A keresés eredménye oldal 5

Dream

Versions: #2
(Zabava)
Small village house, stove and a cradle,
A timber flooring, a bench and the candle.
Small purring kitten, hardworking husband,
Here's an elation that makes me gladdened.
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Tzar)
Don't give me backing, I'll somehow manage,
To bring my dear daughter to the gainful marriage.
House of plenty for my Zabava.
Here's an elation, and my God's manna.
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Polkan)
Zabava is near me and I am crowned,
I'm standing solid on the new ground.
All the new money, all the new reaches,
Here's an elation, from rags to riches!
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Vanya)
Small village house, stove and a cradle,
A timber flooring, a bench and the candle.
And gang of kids there running around,
Here's an elation, is it, Zabava?
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(All together)
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
 

A Criminal's Lot

Such is the lot in life of a criminal.
All of life is lonely, behind prison bars.
I write you, my dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
Now I write you, dear mother.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
I didn't steal that much in Tiblisi.
And in Batum I fixed those bastards.
And now I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
And now I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
At night, I was born into obscurity 1,
Thieves made me one of their own kind.
Mother dear named me Roman. Oh, mom!
And now I'm too far in.
Mother dear named me Roman. Oh mom!
And now I'm emptying my pockets.
 
Now I'm sitting on a wood slat bed.
I have bread and everything that you want for me.
But, there's no freedom, dear mom!
Such is a criminal's lot.
There is no freedom, mother dear!
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
In Magadan, we sat for a long time,
eating and drinking, and playing some cards 2.
We ate and drank, and played some cards. Oh mom!
Quietly, we hummed a tune .3
We ate, drank, and played some cards, mom!
Quietly, we remembered 'the Wall.' 4
We ate and drank, and played some cards mom!
Quietly, we hummed a tune.
 
Hush, people, we ask you please be quiet.
Oh! Pigeons are nuzzling on the roof.
Love, itself rejoices here, mom!
This old thief longs for her homeland.
Love, itself is rejoices here, mom!
This old thief longs for her homeland.
 
So, I sing to let people know
that thieves shouldn't be put in cages.
I write you, dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
Now I write you dearest mom.
Such is a criminal's lot.
 
I don't know daylight or freedom.
Oh, how do you live? Are you there, my dear?
Instead of being the black sheep of society, oh mom.
I see how winter turns to summer. 5
Instead of being the black sheep of society, oh mom,
I see how winter turns to summer.
 
In prison we drank ice cubes,
My hands froze from the cold.
We killed all those jerks, mom!
But all the while our numbers increased.
We killed all those jerks, mom!
And all the while, our numbers increased.
 
Thanks, John, for the package!
Thanks, John, for this trash!
It's a bitter pill to swallow, mom! This plan for my life.
I have no plan, like a king without a kingdom.
It's a bitter pill to swallow, mom! This plan for my life.
I have no plan, like a king without a kingdom.
 

• 1. under the fence
• 2. a card game called 'Kumar'
• 3. a song called 'Dolyu' (The Lot)
• 4. a city called Boka'
• 5. implied 'people can change like the seasons'

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
 

Insects

The icy glaze has trampled my laughs,
The machine gun has chewed up my laughs.
The insects are hoarding shame,
The insects are hoarding jealousy.
 
The pity squeaked between the teeth,
The meat cried under the knife.
The insects are squirming,
The insects are slithering.
 
Shit doesn't sink in fire and in blood.
Honest and respectable people everywhere.
Everyone was born a cop!
Everyone was born a cop!
 
The padded jackets heed lessons in courage,
The borscht is smirking like a crapper wide open.
An insect can endure everything —
Self-control is self-control.
 
A beautiful, brave new world,
A beautiful, brave new plague!
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
Apotheosis.
 
Meandering through the weeds,
They froze to death,
Meandering through the weeds,
They froze to death,
They froze to death,
Both of God's servants — they're you and I.
Both of God's servants — they're you and I.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
That's how it was.
 
