A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Folk wisdom

Neither backwards nor forwards in rows
Little piglets can fly through the air.
Or perhaps they could fly years ago
But today they are flying nowhere.
 
Their hooves got too sluggish and narrow,
Their tails got too stubby and crude.
All they need is to scavenge and burrow,
Dully filling their bellies with food.
 
Heavy blackness descends like a cloud
And they're having a dream full of fun:
Flock of piglets just lifts off the ground,
Flying South to bask in the sun.
 
And the people wake up in the morning,
Fetch a couple of logs for the hearth,
For they know: the winter is coming
When the piglets migrate to the south.
 

The Unsettling Song

I'm worried again that the day is wasted
The morning is coming, but it won't help me to sleep,
That there's not a single dream left,
In which we would not be apart, you and I!
 
Like ashes on the Nevsky ( *1), like sand on the Arbat ( *2),
Like the destroyed Kharkiv ( *3) and the victory at Stalingrad ( *4),
Like my love that you don't need to talk about,
Like the blue sky over Herat ( *5)…
 
Again, it bothers me that we are quite similar.
The whole world is in your pocket, God, it won't help us anymore,
That there's not a single dream left,
All you have to do is jump off the damn cliff…
 
Like birds of passage who don't know where to land
Like suicides who can't stop
Like my love, the one that is not enough,
Like the blue sky over Bagram ( *6)…
 
I am again worried that I have lived in vain,
That soon eternity won't help me to sleep either,
That there's not a single dream left,
In which you and I would be together forever.
 
Like ashes on the Nevsky ( *1), like footprints on the Arbat ( *2),
Like the blue sky over Kandahar ( *7),
Like my love, the one I need?
Like a bright sun over Leningrad! ( *8)
 

Wrong

Let you be wrong
But the real
In your soul, there is what I am treated with
You are mine, and I am proud of that.
 
If you were like everyone else,
Who would you be like?
When you are near, you give me strength
Make dreams come true.
 
You write I'll break up with you
You are just like that, you are in my destiny
Now I understand why without others I can
Without others, I can
I can't live without you
I can't live without you
 
Let you be wrong
But the real
In your soul, there is what I am treated with
You are mine, and I am proud of that.
Let you be wrong
But the real
In your soul, there is what I am treated with
You are mine, and I am proud of that.
 
Spent so long time to find you
I don't need all these people, they don't equal you
I will put you into my life
For a thaw to come to our hearts
 
I'm fine with you, honestly
Because we are so closely connected to each other
And now you are in my songs
So now you will live in me
You will live forever
 
Let you be wrong
But the real
In your soul, there is what I am treated with
You are mine, and I am proud of that.
Let you be wrong
But the real
In your soul, there is what I am treated with
You are mine, and I am proud of that.
 

Komsomol marching song

Trumpeters sounded the alarm.
Equipped with everything for the battle in the proper way,
The Komsomol consolidated battalion
Was going on a long journey.
 
Goodbye, my mother, don't grieve,
Kiss your son in farewell

Kholodnaya Vesna (Cold Spring)

From a muddy window
I see the boring neighborhoods.
The cold spring
sleeps in the empty cities.
 
The world is so small,
foolishness rules them.
Bitter final,
always alone, in the empty walls.
 
It is repugnant to me to think that I am going to see their thick, selfsatisfied faces. They make laws, they write popular novels, they get married, they are fools enough to have children.
And all this time, great, vague nature has slipped into their city, it has infiltrated everywhere, in their house, in their office, in themselves.
It doesn't move, it stays quietly and they are full of it inside, they breathe it, and they don't see it, they imagine it to be outside, twenty miles from
the city.
And I, I see it, I see this nature... I know that its obedience is idleness, I know it has no laws: what they take for constancy is only habit and it can change tomorrow...
(с) Jean-Paul Sartre 'La Nausée'
 
Let me longing,
don't touch my soul thread.
Let the ages go by,
in the remains of their rotting.
 
Let the body be covered with fragrant herbs,
let the bones shine in the golden rays.
Through the velvet of flowers, through a portrait in an emerald frame.
Not through the voice of the man, but by the nature itself that will repay.
 

Weird tale

A new day begins once again,
The morning spotlight hits from the window again
And the phone's silent - disconnected...
 
There is no sun on the sky again,
Fights again - every man for himself,
And I feel that, the sun isn't more than a dream...
 
On the window glass there's a tale with a bad ending....
A weird tale...
 
