A keresés eredménye oldal 7

Could it be that we are locked up in a vicious circle...

Could it be that we are locked up in a vicious circle?
Could it be that only miracle will save me?
On this day everything was falling down from my hands
And plates were braking and not for luck.
 
But please, don't go away
Forever,-try to come back!
Careful: don't bring together the glasses so sharply,-
They might brake!
 
It's dawning! It became clear: on the dew you will go away,-
I do see, that you can not do otherwise,
It's always, that only at the end of long rails and highway
Birds of fortune build their nests.
 
But please, don't go away
Forever,-try to come back!
Careful: don't bring together the glasses so sharply,-
They might brake!
 
I won't burn the ships, and the bridges won't burn,-
If only I could gain some patience!
But... I would like it here, and not over there
lived your inspiration.
 
But please, don't go away
Forever,-try to come back!
Careful: don't bring together the glasses so sharply,-
They might brake!
 

We will save the boy...

We won't leave the boy alone,
We'll send the boy to the children's home
To raise him good!
Free education,
Free drinks,
Free food!..
 
Life is like the water,
I've always carried on
My life without a care,-
Everything is bullshit,
Except for the court
It's full of terror.
 
You'll receive everything,
They'll sing for you everything-
Be diligent,-
And as a benefit-
You'll get caresses as a gift
Tender, as they can be.
 
I've always carried on
My life without working hard-
Life without a care,-
Everything is bullshit,
Except for the court
It's full of terror.
 

A HALO Jump

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It’s good that the engines were blocking off sounds,
That I was alone with my worries and shame.
Forgetting my biner, completely dumfound,
I stood by the exit door frame.
 
My instructor did help, with a knee to my end,
To get over this sheepishness stunt.
I confused his half-sleepy cussing and rant
For our common “Fear nothing!” command.
 
And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And left my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
They pumped all sounds back in me
With every breath recurring:
These easy-going, always free,
The rising air currents.
 
I was caught in their skillful and grippy embrace:
They now push me with ease any way that they want!
I am eager to do every step of this dance,
Every one of their senseless stunts.
 
If there is a deep meaning to fall from the planes,
I will learn later on, and for now…
The horizon is leaning towards my own face,
And the clouds rush away to the ground.
 
And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And left my cheekbones scalded
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
The pumped my liver full with blood:
Invisible, yet certain,
Inflexible and cruelsome,
The rising air currents.
 
But I ripped off a ring from the harness with force,
Like a pin in the battle or a shirt in the heat.
It was an accidental, impromptu free fall,
That has lasted just eighteen heartbeats.
 
... And today I look ugly, with humps on both sides,
With salvation of silk in each of the humps,
I am goal oriented and I am in love
With the high-altitude, low-opening jumps!
 
And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And leave my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
They’re piercing deep inside of me
With every breath recurring:
These easy-going, always free,
The rising air currents.
 
The pioneering jump from the stratosphere’s shallows:
On the signal “Let’s go!” I stepped off to the side,
On the quest to gain on the invisible shadows
Of the faceless chimera – I dive!
 
I will cut through the dark of the cotton wool sea,
Even if the conditions are spoiled.
The free falling is not unreservedly free,
All because we don’t fall in the void.
 
And they cut-off my screams and yells,
And leave my cheekbones burning
With iciness of shaving blades:
The rising air currents.
I have containers on my back
To meet them well in person:
Impeccable and shooting straight,
The rising air currents.
 
Yet the wind would leak through, its soft talk is indecent:
“Leave this ring where it is, revelation will come…”
At the three hundred meters – Enough of this whisper!
Wind is lying, it’s spinning a yarn!
 
Lines are yanking me up, and the canopy bangs,
As if nothing had happened en route.
There’s no freedom in falling from heights, but instead
There’s a freedom to open your chute!
 
My cheekbones skin feels cool tonight,
My eyes are pried wide open.
They carry much about mankind:
The moving air currents!
I’m starring up with fondness
On distant stars that lonely,
I’m drinking horizontal
And slow-moving currents.
 

'It so happened- the man have left us...'

It so happened- the man have left us,
Left their crops before the time of harvest,-
So they are no longer visible through the windows-
Disappeared in the road dust.
 
From the ear the grain is flowing-
It's the tears of unharvested fields,
And nimbly unpleasant cold winds
From the cracks are blowing.
 
We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on!
Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck!
Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride
And then quickly return:
For the willows are crying for you,
And without your smiles, rowan berry become pale and dry.
 
We are living in those high towers-
Nobody can enter those buildings:
Expectation and loneliness
Instead of you settled down in houses.
 
