A keresés eredménye

Make me with accuracy

Let's close the windows, and you draw the curtains
So thiefs won't get in at night
Radio, telephone, the day is over
Just hurry up and turn this garbage off
Planes are singing in jet-driven rumbling
Maybe, somewhere foot troops are marching into a battle
But we're so far from these never known dramas
We're more likely to go mad over a leaking tap
People are fighting for their flags
While we're stung by trolley troubles
Somewhere it's a 'yes', most times it's a 'no'
The TV is off, it's time to turn off the light
Make me with accuracy, mom
I want to grow up handsome
 
Make me at night, mom
So I won't turn out aggressive
You just make me with accuracy,
Make me in silence, mother
La la la la la la la la la la
 
Such a night, don't drink wine
Whether it's for loneliness or joy
Loneliness only lasts a day, joy — an hour
Who's to know they're for us, after all
These poems written in avenues, songs sung in basements
Your criticism of little money
Love is for parting, marriage is forever
That's pity you need hot water, though
 

The youth

My masks, the face, photos from different years,
Your beads, your ring,
Everything loses its charm.
Do you remember when
The subway was fast and clean
And the tunnels seemed romantic to us...
 
We melt at the wall of the big city
Where we disheveled our youth
Year after year, code after code,
Getting tangled up in in comfort frame by frame.
 
Are you surprised?
These movie heroes do not touch you any more.
Queens and warriors are digging summer houses...
I'm sick of dressing up and
have no strength left to please.
 

A girl

At night a girl woke up,
So approachless
And a bit shirty,
Her pillow was all in blood.
She said, 'I was betrayed
And left without my blue eyes.
He threw a plate into me
And broke the glass of love.'
 
Her boy is so far away -
In seven seas.
Drinks the love of other girls,
Sings songs to them.
Might it be unfair so,
But maybe more interesting.
 
She went away undressed,
Was it just an evil trick?
She never came back
And might be dead.
Closed her eyes, screamed
And at her disheveled hair
She thrust a moleten dagger -
She forgot to call.
 
Her boy is so far away -
In seven seas.
Drinks the love of other girls,
Sings songs to them.
Might it be unfair so,
But maybe more interesting.
 

Seaweed

I'll cut this seaweed just fine and loosely
Not sure you like it, but it’ll be juicy
You never will tell if you show up for evening
You’ll find address, but there is nothing to greet with
 
And I’m ready to entertain you with singing
Though in other places it is always more pleasing
They're watching new movies and are kissing goofy
And I’m cutting, cutting, cutting seaweed fine and loosely
 
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Critique is always welcomed (proof-read or not, negative too).

Cat on Cat

Cat on cat, that was below belt
Want some vodka? it’s tough as you could get
Like a what1 - the love and skirmish
Nope to prayers, but sleep through
You may steer, if in queue
Jump is not a flight in blue
 
One had thrown the dice at stranger
Someone joked out of anger
Well, so much for passion
Well, so much for passion
 
Who and when, who can guess for now and then
Inside fist what is to be concealed
Birds have not yet pecked there all through
But the maiden will kiss you
Tiny ring is one to lose
Jump is not a flight in blue
 
Someone thrown the dice at stranger
Someone joked out of anger
Well, so much for passion
Well, so much for passion
 
Lighting bulb, and a necklace [of] naked buttocks
For passion…
You could sing the song with no pausing
Pausing but no repetition
Just to start the song anew
And to jump to fly in blue
 
Someone thrown the dice at stranger
Someone joked out of anger
Well, so much for passion
So…
 

• 1. There original lyrics doesn't carry much sense or grammar. This song is like a impressionist painting - you're pleased with result but not 100% sure what is drawn on the canvas. I also do not recall a song of this band, where leader would not change a natural stress at least once in the performance

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Critique is always welcomed (proof-read or not, negative too).

The girls like this

These news stories here will never end,
And your novels will be written someday.
The strings are getting torn in pieces,
The poems are becoming strange
On the eve of the tsunami season.
 
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay in it
Alone for the night.
 
To peek into the splits of darkness, to wink (at each other),
For hearts to pound (to each other) across the sky.
The directions do not matter any more,
The names of the flowers are not important,
Wrapped into the mist forever.
 
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay in it
Alone for the night.
 
And this city will stay
As mysteriously loved,
The girls like this
Are disappearing in it,
And we are to stay …