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Little Green Bough

It was here in the summer we were betaking
Ourselves to sit on this bench 'til late,
And a little green bough above us shaking
A greeting to us, it seemed, conveyed.
A greeting to us, it seemed, conveyed.
 
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.
 
Under the weight of snow sorrows withered
Over the white bench the boughs were glazed with rime,
Maybe we found ourselves here by chance
But maybe summer called us in winter time
But maybe summer called us in winter time.
 
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.
 
But not forever does winter arrive
And it won't be forever sad to the heart.
Look, the downcast boughs newly spring alive,
And, look, already ours has a greening start.
And, look, already ours has a greening start.
 
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.
 

Tatiana day

There was white snow, it was the first day of vacation,
You and I wandered together all day long,
And everything around was majestic and quiet,
And there was white snow over white land.
 
But suddenly the spring wind began to blow in winter,
When on snow at my house
You drew two words with the broken branch:
'Tatiana plus Sergey' - and that was all.
 
Chorus:
The land was all white, there was a bad blizzard,
Tatiana day, Tatiana day...
But I could feel spring blossoming and April ringing,
Tatiana day, Tatiana day, Tatiana day...
 
There were snowfalls again, and there were plenty of them,
But I can't forget that Tatiana day.
The fate didn't bring us together, but I always imagined:
'Tatiana plus Sergey' - you're writing on snow.
 
The snowfalls will end, on wet sidewalk
Some boy will write for some girl
These timeless words, that we didn't finish writing:
'Tatiana plus Sergey equals love'.
Chorus.
 

Your dirty little guy tricks

(Tatyana)
Your dirty little guy tricks, I know them all
youre very cynical
in our own bed
youre shamelessly with another girl
smells pretty cheap to me
 
Do I have to tell you youre wrong
that when youre with me you dont sleep with others
watch my back and tell me
are you out of your mind, are you out of your mind?
 
The red dress
looks best on me
I put on my thin high heels
get out of my life!
Look at my stories
am I a bad bitch now?
Im the girl you used to know
and period!
 
Your dirty little guy tricks, I know them all
every time you cheat you talk to me about love
but youre all alone today
didnt you get it?
 
Do I have to tell you youre wrong
that when youre with me you dont sleep with others
watch my back and tell me
are you out of your mind, are you out of your mind?
 
The red dress
looks best on me
I put on my thin high heels
get out of my life!
Look at my stories
am I a bad bitch now?
Im the girl you used to know
and period!
 
(AX Dain)
I will send a flower basket
red like the dress you have
to put it in your story
as long as you forgive me
I drove the whole night for you
I slept in the car in front of your house
forgive that I was bad to you
dont give up on us
(You winked at her, didnt you?)
 
The red dress
looks best on me
I put on my thin high heels
get out of my life!
Look at my stories
am I a bad bitch now?
Im the girl you used to know
and period!
Period, period!
 

Femme fatale

They say Im a femme fatale...
Am I wrong for being one?
I cant stand it when I get advice
I will choose my own path!
Even if Im wrong - let it be that way!
I want to conquer the whole world today!
I know that somewhere in the night now
love awaits me!
 
No way, no way, no way that I accept
that someone takes my choice away!
I will live as I want,
sins dont trouble me!
No way, no way, no way that I accept
listen all, its your problem!
Im a diva, maybe even scandalous
thats why Im a femme fatale!
 
They say that fire burns in me...
Thirst for love cannot be tamed!
I cant watch from the side
how someone else is living my life for me!
Even if Im wrong,
let it be that way,
I want to conquer the whole world now.
I know that somewhere in the night now
love awaits me!
 

My city

Versions: #1
And let we part sometimes
And let our parting is destiny
But my city remains always
Forever a memory is alive in it
 
When heart mine gets tired to beat
About walls of problems, vanity,
I'll come to the city where once
All my dreams turned into reality
 

With my last pyatyorka*

With my last pyatyorka
I'll get a troika** with horses
I'll give the coachman some vodka
And say 'hurry up brother, let's drive!'
 
Hey boy, you're going in vain,
There's no need to run off like that,
You won't get anything,
And you'll come home a fool.
 
She wrote letters to the sea,
Not knowing for whom,
And my heart whispered to me
That it was for her friend!
 
With the remaining the pyatyorka
I'll get a troika** with horses
I'll give the coachman some vodka
And say 'hurry up brother, let's drive!'
 

I ask for nothing

There are no more regrets and no last-minute wishes...
Horses of life fly by - don’t expect a reprieve.
Perhaps, will be fruitful the remaining moment,
Perhaps there’s something I could learn from what was long-ago weaved.
 
There are no more regrets and no last-minute wishes -
What we had back then cannot be brought back.
What we had back then, I won’t be able to forget:
Neither stone-cold lies, nor the truth melancholy-black.
 
They say that memory grows weaker with age,
All that’s so difficult to forget dissipates in the haze!
It’s as if though time carries away old grief’s rage,
And wounds can be healed under time’s watchful gaze.
 
Time quietly went by. My hair highlights are silver grays.
But, sharper is the recollection of the bygone days.
There are no more regrets, and no last-minute wishes,
Perhaps the remaining moment will be fruitful.
Maybe, there is something to be learned from what memory unleashes.
 

Rue de la Paix

Versions: #2
Down the Rue de la Paix
through the sunset lights magic
youth goes up in the sky
thinking – “life is not tragic”.
Many just after* school
taking bids to compete with
well-established adults
in the corrupted* systems.
 