For ever and ever,
For ever and ever,
In the name of the puppy
And the crumpled piece of paper
I invoke!
I invoke
The dry little river,
The dead little birdie,
The great gaping flame,
The charred grimy rock,
To deliver us from
The efforts of evil,
From the eyes of meat,
From the speeches of stone,
The museums of plenty,
And the boozy remarks,
From the proletarian masses
And all other life!
 
The icy glaze has trampled my laughs,
The machine gun has chewed up my laughs.
Insects, insects...
Insects, insects...
Insects.
 
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
World-class dope.
 
Insects.
Insects.
 

Come and visit fairy tale

Versions: #2
If you are not really afraid of King Kaschey,
Barmaley the pirate, or Yaga the witch,
Come into the fable, find here your own way,
Where the green oak-tree by the shore is bewitched.
 
There walks a black cat learned in the oldest fables,
He sips only milk and he doesn't catch mice,
He's a talking cat, he is very able,
And Zmey Gorynych has been chained there thrice.
 
Come and visit fairy tale,
Can't you see, we are waiting here for thee!
And cat's stories are not veiled,
As he witnessed them with his own tail.
Oh, how silent here and dim!
Oh, how wondrous and grim!
Oh, how bally here and fun,
As at the end the Good has always won!
 
You will get to know many faery stories:
Here you'll see 'The Turnip' and key made of gold.
Chernomor magician full of his furies,
That has dismayed us with his beard for nought.
 
At long last for all of the world to admire,
After all adventures and and battles have cooled,
You'll become as happy as Buratino,
And very clever just like Ivan the Fool.
 
Oh, how silent here and dim!
Oh, how wondrous and grim!
Oh, how bally here and fun,
As at the end the Good has always won!
 

In the dugout

Logs burn bright in my cramped little stove
On the wood, flowing tar, like a tear
The accordion sings to me here,
In my dugout, of your eyes and smile
 
Beyond Moscow, in fields full of snow,
On each bush the leaves whispered of you,
And I want now for you to hear
All this longing in my living voice
 
You are now far away, far away,
And between us lies snow beyond snow
To reach you is not easy to do,
To reach death – only four little steps
 
Sing, accordion, to spite the wind
Call the happiness that’s lost its way
In my bitter cold dugout, I’m warm
From a love that will never burn low
 

You Can't Be Born a Soldier

There is not a barren sacred place.
[We] had a worthless corpse to fill a pit,
A red rag to wrap around a hearse,
A soulful song to mute all evils and all woes,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place without a foe.
Blindly, with a polished rifle stock,
Charge forth in a uniform without a hole,
With a dashing march to mute your grinding teeth,1
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place that's nice and clean.
Stinking winds are flooding on the shores,
Rotten ash, absorbed by the soil,
And tobacco shorting out our drunken noses,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 
There is not a sacred place devoid of sin.
Snatch a bite of a woman's scream - fucking great!
And a sip of honey brew to throw it up,
With a red flag to wipe away your heavy tears,
 
Since you can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
You can't be born a soldier,
But a soldier you can die.
 

• 1. or, more literally, 'the grinding of your teeth'

Intonations

Versions: #2
We close the doors of our flats.
Keys under the mat,
The janitor smiles like an old friend
And so does this cruelly vast world.
 
The steward shows us to the place
Where everything is like in b/w films
Clearer water and hearts
And we're alone in this dark compartment.
 
And all of these stations will remember your intonations
Your whisper, the shuffle of the waves.
And all of these stations will remember your intonations
And in the odd dance of declamations
One can hear the words
One can hear the words
I love
to stay
with you.
 
And the train ticket back
is like a sentence to solitary confinement,
And I, hurt by the distance
 
will understand, much later,
 
That if there is space for a shiver,
Then down with all the principles
Not trains, but your soft skin
brings me back home
 
And all of these stations will remember your intonations
Your whispers inside me, like the shuffle of waves.
And all of these stations will remember your intonations
And in the odd dance of declamations
One can hear the words
 
I love
to stay
with you
with you
 
I love
to stay
with you
 

Roses

What use have I for days?
What use have I for these minutes?
Take them,
or give them to someone else.
An eternity
is not that long, I suppose
if there is but one way back.
 
