A keresés eredménye oldal 3

We Don't Need Great Toasts

We don't need great toasts,
No need for ringing glasses,
We take no delight in this vodka,
Which we have now in our mugs.
We still hold in our memory
Dust-covered battalions,
And our fallen comrades,
Who will always live among us.
 
The first toast is to those who have gone into eternity,
May they rest in peace in the earth.
We also remember all the living,
Let's honor them with quiet words.
The second toast is to luck and courage,
To our comrades, strong in spirit,
To remain young at heart,
And the friends they didn't leave behind.
 
In the harsh Afghan landscape,
Under a strange, unwelcoming sky,
Our strong friendship was born,
Which aided us in battle more than once!
Let's raise a third toast to this brotherhood,
Let's share the salt and bread,
May our friendship be forever,
We are bound forever here!
 

Everybody Chooses for HImself

Everybody chooses for himself
Everybody chooses for himself
A woman, a religion, and a path

Hindu Kush Mountains

Where the Hindu Kush mountains, yes saltcellar pass
Not one of me has eaten grief, not one of me has slurped war.
I'll tell you, bureaucrats, putting my hand on my heart
Like the Hindu Kush, I have so many brothers.
 
This is Afgan mama, this is Afgan Mama, this is Afgan.
And our memory is forever there Mama, forever there Mama, forever there.
 
Where the Hindu Kush mountains are, and the Registan desert
Those who live on the top of their heads, because Pakistan is right next to them.
Eye in the sharp, cartridge in the chamber. Mujahideen with Mujahideen
They hold us in the palm of their hand, only with their finger on the trigger.
 
This is Afgan mama, this is Afgan Mama, this is Afgan.
And our memory is forever there Mama, forever there Mama, forever there.
 
Where the mountains of the Hindu Kush, yes greens strip
Souls flew into the sky, you will not believe it in your eyes
And in the bloody cloak tents, forever and far away
Our brothers, who had not forgotten the pauper, were leaving.
 
This is Afgan mama, this is Afgan Mama, this is Afgan.
And our memory is forever there Mama, forever there Mama, forever there.
 
This is Afghanistan. Where are the Hindu Kush Mountains? This is Afghanistan.
 

A bar called gull

Dyed in white on the black ground
There's the image of a gull with the wings open
Someone laughs saying that my heart
Wants to go flying and it can't
At a small bar called 'gull'
When I open the window
I see the northern sea
 
If I could sing only the oceanic noise
In the karaoke, it would be a sad song
Someone laughs saying that you
You don't live in this city
At a small bar called 'gull'
When I open the window
I see the northern sea
 
Because I think of a man of before
I tend to be at loss of words
Someone laughs saying that a man
And a woman can drink carefree
At a small bar called 'gull'
When I open the window
I see the northern sea
 

We teach airplanes to fly

We teach airplanes to fly,
We teach them to conquer fear,
This is our job -
Teaching airplanes to fly.
 

Песня про зайцев (Pesnya prо zaitsev)

Versions: #1
In the woods, dark and deep
Where poplars tremble
Where oaks-enchanters
Shed leaves by the moon
Busy rabbits don't sleep
Cutting grass on the meadow
While repeatedly chanting
A strange-sounding tune:
 
We don't care a bit,
We don't care a bit,
Yes, we're scared of
Wolves and owls too,
We have grass to mow
In this hour of woe
We need magic weed,
We have work to do!
 
As the oaks-enchanters
Whisper, covered in haze
From the bog's edges
Creepy shadows arise.
Rabbits mow magic grass,
Seeming almost unfazed
Fear makes them sing faster
The following lines:
 
We don't care a bit,
We don't care a bit,
Yes, we're scared of
Wolves and owls too,
We have grass to mow
In this hour of woe
We need magic weed,
We have work to do!
 
We don't care a bit,
We don't care a bit,
We firmly believe
In the ancient lore:
'He will tame his fear,
Who three times a year
Mows the magic grass
In this hour of woe.'
 
We don't care a bit,
We don't care a bit,
Yes, we can exceed
Lion's courage and grit
As never before
In this hour of woe
All of our troubles
Solved by magic weed!
 