And the rain knocks like bullets
And it's autumn on the streets.
And the wall of the cloud-bricks is durable...
The trees got sick with plague,
They got sick back in spring,
Leave-palms fly down, waving to us from above...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending,
A weird tale...
 
And then she'll come,
'Pack your things, - she'll say, - Let's go, give the body to the earth...'
But the body almost hasn't finished,
But the body hasn't received much love...
Weird thing...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending...
A weird tale...
 

Weird tale

A new day begins once again,
The morning spotlight hits from the window again
And the phone's silent - disconnected...
 
There is no sun on the sky again,
Fights again - every man for himself,
And I feel that, the sun isn't more than a dream...
 
On the window glass there's a tale with a bad ending....
A weird tale...
 
And the rain knocks like bullets
And it's autumn on the streets.
And the wall of the cloud-bricks is durable...
The trees got sick with plague,
They got sick back in spring,
Leave-palms fly down, waving to us from above...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending,
A weird tale...
 
And then she'll come,
'Pack your things, - she'll say, - Let's go, give the body to the earth...'
But the body almost hasn't finished,
But the body hasn't received much love...
Weird thing...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending...
A weird tale...
 

Red Nine

Fuck it
 
I am taking a seat in your red nine
I am pulling the snackbar out of the compartment
You set Warlocks - today we'll die
Together in a fucking car crash
 
One hundred and thirty per hour we are going in a turn
Someone of us two is definitely retarded
One hundred and thirty per hour we are going in a turn
Warlocks banging aloud, holy shit
 
Let's take a ride, bitch
Let's drive right against the traffic
Cause we are driving right in dudemobile
Protected by Jesus and Maria
 
Let's take a ride, bitch
Let's drive right against the traffic
Cause we are driving right in dudemobile
Protected by Jesus and Maria
 
Don't give a fucking about the slipping, nor about the snow
We got fucking summer tires
You are my driver, get past the red light
We need to get to the grocery before its late
 
One hundred and thirty per hour we are going in a turn
Someone of us two is definitely retarded
One hundred and thirty per hour we are going in a turn
Warlocks banging aloud, holy shit
 
Let's take a ride, bitch
Let's drive right against the traffic
Cause we are driving right in dudemobile
Protected by Jesus and Maria
 
Let's take a ride, bitch
Let's drive right against the traffic
Cause we are driving right in dudemobile
Protected by Jesus and Maria
 

Dark night

Dark night, only bullets are whistling in the steppe,
Only the wind is wailing through the telephone wires, stars are faintly flickering...
In the dark night, my love, I know you are not sleeping,
And, near a child's crib, you secretly wipe away a tear.
 
How I love the depths of your gentle eyes,
How I long to press my lips to them!
This dark night separates us, my love,
And the dark, troubled steppe has come to lie between us.
 
I have faith in you, in you, my sweetheart.
That faith has shielded me from bullets in this dark night...
I am glad, I am calm in deadly battle:
I know you will meet me with love, no matter what happens.
 
Death is not terrible, we've met with it more than once in the steppe...
And here it looms over me once again,
You await my return, sitting sleepless near a cradle,
And so I know that nothing will happen to me!
 

A never ending story

Sidewalks and buildings
Reflect in shop windows.
Star diamonds are scattered all over.
I can't stop time
Even for a moment,
But I wanted it so…
 
I live this way, I sing,
I look at the world. Again I throw everything
Into the fire without regret.
The sound does not stop,
This life is going round in a circle
 
Like a never ending story
Move, Tanya! Rock it out, Tanya!
 
It is easy to do so,
I have enough notes,
Cobwebs of words I weave.
And now there's no reason
To take aspirine,
My depth is here.
 
I live this way, I sing,
I look at the world. Again I throw everything
Into the fire without regret.
The sound does not stop,
This life is going round in a circle
 
Like a never ending story
Move, Tanya! Rock it out, Tanya!
 

Strong Weak

Strong ... Weak ...
Strong ... Weak ...
 
On the heels and on my knees I'm strong
Both in the clouds and in the dungeon I'm strong
But sometimes when it gets dark I'm weak
I'm getting crazy and I don't know what to do
Cannot understand who I am, like there are two of me
 
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
 
I fell off and I soared, I am strong
I can do everything myself, I am strong
But here again I'm scared to believe, I'm weak
I'm afraid to fall down and am I really falling
Cannot understand who I am, like there are two of me
 
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
 
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
Strong, strong, strongest
Or am I, or am I, or I am weak
 

(???)