Once again,
please become my ripped jeans.
Without you
I don't understand prose.
I'll forget about all my previous principles.
Wind.
Night.
You.
Pistols and roses.
 
Watersides
are becoming increasingly fragile.
And water...
But that's not what I mean.
Ships
are throwing down lifeboats for me,
And I just sing,
sing these verses for you -
 
Once again,
please become my ripped jeans.
Without you
I don't understand prose.
I'll forget about all my previous principles -
My life-saving air is no longer above water...
 
What use have I for days and nights?
What use have I for these minutes?
Take them, or, actually,
give them to someone else.
An eternity
is not that long, believe me,
if there is but one way back to him.
 
Once again,
please become my ripped jeans.
Without you, I don't understand prose.
I'll forget about all my previous principles!
 
...You, pistols and roses...
 

Of A Simpleton (full version)

Versions: #2
The simpleton wanders through the forest,
He searches for a stooge flightier than himself (x2)
 
Death roams the streets, carrying blinis upon a small dish
Whomever shall venture forth - shall come to pass
She touches him on the shoulder, and kisses him deeply
The pennies, they fly away from his chest.
 
The simpleton wanders through the forest,
He searches for a stooge flightier than himself (x2)
 
The gears, they are whirling inside my head
My head is drenched in an armour-piercing deluge
The mercury shot up, as my hand clenched into a fist, and drew back
Yes only the sign of The Cross on my chest, my last visage - a coin
 
This simpleton wanders through the forest,
Searching for a stooge flightier than myself (x2)
 
My dead mother came to me yesterday
At every little thing she shook her fist and called me a fool
A dusken mosquito plummeted into my flame
And it choked on the blood from my temple
 
This simpleton wanders through the world,
I am looking for a simpleton more witless than myself (x2)
 
Today I've bought a bunch of balloons
With them I'll fly over this wonderous land
I'll swallow up some fluff, and dive into the ground,
And to all questions, I will answer 'Ever Living'
 
This simpleton roams across the heavens
Scanning for a stooge more light-headed than myself (x2)
 
The good sun shone both night and day
There are no atheists in foxholes when under fire
The unseeing will make the grade, the petty will prevail
Could you have ever envisioned such a thing?
 
This simpleton wanders through the forest,
Searching for a stooge flightier than myself (x2)
 

Geographical Song

Versions: #2
When for the first time captain Bering
Has entered North-West passage way,
He's walked on barren sea shore, swearing,
As steamboat went by in sea-way.
 
There Bonaparte worked as a line cook,
But he did not cook food at all -
He just surveyed with fierce eye look
The empty waters, standing tall.
 
He rushed like madman through the rock crooks
And cut the waters like a sword.
Alas, for happiness he didn't look
And not from happiness he spurred.
 
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Ranevskaya

1.
Come sit with me gray hair, gray hair.
Silvered my head, then stilled the air.
As Ranevskaya performed - I couldn't go there.
 
[bridge]
Will you write me letters?
You will write me letters!
Let me finish my smoke, let me down a drink to you.
Resistance is pointless!
 
[refrain]
Why did I let go your hand? Why, tell me?
There, where play ends, real life begins.
To feel nothing - I will pretend to be a statue of clay.
People, I ask for one thing: bury me under the plinth.
To feel nothing - let me finish my smoke, my drink.
But mama, I beg of one thing: bury me under the plinth.
 
2.
Don't, I'm alone, I'm alone
For you, for all, with everyone, but alone.
Behind the window is my true friend, moon,
Servant of loneliness.
 
[bridge]
Will you write me letters?
You will write me letters!
Let me finish my smoke, let me down a drink to you.
Resistance is pointless!
 
[refrain]
Why did I let go your hand? Why, tell me?
There, where play ends, real life begins.
To feel nothing - I will pretend to be a statue of clay.
People, I ask for one thing: bury me under the plinth.
To feel nothing - let me finish my smoke, my drink.
But mama, I beg of one thing: bury me under the plinth.
 