Last Woman

After the dawning dreams, you hold me
You called somebody else's name
Without caring I shrug my shoulders, wrapped in the sheets
An unexpected sadness, tears roll down my cheeks
 
If I was born anew
This time you would be my final love
 
One day I will stand alone by the sea
And cry silently
Goodbye, my love
It was short, but I'm glad
 
I left a letter for you on the table, when you read it
I will be walking the shore close to daybreak
Please don't let the person living in my heart know
Sometimes it's kinder to lie
 
If I were you
More than anyone, I'd love and wouldn't let go
 
I am once again wrapped in the sea's arms
Wandering for just a moment
Goodbye, the one I loved
Reminisce, watching the oncoming waves
 

The song about youth time of programming

When someone knew a little what Ctrl-Alt-Del means1
And not every kid had a calculator
And the word 'Pascal'2 was identifying as a philosopher's name
 
Not all keypunchers3 were directed to the total salvage yet
But we came into this world and we went for the breakthrough.
And we didn't know comfort from the new ideas and questions
 
We were young and we didn't scare of the barriers
Where 'reset' won't rescue 'format' will help4
And if we didn't have the copies we took other tactics
 
We used diskettes5 and
We collected back the rests of the broken programs
And we were inputting the hex dumps6manually
 
Generally, we were spitting to any Copyright7
100Kb memory size seemed us like a vast
We had been learning Assembler,8 that didn't know the multiply commands
 
We weren't cutting the printouts into sheets
And our first viruses were simple
But we were thrilled of their spreading
 
Thereat we didn't scare, we were bolder
Nor bad sectors, neither magnetic fields
And even power breakdown wasn't a source of a fear
 
For us, everything was devil-may-care, and simple at all
To hang up SM9 having pressed just one button
DVK10 were serving us and Yamaha.11 was obeying us
 
But the progress was opening new ways in front of us
And having left the old 'friends' instead of brand new XT
We wrung out all we could from DOS12 and architecture13
 
We were changing the command codes, tracing the INT14
We were disassembling BIOS 15
and we were writing in the ports16
That I wouldn't allow to write if I were17 at the place of censorship
 
But this period has gone, but it was a long ago
Now everyone has a lot of routine work
And the user-fool clicks with a mouse on images proudly
 
And we consider piracy already almost a sin
And we covered with Aidstests18 as the tree with a moss
We have so many protections that sometimes we forget passwords
 
But those times we weren't scared of any program
And we were going to fight just using simple 'debug'19
And a skillfully written virus was meeting as a bro20
 
And now we press 'reset' at any time...
And wherever you go everywhere you come across RET,21
And it's also good if there is a return address on the stack.
 
Now we are too lazy to be sophisticated, to optimize the code,
And we write the interface with fools from year to year,
We got used to a powerful machine, having lost any risk.
 
We forgot command codes and a stock of the old tricks,
And sometimes the hate to the Windows system
Lights a fire in our eyes as an indicator of Hard Disk Drive
 

• 1. The key combination in Windows enables a user to terminate an unresponsive application. When all three keys are pressed at the same time, the Task Manager utility, which displays all open apps, can be selected from a menu. The Task Manager enables the user to shut down the computer.
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• 21. In computer programming, a return statement causes execution to leave the current subroutine and resume at the point in the code immediately after the instruction which called the subroutine, known as its return address.

Tower Clock is Chiming*

Versions: #1
Tower clock is chiming stately

White seaboat

Versions: #1
I was looking long at you
You walked on deck in whole silence
And white seaboat quietly
Sailed off from noisy, crowded quayside
 
And I've been suddenly whirled up
I wobbled by this boat
And I watched as behind the stern
Was sailing happy port
 
Ah, white seaboat
Bass sound of its horn
Scream of seagulls outside
And shining of blue eyes
 
Ah, white seaboat
And running water flow
You quickly carry me
Tell where to?
 
But seaboat was sailing on
And waves were running behind stern
And wind was tender and began
To play with you as your friend
 
And when I looked at you that time
I do not know why
In this cool moment as noever
I envied his desire !
 
Ah, white seaboat
Bass sound of its horn
Scream of seagulls outside
And shining of blue eyes
 
Ah, white seaboat
And running water flow
You quickly carry me
Tell where to?
 