Lost its freshness and charm
Whiteness of never worn shirts,
And the old songs so boring become
And got stuck in our teeth.
 
We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on!
Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck!
Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride
And then quickly return:
For the willows are crying for you,
And without your smiles, rowan berry become pale and dry.
 
All is hurting with one single pain,
And sounds unceasingly with every day
Eternal anguish of lamentations
With echoes of ancient pray.
 
We will welcome you, if you're on foot , and on horses,
Tired, broken- whatever your losses,-
Only not the death notice emptiness,
Nor premonition of them!
 
We are waiting for you- the horses, hurry them on!
Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck!
Let the fair winds do not hit, but caressing your backs when you ride
And then quickly return:
For the willows are crying for you,
And without your smiles, rowan berry become pale and dry.
 

'For a long time the volleys of the guns fell silent'

The volleys of guns falls silent,
Above us is only sunlight, -
On what are people tested,
If the war is no more?
 
You hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
Do not gasp, the armor is not piercing already,
And the death notification is not found under the door,
And it seems as if everything is calm,
Nowhere opens now ...
 
But all the same we hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
I know the quiet there is only a dream, -
Prepare, hold on and fight! -
There is a peaceful front line -
Trouble, and danger, and risk.
 
Therefore we hear quite often
Now, as then:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?'
 
In the fields mines are rendered harmless,
But we are not on a field of flowers, -
You are the quest, the stars, the depths
And we do not consider the costs anymore.
 
Therefore we hear quite often,
If trouble comes:
'Would you go with him on a reconnaissance?'
No or yes?
 

'I'm daydreaming or having nightmare...'

I'm daydreaming or having nightmare in bed,
How the ships are sailing away...
Only mine I don't see in the road stead-
Or they simply forget, I would say?
 
Or they leaving for those foreign lands
Only in order to slip away, then,-
Coming back in to our novels,
So they can forget for a moment,
 
In order to get off from that chained bed of no use-
To listen to wind in the woodland,
In order to screw all this long distant cruise-
In Odessa turn up again...
 
Do listen, you! Well, who are we judging
And why are we keep singing on?
Do you know, these sad people, I mean
They will croak, and we simply burn!
 

On the Chase (Dark Eyes)

In a drunken haze,
Down the forest way,
Still not tired, I stayed,
To my health I sang.
I knew how to sing
Songs not great or wise,
'How I loved you so,
These darkest of eyes.'
 
First they slacked, then they dashed, then trotted at pace,
And some old horse flicked swampy slime in my face.
Only I will swallow it - the dirt, down with my spit,
Bottle open, I'll twist, and again I'll draw them in:
 
'These darkest of eyes!
How I loved you so...'
I stopped, saving some
For the future, though.
And I shook my head,
Let my fancy fly,
Looked back, then ahead -
Whistled until I...
 
Wall of forest ahead - it won't let me pass,
The horses' ears prick, they start to back up.
Where's a clearing, or glade - can't make out no grass!
Prickles stab at me, reaching up to the shrubs.
 
You're my blood brother,
Just give me a hand!
Where you going, my boy -
Why you heading back?!
Poison rain on branches
Stinks of evil deeds.
And a wolf flashes
Underneath my steed.
 
Oh, you drunken fool! You've gone way too hard!
Death's come, after all, don't know how to run -
Came and took an ace from my pack of cards,
That one ace you need, or else death comes!
 
I scream at the wolves:
'May you rot in hell!...'
And the horses' hooves
Shake with fear as well.
Then I rustle my whip -
Beat and turn it high,
And scream, as I grip:
'These darkest of eyes!'
 
Snorting, trampling, clanking, a wild dance -
Bells are jingling a tune out to me.
Oh, my horses, it's me who'll ruin you at last -
Hold out, my friends, hold out, enemies!
 
...Even drunkenness,
On the chase, dried up.
On a mountain ridge,
We are lined right up,
Us, in clouds of foam,
Jets poured on the hills,
Got our breath, and croaked,
Cleared our throats, then, still...
 
My forgotten horses, never letting me down,
I bowed to their hooves, right on the ground,
Threw my things out the cart, led the horses after me,
May God bless you, my horses, I got out in one piece!
 

If Only Vodka Was Just For One Man

If only vodka was just for one man,
How fantastic, one alone!
But drinking's always just for a three,
But smoking's always just for two, see,
What is for just one man?
For one man - a cradle and a gravestone.
 
From morning, and 'til morning,
They'd always sing songs loud,
On our block, but, vanishing,
Everyone just moved out
All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.
 