3.
The clock has stopped, midnight not rung,
The friends are gone, the ones that lied.
Tragicomedy - encore and crown
Curtain slowly falling down.
 
I did not act, I lived this whole play
The way I could. Why?
 
[refrain]
Why did I let go your hand? Why, tell me?
There, where play ends, real life begins.
To feel nothing - I will pretend to be a statue of clay.
People, I ask for one thing: bury me under the plinth.
To feel nothing - let me finish my smoke, my drink.
But mama, I beg of one thing: bury me under the plinth.
 

The New Zealand Song

Getfor sorverzym hurra deway
Getfor sorverzym ylla kughay
Ordustur shurshur umma myrdyn
Getfor sorverzym ylla aihym
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Sun went down under the rusty green,
With the lost leg [the] childhood was gone.
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Yet during the last spring (we wish we're him!)
During the last spring he found a dime!
 
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Pride

So many times on our way
The word sorry you wanted to say
But every time your lips
Froze in silence
How many times you couldn't
Restrain your pain
As if the part you play is the main
And the others inglorious players
They will leave your destiny
Contrary to their wishes
 
Chorus:
Let me go
Pride is like a noose
To weave it yourself you choose
Do not die let it go
Remember the others and know
Let it go
Pride is like a noose
To weave it yourself you choose
Let go of the weight on your soul
just whisper sorry and that's all
 
In the silence till twilight
to wander alone you got tired
along the grey streets of your soul
and nobody left to blame anymore
and your first love
you so bravely let it go
leaving no chance for anyone
even if you would like
to save all of your warmth
and your dreams
those that struggle in despair
 
Chorus: (X 3)
 

The World For Two

I'm nobody's,you're nobody's, we are lost in the alleys of days
It will soon be lighter in the city, from your smile
I love, you are in love, every day like a new dream
Let's forget for a moment about everything and divide the whole world for two.
 
Chorus:
The sky in half together with you
The stars in half together with you
The whole world will be for two of us
And no matter where, where you are now
The sky in half, the stars in half.
 
Soon we will meet and for now the clouds are still circling
And with every day it's becoming brighter the love is waiting by the door
We are getting closer like smoke in a dream, I'm to you , you are to me
The time has come to become your destiny, again I live just to meet you
 
Chorus:
 

The Fire Bird

When leaving you'll close the door
And only now
I won't hold the tears anymore
 
The day, that took you away
Didn't cross out love
I didn't have to be for long a hand held bird
 
Only the pearls in my palms
Will remind me of your warmth
Just like a stranger you become
For me
 
And every night you're dreaming on
Of inability to return
I was always a fire bird
For you...
 
Behind a plumage of fancy words
At times you couldn't see at all
The wrenching longing of my soul
 
Again I get up and fly
From heaven I will cry:
' I don't want be a hand held bird'
 
Only the pearls in my palms
Will remind me of your warmth
Just like a stranger you become
For me
 
And every night you're dreaming on
Of inability to return
I was always a fire bird
For you...
 
Only the pearls in my palms
Will remind me of your warmth
Just like a stranger you become
For me
 
And every night you're dreaming on
Of inability to return
I was always a fire bird
For you...
 
For you...
 

You are talking to me about your love

You are talking to me about your love
But your talk is in vain
I am listening to your words
But they mean nothing to me
 
Maybe you are the best person in the world
But it's impossible to understand that right now
Because one snowflake isn't snow
And one raindrop isn't rain
 
One day but not now,
Your love will come to be your fate
It will come like a downpour, like a blizzard
And outdo everything else
 
Maybe you are the best person in the world
But it's impossible to understand that right now
Because one snowflake isn't snow
And one raindrop isn't rain
 
Maybe one day I myself
Will look into your eyes differently
And the words that mean nothing to me now
Will be prophetic
 
Maybe you are the best person in the world
But it's impossible to understand that right now
Because one snowflake isn't snow
And one raindrop isn't rain
 

Gipsy song

At least you speak to me,
guitar with seven strings,
The whole soul is full with you
And the night is full with moonshine.
 