Ah, white seaboat
Bass sound of its horn
Scream of seagulls outside
And shining of blue eyes
 
Ah, white seaboat
And running water flow
You're carrying me
Tell where to?
 
Ah, white seaboat
Bass sound of boat horn
Scream of seagulls outside
And shining of blue eyes
 
Ah, white seaboat
And running water flow
You quickly carry me
Tell where to?
 

Human

It's always strange, but it's
shaped like a human being.
What's the name of me who calls me ?
 
Everyday is approaching the end without any problems
The problemis that
the person who blames
it is the person who blames it.
No matter how many times I contend,
I don't understand the answer.
 
I'm glad
I had one small
light from all over the world that
was torn by a piece of the line.
 
It's always strange,
but with an invisible feeling,
people easily
die and repeat that.
 
If Re Shimae disappear somewhere
to need to anything without seeing
dare refuse it
Tteyuu's man
also fought many times
only who hurt
Hey Hey Yet
 
The world map that
I saw in the middle of the blink of an eye
Until it decayed to the fruit of the dream of the extinguished light
 
I'm glad
I had one small light from
all over the world that was torn by a piece of the line
 
The world map that
I saw in the middle of the blink of an eye
Until it decayed to the fruit of the dream of the extinguished light
 
I'm glad
I had only one light that had gone out
 

What Kind of Days Are Now Ahead of Us?

What kind of days are now ahead of us?
And where this springtime country road is heading?
It leads, it seems, by reckoning and guessing,
To your quiet street, to the forbidden garth.
 
You won’t run out to greet me anymore
Across the asphalt slabs of the air station,
To kiss my hand in an impulsive gesture,
And to repeat what once you’ve said before.
 
It’s painful, darling, sad to realize
That icy paths turned out to be so sloppy,
That happiness is not foreseen yet, sorry,
Because we don’t see sorrow in our lives.
 
How heavy are the kindness-carrying chains!
Improbable events today are likely,
And they can lower to the deepest rightness
The path that’s labeled “a homebound lane”.
 
Goodbye, my darling, let me say goodbye!
My old backpack feels lighter than a feather.
I’ll set the bridges burning all together,
And matches, for a change, today are dry. [x2]
 

Steppe and steppe - no end

Steppe and steppe - no end
And the trip is long
Coachman’s tired and
Freezing to the bone.
 
Having lost strength and
Feeling death is near
He has asked his friend:
“Do my will, please, dear,
 
Hear me loud and clear
Please, forget the bad,
Bury me right here,
In this steppe I’m dead.
 
And my horses, friend,
Take them to my Dad
To my Mom I send
Love and bows instead
 
To my wife you bring
A loving farewell
And the wedding ring
Thank God, we lived well
 
Tell her she should not
Grieve for very long
She should tie the knot
With a guy who’s strong
 
The steppe got me killed
With its freezing cold
But her love, fulfilled,
In the grave, I’ll hold ”
 

Heather bush

Versions: #1
It's so nice around, quiet and dignified,
There are no cities, no noise, no phone calls.
Everything is open to the wind on all four sides,
Sail of clouds and pine mast, so tall.
 
Chorus
Heather bush is like a little boat,
And far, far away is our shore.
Heather bush is like a little boat,
And the boat has neither rudder, nor oars.
 
Autumn turns yellow from under the damp grass,
Springtime sun touches our cheeks, brighten the eyes,
You say: where this boat taking us?
I'm so indescribably surprised...
 
Chorus:
And not understanding hasty words I say,
Your arms outstretched in the empty sky,
Your reflection in the blue water of May
Like a cross thrown in the river, all in white.
 
Chorus
So many miles of love we walked together,
They went beyond horizon, above the cloud,
It's just I'll always miss that honey heather,
Whether we'll ever find those places, I doubt.
 
Chorus
 

White Motor Ship

I was staring at you
You were walking along the deck in silence
And quietly, the white motor ship
Set sail from the noisy pier
 
And suddenly it spun me around
It rocked me
Meanwhile behind the stern
The merry seaport was sailing away
 
Oh, white motor ship
Restless bass of the signal
Cry of the seagulls astern
Shining of blue eyes
 
Oh, white motor ship
Running water
You carry me away
Tell me, where to?
 
