defenсe!
What will you get from the cruel frost,
Snow winds and the space?
Men and women will take you for holidays
For a day or some nights,
After the dance you will stay so lonely
Dying with snow and ice.
 
2.
One after one you are gone and the people are happy,
You will decorate their homes and window sills.
Whose idea was this one to grow you up, so tender and pretty?
To bring into world of cruel storms? Oh, who can tell?
 
Oh, white roses! Oh, white roses!
Your thorns are without defenсe!
What will you get from the cruel frost,
Snow winds and the space?
Men and women will take you for holidays
For a day or some nights,
After the dance you will stay so lonely
Dying with snow and ice.
 

Feather Grass

To I.A. Bunin
 
Like a dying ghost, tall feather grass
In the open steppe swings quietly,
Fading crescent looks in stern impasse,
From white cloud darkens silently.
 
Murky shadows roam, keep wandering
Through the steppe expanse without end,
Fragile, momentary, pondering,
Whisper something to the avid wind.
 
And the shimmer, flashing ghostly lights,
Disappears in the foggy gloom,
And the past that drowned in frosty nights
Rises over graves as groggy plume.
 
Golden crescent darkens, dithering,
Burning down and melting in the skies,
And the feather grass sways, shivering,
Like a dying ghost, it swings and sighs.
 
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Youtuber

I sit in front of the screen every day,
watching wonderful videos,
trying to write a fanfiction,
longing for a meeting with a youtuber!
Hey!
 
It's a job, not a game,
he performs like Leonardo,
and so the light of my room
is a screen with somebody vlogging.
 
Why should I care about migration?
The virtual world is awesome!
His videos are simply flawless,
but my father still doubts it.
 
It's because he's a youtuber,
he's a youtuber
It's because he's a youtuber,
you, you, youtuber!
 
Conveying unnecessary information,
he's the idol of today's young generation,
my daughter went mad because of him,
but I got bored by his work right away.
 
I don't get what my child likes about all that,
if I were making such videos,
I'd be ashamed for life.
 
More than one of my brain cells died
when I was watching his ask video.
What will become of my child
when she keeps watching
that ’you-tuh-be‘.
 
When I was young, people had a different sense of humor.
Dad, you're totally ---. Better listen to me now.
I'm gonna explain it to you.
 
It's because he's a youtuber,
he's a youtuber
It's because he's a youtuber,
you, you, youtuber!
 
He conveys important information,
he's the idol of my generation.
I went totally mad because of him,
I no longer have a reason to be sad.
 
I don't know what you hate so much about it.
What did you and mom do when you were young?
See, you watch television,
probably because of middle-age crisis,
everybody can choose for themselves,
whether they want quality stuff or immense nonsense.
 
What are you trying to tell me?!
Nothing at all.
Good for you.
 
I sit in front of the camera every day,
staring at a blank paper,
trying to make a video,
longing for millions of views!
 
Darn it, where's my inspiration?
My life is filled with worry
that I wouldn't make the deadline for my video,
and now I'm just waiting for an idea.
 
In worst case scenario I'll try to take inspiration,
but I won't copy others' work…
Ewww. No way.
 
It's because I'm a youtuber,
I'm a youtuber.
It's because I'm a youtuber,
I'm a you, you, youtuber!
 
I convey random information,
they say I'm the idol of the young generation,
I'm often a victim of generalization
and omnipresent mystification.
 
It's because I'm a youtuber.
It's because I'm a youtuber.
 
My viewers say I sing better than Karel Gott,
all my fangirls write me that I'm super hot.
They send me greetings every day,
fame gets in some people's heads.
 
So, now that we know those five seconds, I'll ask you:
How much many do you tubers make?
 
Yeah! We're literally rolling in dough,
we buy Lamborghinis every day,
our life is flawless.
I bought a villa in L.A. just yesterday!
 
That's exactly what I thought,
even my friend Eliška knew it!
As a father, I feel upset!
Except that this all is an illusion.
 
Why does everyone only care about money?
 
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