Alas, once,
and once again,
and again many, many, many times,
and once again, and again many, many times.
 
On the mountain stands an alder,
and beneath the mountain a cherry-tree,
I loved a gipsy,
and she got married.
 
Alas, once,
and once again,
and again many, many, many times,
and once again, and again many, many times.
 
On the open field are cornflowers,
a long stretch of road,
The heart groans of longing,
and the eyes show agitation.
 
Alas, once,
and once again,
and again many, many, many times,
and once again, and again many, many times.
 
I had a wife,
she loved me,
She became unfaithful only once,
and then made a decision.
 
Alas, once,
and once again,
and again many, many, many times,
and once again, and again many, many times.
 

Nyash-Myash

A coup happened, the armed seizure of power.
Anticonstitutional mayhem led to mass bloodshedings.
We have no moral right to stay away from this in front of people!
Our task is to ensure the effectiveness of the Prosecution Department in this country!
 
Power! Blood! Nyash-myash!
Blood! Power! Crimea is ours!
Power! Blood! Nyash-myash!
 
Nyash-myash! Crimea is ours!
Nyash-myash!
 
A coup happened, the armed seizure of power.
Anticonstitutional mayhem led to mass bloodshedings.
We have no moral right to stay away from this in front of people!
Our task is to ensure the effectiveness of the Prosecution Department in this country!
 
Nyash-myash! Crimea is ours!
Nyash-myash!
 
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Angel Dust

Versions: #2
On the edge of cliff in front of gloomy darkness
You are standing with a very strange daydream.
You said ‘World, good bye’ you wish to get some courage
Your desire is to play with winds.
 
Now you are happy more than anybody.
Angel dust take you and let you rise high up.
It gave you the power to get the control
Over the lightning and you laugh.
 
Angel dust is fear
It’s unreal real.
 
Oh crazy escapee, that’s not a road –
The light there is false and wrong.
Your angel has lit illusion fire,
Intending to kill your mind.
 
On the edge of cliff you hear song of heaven
Music of the gods and magic sounds rise.
Hovering you are but pleasure’s not for ever
Soul of you will be merchant’s prize
 
Tired being a bird you fall right on the ground
Trying save your heart from hands of destiny…
Standing on the edge of cliff to burn in fire
There are new moths for suicide
 
Angel dust is fear
It’s unreal real.
 
Oh crazy escapee, that’s not a road –
The light there is false and wrong.
Your angel has lit illusion fire,
Intending to kill your mind.
 

Sympathy Seeker

I haven't got anyone, except my motherland... yes!
I haven't got anyone, except the wind - my friend.
Oh, pray for me, an orphan, father(1)...
You pray for me, pray for me, yes, yes, yes...
 
Orphan of Kazan(2)!
Succeed in life to spite it all!
Grandfather died during the Civil war(3) -
he got lucky.
 
I haven't got anything, except my honour and my conscience.
I haven't got anything, except old grudges.
Oh, what's the point of suffering, it'll probably all work out.
Yes, I want to believe that, but my soul forbids me to.
 
Orphan of Kazan(2)!
Succeed in life to spite it all!
Grandfather died during the Civil war(3) -
he got lucky.
 
I haven't got anyone, and no one to bid myself to...
I haven't got anything, so there's no point to worry.
Oh, the sad sad sorrow rolls on the road.
And I'm not that man to tear my soul apart(4), yes, yes, yes...
 
Orphan of Kazan(2)!
Succeed in life to spite it all!
Grandfather died during the Civil war(3) -
he got lucky.
 
Orphan of Kazan, the night(5) is dark,
Orphan of Kazan, this poor country.
 

Az én cigány dalom (Viszockij-dalok)

Álmomban sárgák a lángok,
s a torkom is füstös lett.
Hé, ne siess! Hé, ne siess!
A reggel még bölccsé tehet.
De a reggel rég nem olyan,
már sosem olyan, olyan víg.
Szívod hát megint, éhgyomorra,
Vagy iszol, amennyit bírsz, újra, újra.
 