The motor ship sailed on the sea
Waves running astern
And the gentle sea wind
Cheered up, played with you
 
And staring at you,
I don't know why
In that moment, more than ever
I envied it
 
Oh, white motor ship
Restless bass of the signal
Cry of the seagulls astern
Shining of blue eyes
 
Oh, white motor ship
Running water
You carry me away
Tell me, where to?
 
Oh, white motor ship
Restless bass of the signal
Cry of the seagulls astern
Shining of blue eyes
 
Oh, white motor ship
Running water
You carry me away
Tell me, where to?
 
Oh, white motor ship
Restless bass of the signal
Cry of the seagulls astern
Shining of blue eyes
 
Oh, white motor ship
Running water
You carry me away
Tell me, where to?
 

Africa(what a hot dream)

Oh, what a blaze
the asphalt is burning
Someone is calling,
someone else is calling
Goodbye to silence
goodbye to rest
Oh, what a heat
it dries your mouth
Ow-ah, ow-ah
Ow-ah, Oh, my God!...
 
Don't want to go to the marketplace
'cause it makes me sick
of unforgetness
the lie is so big
it comes to my mind,
mr. president,
God, what a state of things
what a ressemblence
with Africa it comes
it comes to my mind again!...
 
Chorus(x2):
 
Africa, Africa!
What a hot dream!
Africa, Africa!
 
Ah, what a transition
what an opposition
Oh, how much hatred
can get out of our mouth!
That's it, man:
hatred and lazyness!
Games and balls
and festivals
Ow-ah, ow-ah
Ow-ah, Oh, my God!...
 
Verse 4:
 
When you say 'political'
you say neolitical
when you say artist
you say the communists
It's ok,
keep the fear
God, what a state of things
what a ressemblence
with Africa it comes
it comes to my mind again!...
 
Chorus...
 

Lady

Oh, my darling, my sweetheart, my dear unsurpassable lady,
My icebreaker is sad, and my skipper looks south of course.
Just imagine this picture: a star from the Swan constellation
Stares directly at me through my porthole surrounded with bronze.
Through the same vent directly the furious winds come in rushing.
They are known in the parts of the world as monsoons or trade winds.
They would scatter my letters, while leafing through them with the sneering,
All these letters not sent, due to absence of their addressee.
 
Where have you, my beloved, succeeded to leave me unnoticed?
Where exactly, my darling, I’ve stepped on a different path?
And while strumming my guitar, I passed by the symphonies solemn,
All the while I was thinking these concerts are waiting ahead.
Inattentive to all, I was eating my lamb and was pouring Tkemáli.1
Every morning for me there were someone’s wallpapers to eye.
I was welcomed by these, who would always fail to understand me,
Who would thought that contentment is also a part of a lie.
 
In the waves of shop windows a tenebrous figure would linger:
A reflection of solitude, following all of my strides.
And this figure was joined by a fleet of the driverless vehicles,
On the wet asphalt roads they were rolling with no one inside.
I was flying through years trapped inside empty wagons of subway,
In deserted port docks I was greeting and meeting myself.
Only storms and bad weather would start with me roundelay dancing,
All that happened on earth was without your own presence as well.
 
Someone wandered around, incoherently talked, – I lost hearing.
Television set shoveled pinups in my face, – I went blind.
I just hope for my trustful old friend and good old mountain skiing.
So, for now in this desolate land I will dwell unassigned.
Oh, my darling, my sweetheart, my dear unsurpassable lady,
My icebreaker is stuck in the ice, like it run short of breath.
You’re my precious friend sent to me from the Swan constellation,
Don’t forget to descend, please give hope, once decided, do save.
 

• 1. Tkemali is a famous Georgian sauce primarily made of cherry plum.

A train is departing to a far away

A train is departing to a far away,
You’ll wave to me, fading from view.
I’ll meet other girls, this I’m sure of,
But none of them will be like you.
 
I still see you right before (the) battle,
A din of (the) exploding grenades.
That blue dress of yours, like the blue skies,
Your voice, that cute smile, and those eyes.
 
There are lots of smiles that are gorgeous,
So many intriguing great eyes,
But these such as yours, darling sweetheart,
I’ve come across only just once.
 