I live three years in a hostel,
I eat and sleep here.
I've got friends in there,
And I live with a girl.
The bastards may kick me out,
Our landlord is like a beast.
We get ambushed every day,
And sometimes we lose.
(???)
Life in a hostel
It ain't a show-off, but it's cool
Oooh, ooh
Life in a hostel
Alcoholic
Still it's (???), but very cool
Ooh, oooh ooh,
Ooh, oooh ooh
Oooh ooh
We go there to eat dumplings, with and without mayonnaise
Mostly it's with mayonnaise, but may also be without it
School's got me out of my mind, got me out me out of my mind to the end
Like Alla said, this is literal blasphemy
Literal blasphemy
 

My only one

Versions: #1
Even in a broken mirror,
Leaning over the splinters,
In the forgotten reflections
You will see me once again.
And love like a crazy bird,
Will break through your window,
And I will be in your dreams again,
Still will be in your dreams.
 
My only one,
Betrothed to the wind,
Luminous with light,
My lightsome one.
Why would I need a dawn now?
The stars are falling into the seas,
And breaking the anchors,
My soul is flying away.
 
What have we done with hope,
In that hour when misery came?
After all, we will never be the same as we used to be.
Our children will never be born,
They will never bring us flowers.
Only a cold wind will be singing
Over the ruins of our dreams.
 
My only one,
Betrothed to the wind,
Luminous with light,
My lightsome one.
Why would I need a dawn now?
The stars are falling into the seas,
And breaking the anchors,
My soul is flying away.
 
My heart was yearning for the skies,
Yet, you were afraid of the heights.
And what’s left is only bitterness
From the sudden void.
In our broken mirror,
Leaning over, you will see -
Two unfulfilled lives
Scatter, tanging, apart.
 
My only one,
Betrothed to the wind,
Luminous with light,
My lightsome one.
Why would I need a dawn now?
The stars are falling into the seas,
And breaking the anchors,
My soul is flying away.
 

Song to Stalin's good health

Accept, Great Stalin, our Father,
The love of hearts devoted to the homeland,
Accept the deference of your people
On your joyous birthday.
 
Chorus:
We all sing praise to your deeds,
Live, our Leader, live to make us happy!
 
You illuminated our epoch with clear light,
You are the closest person to us all,
With you, we went the glorious, difficult road,
Fighting for the honour of our native land.
 
Chorus.
 
You lead us on Lenin's path,
You call us all to new exploits,
With you, we entered sunny life,
Fighting for peace and building communism!
 
Chorus:
We all sing praise to your deeds,
Live, our Leader, live to make us happy!
 

Black spring

Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
No one will understand
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
It's already dark outside
Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
Nobody knew
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
Evil is prowling through this darkness
 
This is your eternity,
Your black spring
Its close breath,
Its voice in your sleep
Just give it a reason,
It will become silence,
A glorious victory or a new war
 

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.
 

The Pony Has A Long Forelock

When it's freezing or hot outside,
the pony goes to work at nine all the same.
The trolleybus from its trolleybus depot,
the bus from its bus depot,
are all set to bring us
to the gates of the zoo
to the gates of the zoo.
 
The pony has a long soft silken forelock,
he pulls the coach to such lands
as dad went to and mom went to
when they were just like me,
just like, just like me.
 
To there, where elephants and hippos,
orangutangs and other marvels dwell
planes fly once a week,
then ships sail for a week,
then all-terrain vehicles too,
while a pony ride just takes half an hour
while a pony ride just takes half an hour.
 
The pony has a long soft silken forelock,
he pulls the coach to such lands
as dad went to and mom went to
when they were just like me,
just like, just like me.
 
I'd like to ride the pony day and night,
I could become a granddad and yet not part with him,
I wouldn't part with him.
 
A plane always looks wonderful above the clouds,
and ships are each more beautiful than the last,
but it's not easy to hug a plane,
and it's not easy to hug a ship,
while it's so easy to hug the pony,
and it feels so marvellous
and it feels so marvellous.
 

Telephonic love

I'm listening to the sounds of telephonic love,
I'm falling down, fires lay across my path.
Mazes of doors welcome us,
Wires buzz, the meaning of telephonic phrases is getting erased.
 
In cuts of houses, a spiderweb of networks,
The speed of electricity matches mine...
(in the speed of moving to you)
 
Nobody knows, where you are waiting for me,
Your voice rings from the stairwells of creaky homes.
Beeps in the telephone, water out of the tap,
I think, I lost the string to you forever.
 