Még egyszer, még kétszer, még százszor, és sokszor sokszor sokszor.
És sokszor sokszor sokszor sokszor,
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Na, hagyd. Már semmisem az.....
 
Kocsmákban zöld füst, fehér szalvéták.
Koldusnak, bolondnak mennyország.
De Nekem, a madárnak kalitkám.
A templomban bűz és félhomály.
Papok szívják a tömjént.
Hé barátaim, nézzetek ide!
Még a templomban sem,
még az Úr előtt sem,
Nem úgy megy, ahogy kéne.
 
Még egyszer, még kétszer, még százszor, és sokszor sokszor sokszor
És sokszor sokszor sokszor sokszor,
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Na, hagyd. Már semmisem az.
 
Mászok a hegyre lihegve.
Ne változzon semmise.
A tetőn állt egy égerfa,
a hegy alatt meggyfa,
Legalább a hegyoldal
borostyánnal legyen tele.
Micsoda örömöm lenne benne!
Ha, valami, valami még kéne!
 
Még egyszer, még kétszer, még százszor, és sokszor sokszor sokszor
És sokszor sokszor sokszor sokszor,
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Na, hagyd. Már semmisem az.
 
Át a mezőn, a folyó felett
Sötét van, sehol az Isten.
A selymes réten búzavirágok.
Hosszú az út, amin járok.
Az út mentén sűrű erdő,
telis-tele boszorkánnyal.
Az út végén ott áll,
A vérpad, a bárddal.
 
Még egyszer, még kétszer, még százszor, és sokszor sokszor sokszor
És sokszor sokszor sokszor sokszor,
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Még egyszer – Te ki vagy?
Na, hagyd. Már semmisem az.
 
Lovak táncolnak a porban,
lassúak, kezesek, lusták.
Az út mellett minden tönkrement,
a kocsma, a templom, semmi se szent!
Semmi sem olyan, semmi sem az.
Óh, gyerekek, most már látom,
Semmi sincs úgy, ahogy kéne.
Nem olyan, nem olyan barátom.
Semmi sem olyan, semmi sem az.
Óh, barátaim, most már látom,
Semmi sincs úgy, ahogy kéne.
Semmi sincs úgy, ahogy kéne.
Nem olyan, nem olyan barátom.
Semmi sem olyan, semmi sem az.
Óh, barátaim, most már látom,
Semmi sincs úgy, ahogy kéne.
 
Nem olyan, barátom.....
 

Moscow May

Morning paints with gentle light
The walls of the ancient Kremlin,
Wakes up at dawn
The whole of the Soviet land.
 
The chill runs through the gate,
The noise in the streets is stronger.
Good morning, dear city,
The heart of my country!
 
Chorus:
The effervescent,
Mighty,
No one is invincible
My country,
Moscow is mine, -
You are the most beloved!
 
May sun, lighter
From the blue sky shine,
To the height of the mausoleum
Our joy to convey.
 
To brighter shine
Our slogans of victories,
To raise Stalin's hand,
Sending us greetings.
 
Chorus:
 
The day was cheerful,
The streets are noisy,
From the open windows of the school
Cries of October are heard.
 
May flows the elegant river
On the wide pavement,
Flies a song immense
Over the beauty of Moscow.
 
Chorus.
 
The day goes by and the coolness
Refreshes and invigorates.
Having rested from the parade,
The city is buzzing.
 
That's when we meet couples!
Talkativeness and alive,
On the gardens and along the boulevards
Moscow is flowing.
 
Chorus.
 
It was night look like day
A sea of light over the crowd.
Hey, comrade! Hey, passer-by,
With us, sing a song together!
 
Look! Sings and dances
The entire Soviet country,
No you are nicer and more beautiful,
Our red spring!
 
Chorus.
 
The blue dawn is watching
In the silence of the Mocow River,
And the night birds sing -
Locomotive beeps.
 