Longing will dwell in our sad hearts,
Our tearful farewells set us free.
Try to remember me, darling!
Should I come visit - greet me!
 

Crush

[Verse 1, Dora]
Hello
But you walk by
I hide my smile
It's important for me, that you find out
Secret (secret)
Catch each one of my impulses
I'm not indifferent to you
But I'm not in love with you
 
[Chorus]
I just have a crush on you
Cracked, painted into
Lost my head
Crashed, got into (oy)
I just have a crush on you
Cracked, painted into
Lost my head
Crashed, got into
 
[Verse 2, Dora]
It's attachment, forgetfulness of myself
concern and weakness
It's an addiction, it's an attraction
Madness, mania, addiction
A mechanical process
Hormones will start to play again
It is just something in the head, yeah yeah yeah
What is mistakingly called love
 
[Bridge]
Lips, dopamine (dopamine)
Adrenalin (adrenalin)
They control me
So I'm sorry (Sorry, yeah)
But I don't love you
A, I just, have a crush on you, oy
 
[Chorus]
I just have a crush on you
Cracked, painted into
Lost my head
Crashed, got into (oy)
I just have a crush on you
Cracked, painted into
Lost my head
Crashed, got into
 

Chasing Foggy Mornings

You can see, it's not normal, far from normal,
I admit that I'm a total wackadoo.
I am chasing, I am chasing foggy mornings,
And there's nothing better for myself to do.
 
REFRAIN #1:
Folks are riding to earn fortunes, folks are riding on a purpose,
To escape from their resentment and from woes.
But I'm riding, but I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.
 
You can see yourself, it's simple, really simple
For the one, who took a leave at least just once.
You imagine it’s an impulse or a signal:
Peaks in sunlight, spruces, songs of rains and bluffs.
 
REFRAIN #2:
It’s not a problem that my luggage does contain in equal measure
Recollections, sadness, debts unpaid of yours…
But I'm riding, but I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.
And I'm riding, and I'm riding to chase rainbows,
To chase rainbows in the land of fog and firs.
 

To You

Without leaving you even for an hour
I want share everything with you
The dust of distant travels
The rustling of leaves and the sound of waves
 
But what can I do
If my path leads to wide open space?
Sometimes you see forests in your dreams,
And sometimes my path to the mountains
 
I am not going to torture you
I don't want to offend you
Maybe, it's even better
That I haven't seen you for so many days
 
But what can I do
If my path leads to wide open space?
Sometimes you see forests in your dreams,
And sometimes my path to the mountains
 

The foggy morning

The morning is foggy, the morning is bleak.
The wheat fields look so sad,
Covered with snow.
Your mind reluctantly flies to the past times.
Tries to remember the long forgotten faces.
 
You will recall those exuberant passionate speeches.
The coveted glances
So shyly exchanged.
The first encounter,
The last tryst,
The sounds of the quiet voice you loved so dearly.
 
You will recall the parting
With a strange smile,
You will recall plenty,
The dear things, the distant troubles,
All the while listening to the endless rapping of the wheels,
Looking wistfully into the wide sky.
 

Rolling stone

When I was fifteen, suffering of the chest
When I coughed hard, I threw up blood
When I was sixteen, my dad dreams scared me
He aspired to be a ladies man
 
When I was seventeen, I only read books
I was shy for falling in love
When I was eighteen, dreaming of leaving home
I wrote a letter in silence
 
Ah ah
ah ah
 
Rolling stone, where do you go?
Rolling stone who trusts in the hills
At best if you're rolling
You'll be on an unknown place far from the parents
 
If I carried my fury, my chest broke
While controlling my excitement
I though that for me there wasn't
Any youth of living happy
 
Though I don't get lost, this way
I became a stone covered in moss
Being a stone, I thought
Of rolling with all my strength
 
Ah ah
ah ah
 
Rolling stone, where do you go?
Rolling stone who trusts in the hills
At best if you're rolling
You'll be on an unknown place far from the parents
 
Rolling stone, where do you go?
Rolling stone who trusts in the hills
At best if you're rolling
You'll be on an unknown place far from the parents
 

Interior Space, Cradle of the Dead

The universe is wriggling my birth
The universe's creation's is the birds that are crowding
My body is becoming whole with a planet
Ephemerid's light of wings' is zero gravity
 
The infernal star and the infinite density's of observatory
A spacetime's burial and a doodlebugs' snare
 
A fire bird of the whole creation
The universe's elementary cells
I am the Samsara
Of the black hole which is the cradle of the dead
 
Enuma Anu Enlil
(Celestial Babylonia)
Astrology Sign
(Astral horoscope)
My body became into the universe..!
 