In cuts of houses, a spiderweb of networks,
The speed of electricity matches mine...
(in the speed of moving to you)
 
I'm listening to the sounds of telephonic love,
I'm falling down, fires lay across my path.
Mazes of doors welcome us,
Wires buzz, the meaning of telephonic phrases is getting erased.
 
In cuts of houses, a spiderweb of networks,
The speed of electricity matches mine...
(in the speed of moving to you)
 
And one of the phrases stayed with you in the wires...
 

Lullaby

What kind of song to sing to you, my darling,
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
I will rock you, as you are falling asleep, like a cradle.
I will rock you like a cradle.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
“Good night”, -
I will say to you again, And I trust that the day won’t come,
When these two words would be whispered to you by someone else,
By someone else, after me.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours. Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
May you sleep peacefully,
While I go to explore the valley,
I will ask birds to sing in the morning,
Will blow out the stars and will light up the dawn,
Will blow out the stars and will light up the dawn
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours,
Just six hours
A night in July lasts only six hours.
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
A night in July lasts only six hours.
 

The Universe

The Universe, the umpteenth - it is us and what is between us,
Pulsing under the skin
In live waves.
Without you I don’t exist, and without us you don’t exist,
And every time is like the last time.
 
The Universe, the umpteenth - it is us and what is between us,
Pulsing under the skin
In live waves.
Without you I don’t exist, and without us you don’t exist,
And every time is like the last time.
 
Time - it is a half-life period,
Place - always depends on the point of view,
People - are everybody who came today,
We accelerate the Earth’s spinning.
 
Children of the Big Bang,
Those who looked into the black holes,
But no world’s science
Can help us
Understand each other.
 
We are the links of the chain, there are billions of us,
The parts of the 3-D web.
How to manage to take two steps back and
See what the whole picture is about?
 
The Universe, the umpteenth - it is us and what is between us,
Pulsing under the skin
In live waves.
Without you I don’t exist, and without us you don’t exist,
And every time is like the last time.
 
Time is ticking in the temples,
Place - is in the bottleneck of the sandglass.
This is us, stuck for a moment
And turned out at the very beginning.
 
The echo of invisible tomorrow
Will reverberate, as a mantra, today,
And we will become even more real,
And we will become even freer.
 
The Universe, the umpteenth - it is us and what is between us,
Pulsing under the skin
In live waves.
Without you I don’t exist, and without us you don’t exist,
And every time is like the last time.
 
The Universe, the umpteenth - it is us and what is between us,
Pulsing under the skin
In live waves.
Without you I don’t exist, and without us you don’t exist,
And every time is like the last time.
 
We are the links of the chain, there are billions of us,
The parts of the 3-D web.
How to manage to take two steps back and
See what the whole picture is about?
 
Event threads,
Interconnections
Pixels, starts, the game of intuition -
Everything is moving to the active phase,
We are expanding the boundaries of the Universe.
 

Red Planet

There's not much oxygen left.
The display shows a red alert.
We believe our distress call will get through
but it's really hard.
 
Our ship has been downed by a meteor.
The landing was difficult.
We got a signal from the station,
'hold on, we're already near'
 
(chorus)
Mars settlers, heroes and people.
Mars settlers, dreams and fates.
New feats await the strong and the young.
Earth awaits discoveries for all times.
 
We'll build a new city here.
It'll take a few years1, but we're2 young.
On this red planet
children will laugh loudly.
 
Rockets from the Earth fly
through the storms of an alien planet.
We are scouts, we are settlers
of a new world under a new sun.
 

• 1. 'not one year, not two'
• 2. he's

Red Viburnum

The fog fell in a pure field.
By night there will be cold.
Oh you, you are with the grief on above,
My bitter misfortune...
The first snow is just around the corner,
Bullfinches on viburnum.
And above us, and above us,
Cranes bitterly cry.
 
Chorus:
Red viburnum, bitter viburnum,
Again I had a long separation.(1)
Long separation, long roads,
Red Viburnum, bitter viburnum.
 
I'll get up early in the morning
I will collect frozen berries.
I sew a thin thread,
on the Soul through wounds
Bullfinches don't scare,
I’ll follow a path with them.
Oh, viburnum, I know
I'll be back in a way one day.
 
Chorus:
Red viburnum, bitter viburnum,
Again I had a long separation.(1)
Long separation, long roads,
Red Viburnum, bitter viburnum.
 
Again I had a long separation.(1)
Long separation, long roads,
 
Red viburnum, bitter viburnum,
Again I had a long separation.(1)
Long separation, long roads,
Red Viburnum, bitter viburnum.
 

