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In the fog my fire’s glowing

In the fog my fire’s glowing
And the sparks go out in flight
We’ll be seen this late by no one,
On the bridge we’ll say good night.
 
And then early the next morning
You won’t see me here, my man
I’ll be far on a steppe journey
With the gypsy caravan
 
As a parting gift, I gather
On my headscarf tie a knot
As its ends, we’ve been together
We enjoyed our love a lot
 
Who will tell me what’s my fortune
Love, I’ll meet somebody new
And he will un-tie with caution
This tight knot once tied by you
 
You remember me, my dear
When another one will clap
she’ll be singing songs with cheer
While sitting on your lap
 
In the fog my fire’s glowing
And the sparks go out in flight
We’ll be seen this late by no one,
On the bridge we’ll say good night.
 

Hidak

A hidak és te...
Csak az emlék maradt
A hidak és te...
Csak a randevúkra emlékszem
 
A végtelenül eső eső hozzád visz
A tetők, az esték, a csillagok, a városok
Az esőre csak tekintek mintha víz volna
Azonban most téged látlak az esőben
 
Ki fog rajtam segíteni, szerelmem?
Neked ki fog segíteni, szerelmem?
Ki fog rajtam segíteni, szerelmem? Nélküled elveszett vagyok
Nélküled elveszett vagyok, nélküled elveszett vagyok
 
Éjszaka fájdalmakkal alszom el
Csak az álmaimban láthatlak téged
Így ilyen formában, belém tudsz szeretni?
Belém szeretni, belém szeretni
 
Ha láthattalak volna
Erősen szorítva megöleltelek volna
Újból beléd szerettem volna
...
 
A hidak és te...
Csak az emlék maradt
A hidak és te...
Csak a randevúkra emlékszem
 

Kostya Perestukin

Kostya Perestukin is a courteous man,
Kostya is very kind and responsive.
Kostya Perestukin is a useful man,
Kostya is very watchful, not oblivious.
 
He rotates back and forth
The egg of his head.
Kostya's face
Glimpses, as usual,
In the thick of all events.
 
Kostya Perestukin is breathing very evenly.
He doesn't drink, smoke, he is conscientious.
Kostya see a lot of things, hear a lot of things,
And in fact, he is very observant.
 
He rotates back and forth
The egg of his head.
Kostya's face
Glimpses, as usual,
In the thick of all events.
 
The best friend is a notebook.
Kostya never breaks up with it.
It’s everywhere with him, not a step without it.
He even always sleeps cuddling with a book.
 
The rain is over, but drops from the roof
Knocked, knocked on the cornice.
Day and night Kostya hears perfectly well,
Strictly following his slogan:
I'd rather knock too much than too little,
I'd rather knock too much than too little,
I'd rather knock too much than too little.
 
The shadow of his big ears
Slides quietly above the ground.
 

Platforms and Bridges and Trains

A station with night trains, and I am leaving.
I recall your eyes, full of strange feeling.
Moonlight outside, the lounge kept silence,
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in a mist.
 
(Chorus: 2x)
The platforms and bridges and trains
Take turns, and in a crossroad of fate
After keeping silence for ten minutes
It seems we’re parting forever, I guess.
 
Measured sound of wheels is like your breathing
When you asked me, dear, about leaving.
Once again the night has whispered ‘Sorry!’
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in a mist.
 
(Chorus. 2x)
 
Your dark wistful eyes reflect in a window,
Everything’s like home, it is quite simple.
Once again a rain washes a midnight station.
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in the mist.
 
(Chorus. 2x)
 

Bridges

Bridges and you...
But a memory remains
Bridges and you...
I only remember those dates
 
Take the pouring rain away with you for good
The rooftops, nights, stars, and cities
I used to think pouring rain was just water
But now I see you in it
 
Who in the world will help me, my darling?
Who will help you, my darling?
Who in the world will help me? I'm lost without you
Lost without you, lost with you
 
It pains me to go to sleep at night
You could show up in my dreams
Then, could you fall in love with me?
Fall in love, fall in love
 
I would see you
I would hug you so tight
I would fall in love again with you...
...
 