The clock of the Kremlin tower is beating,
The stars are extinguished, the shadow is melting ...
Good-bye, yesterday,
Hello, a new, bright day!
 
Chorus.
 

Don't Let Me Go

[Verse 1]
Cozy feelings with words under skin
Our tastes matched. Together everything is possible.
Similar looks, almost reflections
We're alright - it's gravitation!
 
[Chorus]
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
 
[Verse 2]
Beautiful themes cover like waves
We got into each other so frankly
All doors are opened in all directions
Everything as we wanted - forget about the time!
 
[Chorus]
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
 
Don't let me go...
Don't let me go...
 
Don't let me, don't let me go
And it will get easier. And it will get easier. And it will get easier.
 
[Chorus]
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
And it will get easier! And it will get easier! And it will get easier!
 
Don't let me go...
Don't let me go...
 

You are my God

I have conquered a lot of men
I made their heads spin
I have had a lot of sweet and funny men
But now I met someone else
He came from my dream
The old flowers have withered
Tender and dashing...
Generous and simple...
In a word, this is you, my darling
 
You are my God
Let everyone know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
You are my God
Let people know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
 
I had loved to conquire men before
But now I enjoy being conquered
With you, I have become an ordinary woman
A nightingale is singing at night
What a good luck
To love and to be loved by you
You are mine, body and soul
And now we have our whole life ahead of us
 
You are my God
Let everyone know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
You are my God
Let everyone know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
 
You are my God
Let everyone know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
You are my God
Let everyone know this
You are my God
You are the first one who could reveal love to me
And I idolize you
 

Novgorod Wedding

By the waterside Dobrynya strolls,
To his arm classy Lyubava holds
Ah, Lyubava is as white as a dove,
A Novgorod lady, a cut above
Ah, Lyubava is as white as a dove,
A Novgorod lady, a cut above
 
She adorned herself in rouge and in white
And the fine young lad was smitten by the sight
Single was he, without wife or girl,
Oh Dobrynya of the tumbling curls
Single was he, without wife or girl,
Oh Dobrynya of the tumbling curls
 
Oh you sweetheart, oh my darling, love of mine,
Good Dobrynya with your figure so fine
Oh you dashing, curly-haired, sweet young man,
Make this girl your own as quickly as you can!
Oh you dashing, curly-haired, sweet young man,
Make this girl your own as quickly as you can!
 
(C) Richard Coombes. Feel free to make use of this translation, but please always attribute to Richard Coombes. Thank you

Dolphins

They say the dolphins can talk
They say the dolphins can really talk
Their backs are so shining in the sun
The dolphins are swiming to us
Right now they will start talikng
 
Ааааа…
 
But we met silent dolphins
They were smiling at us from the waves
We were smiling at them too
But they didn't know that
They should start talking
 
Ааааа…
 

Glory to the Psychonauts

Great trunks get overgrown with branches
Branches not to stay forever, (they) become twigs
Twigs get cut, and we take off like rockets
To the shining space inside (within)
 
So, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) solitary spaces
Of their (own) unprecedented depths
 
New trees pierce the summer
New nests the birds build on them
New alchemy, new nature
The new land of ours
 
Thus, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) boundless spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
 
A habitual malady of not coming back
A panic craving for recovering from here
Furious angels with hungry eyes
Storming their (own) skies
 
Therefore, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) stray spaces
Of their (own) reckless depths
Of their (own) multi-starred spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
 
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
 

Don't go

Night,
lights
and this heavy rain.
We are alone
I'm sure that you'll show up
 
I won't be responsible
 
Don't go,
please not today
Don't go
Not today
My love will be enough for us, i know
Don't go
 
Here,
look
Again, I'm not listening you
We are burning
or it's just seems to me again.
 
I won't be responsible.
don't go
I won't be responsible
 
Night,
lights
and this heavy rain.
We are alone
I'm sure that you'll show up
 

Quasifolactic Zombiac

- When I served as a forester at the post office...
- Why a forester? After all, we know a forester
As such in our life arose
On the forest soil, not at the post!
 