Eternal Phantom Passer-By

Versions: #1
I'm not myself,
My tracks are lost,
I'm up to my head
In the grains of time -
I fell to the bottom
And the metronome
Counts in silence...
While everybody awaits
The coming of the Truth
The holy lie
Sounds ever more genuine,
And hides its gaze,
And poisons my soul
The venom of temptation...
 
I did it all -
And left it all,
In my game
There are almost no rules,
And my hero
Doesn't keep rank
And asks for trouble...
 
I did away with dreams and confessions,
In fate's hands
Is my salvation,
My central nerve
Is threaded through a needle,
Bared to the limit...
 
Eternal
Phantom passer-by
Will be able to protect me -
An ordinary storyline
Of all religions...
True
To me -
And by me
Betrayed,
She learned in full
Birth and Death
In every moment...
 

Don't fly away

It was so brutal, it was not easy.
It was unchangeable (also near), it was far away.
It was painful in the heart, and heavy the soul.
 
The stars were not shining, and the moon didn't beam.
But, that time has passed, and Autumn has come.
The sky became clear, and bright sunshine came through.
And the morning dawn was so wonderful.
 
Don't fly away!
Please, don't fly away from me anyway.
My heart,
is always open for you
Wherever you are,
wherever you are, I'll seek you out.
And in all dreams,
in search of love I'll come after you.
 
Life is complete different, when you are around.
The sun is shining and flowers bloom.
And I can't think of anything else --
but you and your love...
 
It was so brutal, it was not easy.
You were so far away from me,
but the sky has cleared, with bright sunshine light.
And the morning dawn was so wonderful...
 
Don't fly away!
Please, don't fly away from me anyway.
My heart,
is always open for you
Wherever you are,
wherever you are, I'll seek you out.
And in all dreams,
in search of love I'll come after you.
 

Lullaby

Versions: #1
[Chorus: Faik with Rauf]
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
 
[Verse 1: Rauf]
I remember that night, you closed your eyes, at grandma's door
And the stairwell, we went down together
Parks, scandals, love, history, love songs
I wanna be with you forever, please remember me
 
[Chorus]
I accompanied you home to the sound of birds
You fell asleep on my laps
And I knocked on my grandmother's door
I walked the whole corridor, and you're still sleeping
'Don't get up baby', — You're telling me
 
[Chorus: Faik with Rauf]
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
Take me, love me, shelter
The shroud that you and I created together
 
[Verse 2: Rauf with Faik]
The light of lanterns, walks along the street
Look into my eyes, and i'll tell you everything
And i'll sing you a lullaby, look into my eyes
And where is kindness in them? (Where is kindness?)
 
[Chorus]
I accompanied you home to the sound of birds
You fell asleep on my laps
And I knocked on my grandmother's door
I walked the whole corridor, and you're still sleeping
'Don't get up baby', — You're telling me
 
[Outro]
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Darkest of nights

Versions: #2
Darkest of nights, only bullets swoosh by in the steppe,
Humming wind's in the cables again, only stars lightly twinkling.
In this pitch black, you, my love, I know sleepless again
While at our child's bed, tears away, you are furtively wiping.
 
Oh, how I love, that great depth of your kind, lovely eyes,
Oh, how I want, just to feel my lips pressed, a, gainst them,
Darkest of nights, is dividing us, honey, right now
The alarming black darkness of steppe, coming now straight between us.
 
I do believe, I believe in you, my dear sweetheart
In the dark night, this steadfast belief spared me from a bullet
I am overjoyed, battle's deadly, but I'm staying calm,
I know you will still greet me with love, should bad tidings befall me.
 
Death is no threat, meeting us all the time in the steppe,
There's she again, above me, darkly spinning-whirling,
At our child's bed, you are waiting for me still, my love,
That's why I know that no harm to me, can and will ever happen.
 

Darkest of nights

Versions: #2
Darkest of nights, only bullets swoosh by in the steppe,
Humming wind's in the cables again, only stars lightly twinkling.
In this pitch black, you, my love, I know sleepless again
While at our child's bed, tears away, you are furtively wiping.
 
Oh, how I love, that great depth of your kind, lovely eyes,
Oh, how I want, just to feel my lips pressed, a, gainst them,
Darkest of nights, is dividing us, honey, right now
The alarming black darkness of steppe, coming now straight between us.
 