Bridges and you...
But a memory remains
Bridges and you...
I only remember those dates
 

With the speed of the world

In the morning birds start sparkling
Like your dew
From damned god's eyes
It's yellow summer.
 
At night animals are blareing
In a working burrow
And pine echo
Is limping along the hills.
 
Through the fires, through the woods - on an obedient carpet
At the sunrise, in reality, and with the speed of the world
It's the right time.
 
Grass is spiking from the heels of earth
Like from the bucket
And no one can satisfy
Its sweet sea
 
Round trees, tight elephants
Blue dust
The bless of aching shoes
A poor affair.
 
Through the glasses, through the years - on a shaggy carpet
In silver, in the wind, and with the speed of the world
It's the right time.
 
No one said it would be easy -
At the sunset of life
One resonant moon
One excessive wall
However, outside the window -
 
It's yellow summer
Sweet sea
It's the right time
It's the right time
It's the right time
 

Plain disquieting strings

Plain disquieting strings
Stitched together our reality.
Like a shaman over the runes
I'm guessing at the news clarity.
 
With orthodoxy I degrade,
With crowd of patriots - go wild
Could it be our commanders idea
To lead us into North Korea?
 
You will say it's impossible!
Korea is a rogue state,
While we have heroic past
And different mentality.
 
Weak and failing their economy,
Militarism, and cult of personality,
Rockets, roads full of ruts,
Even lies in the newscasts.
 
Internal security and other strongmen
Are everywhere there
The country itself and each individual
Is circled by enemy.
 
And here we have orthodoxy,
Snitching, spirituality, staples of commonality.
Freedom for us is not the essentiality
And all our enemies are fools and ridiculous.
 
And we have justice throughout.
Constitution - stone dragging you down.
Officiaries are honest people that us surround...
Of course we are not Korea.
 

Bonfire

Versions: #2
A wise man can say, wound are healed by time.
Every bonfire will burn out and die.
Wind will dispel its ashes without a trace.
But as longs as fire is carrying on and on
Every master saves it until its light is gone,
Either in disaster or in cold days.
 
If night is long they make a little fire
to save their strength and fuel at a time
Keeping in silence firewood and hearts.
But once you will find a man who’s not alike
Who doesn’t want to do like people try
He will build a fire you’ll see it from afar.
 
Not everything has come to be. Not everything is done by me.
I still can see some colours of the day.
No sorrow’s for my fire. My fate protects my way.
 
The clever and wise saved their fire best
Nobody was warmed with it but them
Nevertheless, they waited for good time.
And you were too wrong. You have no fuel now
because in an hour your fire has burned out.
But you warmed people and still you survived
 
Not everything has come to be. Not everything is done by me.
I still can see some colours of the day.
No sorrow’s for my fire. My fate protects my way.
 

My Bride

I swear upon my father and his fists1
I swear upon my mother's soul and my brother's head
That she will never marry the water pourer.
Who will take part in the wedding ceremony
other than the liquorice juice sellers?
From the alley and to the house's hallway
x2
 
She's a full moon among moons
And a fairy of heaven
How is she to live in ditches
And eat so frugally?
Oh, you are a drumstick tree branch2
Your teeth are pearls
Her nose emanates light
like amber
and is smaller than a buckthorn fruit3
 
And she must fulfill her promise
I am her destiny and her happiness
And I tell her boldly
There is no groom or companion for you other than me
And to lawyers and policemen
You must say no
 

• 1. It says 'arms', he's swearing upon his father's strength/power
• 2. As in, her figure is so slender/elegant.
• 3. What is meant is that her nose is small. Poor choice though, buckthorn fruits are, well, not the smallest. I guess it rhymes though, might be why.

Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

I serve Russia

I know that at home you are grieving,
I left to serve,
Otherwise - forgive me -
I don't know how to live.
There may be a line of obstacles
In our life
I ask only one thing from you -
Wait for me.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
 
If only I could hug you,
Take your hand,
But again my officer
 
Yells to me, 'Fire.'
I know you and I see the same dreams,
While demob* seems as far away as the moon.
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
Don't forget the soldier,
His best regard is when you
Send letters - in answer he,
Through slanting rains,
Sends the simple words, 'I serve Russia.'
 
'I serve Russia.'
'I serve Russia.'
 

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