-When I served as an orderly at the post office...
-What an orderly, when the coachman!
It can't happen at the post office,
To the coachman, as an orderly, the regimental commander to put on shoes!
 
-When I served on the post office of regiment commander...
-Do not fool around, give the coachman!
 
-When I served as a coachman in the post office
Was young, I had a herring
No, not a herring - a piece of balyk.
Well, I have. And suddenly the regiment
He orders me immediately to find an orderly:
 
'I'm ashamed to go barefoot in the mail,
Come on, follow my orderly.
Let him polish my boots
And wear them on both my feet. '
 
A service isn't honey and fate isn't easy.
Here I go to the forest, I'm looking for a orderly,
Frozen like an ice, fell ill by the night
And I see a forester takes off my boot
It looks like an orderly. I say: Help
At the post office, put on the regimental his boots!
 
The forester understands the yearning of coachman,
That the service isn't honey and fate isn't easy
We go to the post office, and the regiment is here
Chees in his boots a piece of balyk, a bastard...
 
-In truth, - said the regiment, - speaking
I thought you're dead on the road
And there's no orderly to me, the coachman's dead,
And I became completely alone at the post office,
 
And who else but me put on a boot myself?
Now I'm orderly, well, you - barefoot
You'll be command the regiment at the post office!
 
-We are this case, as the custom dictates,
Should drink, - said the forester
 
Tibor from QS-FB

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

What is the question - this is the answer. What is the pain -
This is the rainbow
This is the rainbow
May the Lord be crucified, may the light
May the cloud
May the apple
 
A dandelion melts in an unknown glade
And in a grinning heart is maturing
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
Moles hum, moles swim in wet ground
Warm and sunny
Easy and sunny
The star is blinking, the star is singing, the star is burning -
Crazy news
The blind swallow
 
A fern dries on a wounded palm
And in the torn pharynx ripens
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
On empty fields, on dry seas
By native mud, by spring living water
On the earth's wilderness, on the celestial lies
By intoxicated longing and strait bandages
On stove ash, on rotten foliage
By holy breads and grinning traps
On my footprints, on my tears
By my own fault and by my own free blood.
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
Past the evil winds, golden rains
Poisonous dawns and poisoned streams
Past magnificent phrases, past unnecessary us
Clockwork animals and rubber girlfriends
By sweaty foreheads, past full mouths
By greedy eyes and open arms
Through the steppe weeds, through the steel mist -
By pouring fire on the bluish blue.
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
No tarry wood, no medicinal herbs
No crooked mirrors, no right angles
No prickly roses, no thunderstorms
No dense dreams, no garbage pits
No offense, no obstacles
No hardship, no snot
No sins, no gods
No fate, no hope
 
Only one track on the whole earth
Only one path for you on
YOUR WHITE LIGHT
ALL YOUR WHITE LIGHT.
 
The soldier was tired, the soldier fell asleep, the soldier was cold -
Hot stone
Scarlet peg
To whom - a medal, to whom - a crutch, to whom - a bed
Wheels spinning
Wheels roll, roll, roll away
 
On an abandoned planet
The bell runs cold
And in the charred sky is ripening
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
 
Tibor from QS-FB

The State

Rusty bunker is my freedom
Sweet gingerbread has dried up a long time
By boot of my people
The foreman slows down the shit
 
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily gone to the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
I killed the state in myself
 
Wordless in the world of abuse
Visible in the world of empty sockets
Balancing on the verge
Between the parallel of thick eyelashes
 
Forgotten around the corner
Mute with a garbage can
Closed in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
We killed the state
 
Rusty bunker is your freedom
The door is locked with a cross
A pit full of enemies of the people
I'll cover it with a dry foliage
 
Hidden around the corner
Killed by a garbage can
Voluntarily forgotten in the basement
Predictably doomed to utter failure
 
KILL THE STATE IN YOURSELF!
 
Kill it.
 
Tibor from QS-FB