I do believe, I believe in you, my dear sweetheart
In the dark night, this steadfast belief spared me from a bullet
I am overjoyed, battle's deadly, but I'm staying calm,
I know you will still greet me with love, should bad tidings befall me.
 
Death is no threat, meeting us all the time in the steppe,
There's she again, above me, darkly spinning-whirling,
At our child's bed, you are waiting for me still, my love,
That's why I know that no harm to me, can and will ever happen.
 

Kid -- I will be with You just half hour more

Kid ( ** I will be with You just half hour more… **)
 
translated by Dmytro Zelenskyy - March 13th 2018
 
I will be _with_ You just half hour more,
then – for centuries in the vain ado.
Hey, Kid, take this! Have my sail and gear,
all cordage and courage, here.
All cordage and courage, here!
 
We knocked* our brows with* severe storms,
our sweat soaked in squeaky deck and ropes,
Hey, Kid, you did well, you was good Ship’s Boy,
now you’re the Brave Captain! Enjoy!
 
Been* angry, I cursed your loyalty,
eked out devotion to other – “real”.
I may* do something soon, I feel…
not rashly, don’t fall in a fear.
 
And* I will be _You_ just half hour more,
then – the centuries of all that jazz, Jeez!
Hey, Kid, take this! Have my sail and soul,
all cordage and courage, please,
all cordage and courage,
my cordage and courage…
 

Inayae

 
Inayae en uyir thunaiyae
Un imai thirandhaal
Naan uraivadhu yenadi
Azhagae en muzhu ulagam
Un vizhigalilae
Kan urangudhu paaradi
 
Arugae nee irundhaal
En kaipesi vaai moodumae
Thalai saithu nee sirithaaiyenil
En thaeneeril thaen koodumae
 
Inayae en uyir thunaiyae
Un inimaiyile
Naan karaivadhu yenada
Yugamaai kai viral pidithu
Naam nadapadhu pol
Naan unarvadhu yenada
Inayae…
 

Ambulance car

Her fingers garlanded with rings of Saturn
She smells worse than a spitting urn,
Her granddad is Marquis de Sade,
Her papa is Schicklgruber.
 
She is more dangerous than virus of AIDS
She is bloodier than bullfighter's blades
She calls me back to her,
To the gloomy Kingdom of Hades.
 
Ambulance car, ambulance car,
Ambulance car, and go far... go far... go fuck off!
 
Early autumn, pleasant night.
Arbat street. House number eight.
Here once resided Tanya,
(I can still remember this!)
 
Someone cuts his wrists in bathroom
Walls are shaking from love-making
We drink vodka on the kitchen,
Three, including Jimi Hendrix.
 
Ambulance car, ambulance car,
Ambulance car, and go far... go far... go fuck off!
 
Oh, my dull-eyed child,
You cherish syringe's glide.
But in vain, yes, in vain,
You are flying in the clouds.
 
Clouds give a poor support,
You will soon fall back to dirt,
And you will be taken without delay,
To the graveyard mounds.
 
Ambulance car, ambulance car,
Ambulance car, and go far... go far... go fuck off!
 
© Uncommon

Terrifying secret

What to do, when
Everything in life is upside down.
Sparkling from the corner,
Carried by the breeze,
The tram departed,
So now on foot.
 
To warm hands, and the door
Is locked with two locks.
To look through the window for a long time,
Counting the clouds.
To write poems for the last time,
And then, to turn the gas in the kitchen on.
 
To write poems for the last time,
And then, to light the gas in the kitchen up.
To warm wine, to call to all of us.
 
This secret will die with us,
This terrifying secret will die with us,
This terrifying secret will die with us.
 

The Old Wartime Song

Versions: #2
Songs of our squadron are no longer heard.
Tinkly sounds of cleft hooves finished ringing.
Bullets pierced the bottom of the cooking pot.
Sutler girl is killed, but pain's still stinging.
 
Few of us are left: just us and our pain.
Few of us but our foes are fewer.
And as long as we live, frontline's our bane,
If we perish, Heaven's our future.
 
Holding rifle bolt, yet head feels gloom at hand,
Though it seems my soul soared free from fetters.
What's the point of writing with blood on the sand?
Nature has no use for our letters.
 
Sleep tight, dear brothers, it will all come back,
New commanders will be born, however
Newly drafted soldiers still will be on track
To receive their own apartments - never.
 
Sleep on, dear brothers, everything repeats,
Everything in nature runs in circles.
Words as well as bullets, blood and deep love beats.
Time for peace will never clear the hurdles.
 
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