The sunrises fly by
with no visible changes,
we did climb for a while
making moves
and arrangements.
Film of memory shows -
band smiles while on the road,
and the roads do not bore
when the dear is aboard
with you
in the bluish heights.
 
Remember how often
we laughed at nothings
and spent so much time
learning to factor numbers,
were then unaware -
and never would guessing -
that was to prepare
to count buddies missing.
 
We often skipped classes
to come to the movies
where blood on the street
and the hero in crosshair is,
but never expected
that roles for real -
to fall in the vortex,
to be stuck in nightmares -
as the worthy pawn
in someone’s game.
 
We wished and hoped
to stay ourselves longer,
to grow on the Rue
de la Paix calm and stronger.
Feel moment and harmony,
heartbeats and love words,
need not to denude soul
or ever to draw the swords.
 
Alas! - greedy eye
of the forthcoming tempest
and shell casings lay
on sidewalks, smooth and dry,
turned down the return,
no comeback,
and in silence
somebody will bow over us,
placing flowers,
still could not move lips for
“Bye”.
 

** Just stop! **en

Остановись [мгновенно] !.. // “Stop [now] !..” – Faust, Goethe
translation by Dmytro Zelenskyy 2015-12-17
 
The habit changes
actually quick.
The Nature overtakes
pathways in half a day.
Nothing will last
forever on the Earth -
no flower, and no sea
and neither dreams nor tears.
 
Flame in the heart
will burn all doubts and fears
while you are in your best years.
To be in love
or not to be in love -
there is no middle there.
 
The gush of feelings
will not help to solve
the puzzle “who you are”
when even of last forces
melt thick old ice
and looking on the wall
you sudden realise
“the New Year Eve is close!”
 
And with no pain,
no will, no wish, no gain,
stuck in the petrifaction...
To be in love
or not to be in love -
Just stop! Not further actions...
 

Wait, Steam Engine Locamotive

Wait, steam engine! Wheels stop pounding!
Conductor, hit the brakes!
I'm off to see my dear mother, who's sick and hungry.
I'm rushing to appear before her eyes.
 
Mom, don't expect me - your good son,
but expect a escaped thief.
Prison life sucked me in.
And my life is an eternal prison.
 
And if I'm behind bars in prison,
I'll break through the prison bars!
Let the moon shine its corrupt light,
but I'll run away nevertheless!
 
But when the prison guards noticed,
that I, a little boy, was gone,
they fired a warning shot - and I kept my head down.
I broke loose of the prison walls and escaped …
 
If I were to lie in a prison bed,
I'd suffer and die.
And you won't come to see me, dear mother
Never caress or kiss me again.
 
Wait, steam engine! Wheels stop churning.
Conductor, hit the brakes!
I'm going to see my dear mother for the last time
I'm rushing to appear before her eyes.
 

Remember

You told me,
Just turn around.
Heaven cries,
Dissolve there,
But don´t look down,
But don´t look down.
 
Love brings to us
A white flag carried over our heads.
Love, won´t get tired of being repeated by the dream,
Who is a friend, and who is our enemy.
Stay close,
Stay close,
So loyally, loyally, loyally.
 
Remember,
And feel every moment.
Remember,
Just don´t forget,
I´m ready for the: 'YOU'!
Are you ready to be mine? Tell me!
 
Inhale and exhale,
Same depth.
I know, I can´t,
Forget you.
I´m dependent, dependent on you.
 
Keep me on the speed of this life
And do not let me go.
Hold me with the other, as you wanted,
It´s probably a heaven.
Where during the night through the days
All dreams are dropped.
So loyally, loyally, loyally
 
Remember,
And feel every moment.
Remember,
Just don´t forget,
I´m ready for the: 'YOU'!
Are you ready to be mine? Tell me!
 
Are you ready to be mine? Tell me!
 
Remember,
And feel every moment.
Remember,
Just don´t forget,
I´m ready for the: 'YOU'!
Are you ready to be mine? Tell me!
 

Tatyana

We met in the bar of a restaurant,
Your traits look so familiar to me.
Do you remember me, my Tatyana?
My love and our erstwhile dreams?
I see the suffering of red lips,
Silence of emptiness is in your eyes.
So tell me, my Tatyana, where, where
Are my love and our erstwhile dreams?
Tatyana, do you remember golden days,
Lilac bushes and the moon in the peace of alleys?
Tatyana, do you remember our erstwhile dreams?
I loved you, now we can't renew our youth.
Thick fragrant tresses fell,
You bowed your head to my chest.
Tatyana, do you remember golden days?
We can't return the gone spring.
 
I have to say that (obviously) English is not my native language, so if you feel that my translation needs some corrections, do not hesitate to offer them =)) I really want to get rid of mistakes.

Trucker

The lights are running in the night
Where, on which road are you my dear friend?
He's faded faraway,
And strong men's hands are holding a rudder
 
A radio is tuned on a favorite wave,
And the heart beats with the rhythm
Throughout all its life tired eyes look into the night,
The truck chauffeur is on its way
He knows it better than anyone, he may tell,
That our life is a highway -
A highway as long as life
 
He's far from the people
Like the stars that follow him up high
And a woman's voice in the night
So lightly sing him about his dream
Sings about destinies of different people,
About woman's caress and happiness
 
Throughout all its life the tired eyes look into the night,
The truck chauffeur is on its way
He knows it better than anyone, he may tell,
That our life is a highway -
A highway as long as life
 
A radio is tuned on a favorite wave,
And the heart beats with the rhythm
Throughout all its life tired eyes look into the night,
The truck chauffeur is on its way
He knows it better than anyone, he may tell,
That our life is a highway -
A highway as long as
 
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