And they say, that a wife is for one man,
Always been like that, you know.
But there has been a wife for two, see,
But there has been a wife for a three,
What is just for one man?
For one man - a cradle and a gravestone.
 
From morning, and 'til morning,
They'd always sing songs loud,
On our block, but, vanishing,
Everyone just moved out
All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.
 
How many kids live in this here building,
How many kids in the one next door!
How many of my criminal songs sing,
How many still behind locked doors
All directions, running
For long years, long-lasting.
 

Bridal Show

My neighbour's laid out quite feast,
Their guest is round, if not obese,
And the hostess, moving at ease,
Goes to the basement.
The keys smash in the lock,
The grubs come crawling out on top,
And their oven's got
good ventilation.
 
And all I've got are endless tribulations:
My crops can't stay alive, my cattle drop and die,
My oven fumes from poor ventilation,
And its door goes off to the side.
 
My neighbour's got meat in their soup,
The whole village can hear them chew,
Their acne'd daughter's marrying soon,
She's ripe now.
It follows there's a bridal show,
For guests who've paid right through the nose,
Their skinny daughter even bellows
and sings her heart out.
 
And all my dogs, chained up, now in a rage, yes -
Round midnight, their barks became a howl,
And on my feet, my callouses got way worse
'Cos in my empty room, I stamp round.
 
How quick they drink, my neighbour's crew,
And why not drink, when they let you?
And why not sing, comfort is due
Nothing, right?
A nine-month pregnant lady there,
A load of unfed geese despair,
The geese don't matter, to be fair,
But nothing's right.
 
Just right then, the blues come running out,
I chase them all away, they reappear,
Out of an awkward place, a pimple comes out,
Time to work, can't get up or down here.
 
My neighbour sends some kid around,
He kindly tells me 'come to ours,'
Of course, I had to turn him down,
He starts again, though.
Surely, must have hit the bottle -
And become a bit less hostile,
And I went and drank and gobbled,
Did it help? No.
 
And, in the middle of the chaos,
I whisper something in the groom's ear -
The groom then dashes, soon he is way off,
The bride is left upstairs, sitting in tears.
 
The neighbour screams: 'please don't think,
I'd break the law, I'll never shrink:
He who doesn't eat, won't drink,'
Then hit the sauce.
Everyone jumped from their seats,
But some kid piped up with a tweak:
'He who doesn't work, won't eat -
You've got it wrong, boss!'
 
I sat, three greasy three roubles in my palm,
To chase out my hangover the next day,
A tatty old accordion in my arms,
They dragged me round here just to play.
 
Another neighbour cracked a bottle,
In a daze, began to wobble,
Wanted me to sing, got hostile:
'You come for nothing?'
From the side, I was grabbed
By two strapping, muscular lads,
'Play, you bastard, or we'll have
to leave you puffing!'
 
The merriment already hit its height,
They'd already secretly snagged the bride -
And I sang about that cheerful time
'When I was a post-boy on the side.'
 
Then they had some fish soup
And giblets in jellied gloop,
After that, they caught the groom,
And beat to him hell,
Then they came to dance all night,
Then they fought, not out of spite,
And killed everything good inside
Of themselves.
 
And I groaned, I'll drink in dingy sorrow,
Getting sulky, then my fists come out,
And I thought: 'who'll drink with me tomorrow
Out of those I'm drinking with right now?'
 
There, the morning's always calm,
Cheeks covered in breadcrumbs,
No hangover, drinking on,
Heaps of food stocked.
Fury takes no one's hearts,
The dogs toils in the yard,
The oven, with blue and hard
Tiles and an ash-box.
 
And I'm out in the bright daylight,
My soul still on fire, free of gloom -
Gulping well-water, back to my wife,
I fix the accordion, she reproves.
 

In the beginning there was a word of longing and despair...

In the beginning there was a Word of longing and despair,
In the throes of creativity the planet was born,-
Big chunks were ripped from dry land to nowhere
And somewhere islands were formed.
 
And, wandering around the world without the flag and freight
Through millions of years, eras and centuries, that went,
An island had changed it's face, vagabond and hermit,
But preserved the nature and soul of continent.
 
In the beginning there was a Word, but the words came to an end,
Already the sailors were populating the earth,-
And they rushed up along the steps to the islands,
For beauty sake called them ships, of course.
 
But the shore is holding tight- more reliable, then stranglehold,-
And the islands will come back for sure at the end,
Sea rules are reign in there- special rules they called,
On them the laws kept save and honor of the continent.
 
For this parallel will the science forgive us,
For the freedom of interpretation of theory's,-
But if already in the beginning there was the word on Earth,
Then this, certainly,- word is 'sea'!