Absolute consciousness is connected beyond the void
In one second, there counts hundreds of millions of light years
Life is to get connected to it, to be born and become a star
 
The cradle of the dead..!
 
The earth's hourglass is the time remaining to the sun
The Siriuis' cycle on the ancient's calendar is the ancient times' space of structure
 
The dark lines of Stellar gas' canvas dust
The universe's rules is to spread as an elliptic spiral
 
The tower of truth is dominating the view from beyond the universe
In one second, there counts hundreds of millions of light years
They approach and keep away, the coming and going waves are praising...
 
The cradle of the dead..!
 
Enuma Anu Enlil
(Celestial Babylonia)
Astrology Sign
(Astral horoscope)
The universe is a divine sculpture
(Python living on the sun)
Giant elephants of earth
(Canopied constellations)
My body became into the universe..!
 
Absolute consciousness is connected beyond the void
In one second, there counts hundreds of millions of light years
Life is to get connected to it, to be born and become a star
 
The cradle of the dead..!
 

Glass forest

Without saying anything, without hearing anything, lights went off
Crowded windows, a mirage on a glass forest
 
Since the fragments of love ached me a little
I went to the city on Sunday
Colliding my shoulders, my address book fell
You were there
Boy, I don't even know your name
But why did time stop
 
'I don't want to fall in love' I said sinking in tears
You're reflected on a silver mirror
Without saying anything, without hearing anything, lights went off
Crowded windows, a mirage on a glass forest
 
Leaving a smile among the people
You faded
When the Sunday comes, wanting to find you
I wander by the city
Boy, I know I can't meet you
But for some reason my heart is encouraged
 
To remember the palpitation I lost
Gods played a trick on me
Without saying anything, without hearing anything, lights went off
Crowded windows, a mirage on a glass forest
 

More than this, less than that

More than this, less than that
Follow the normal steps of love
More than this, less than that
Come on, don't restrain
 
When the cheerful season
Gets near the city
Everybody everywhere
Will make a romance bloom
You're too far
From the type I love
But if I can't agree with you
I'll miss the chance
 
This is this and that is that
Understand me with the proper level
This is this and that is that
Be tender with your hands
 
Turning over the pages
Of a very suggestive magazine
From between my fingers
I refreshed my heart
More than revolving
I want to advance
Because if I did it once
I won't change
 
More than this, less than that
Follow the normal steps of love
More than this, less than that
Come on, don't restrain
This is this and that is that
Understand me with the proper level
This is this and that is that
Be tender with your hands
 

Stardust sniper

Because I love you
Baby, I want you
Because I love you
Baby, I want you
 
A skyscraper of the Milky Way
A desert in the empty metropolis
The asphalt is a silk road
A lonely runner in the long night
I want to love and I can't
I'm chasing only you
I want to love and I can't, I'm alone
 
I'm the stardust sniper, a love bullet
I shoot in the middle of the dark
Aiming at your heart
I'm the stardust sniper, believing in love
With my eyes closed, to the pain in my chest
Falling stars pull the trigger
 
Because I love you
Baby, I want you
Because I love you
Baby, I want you
 
The discotheque of the night sky
Found you in my dreams
I want to dance and I can't
Even if I see you from afar
I want to dance and I can't, I'm alone
 
Just for tonight I'm a sniper, nobody knows it
From the spaces between the moonlight
Turn your face to my gaze
Just for tonight I'm a sniper, a passionate love
Is predestined in the romance scope
Falling stars, small fireworks
 
I'm the stardust sniper, with a love bullet
I'm the stardust sniper
Aiming at your heart
Just for tonight I'm a sniper, believing in love
Just for tonight I'm a sniper, don't hesitate
Falling stars pull the trigger
 
Because I love you
Baby, I want you
Because I love you
Baby, I want you
 

Yuriria of My Love

There behind those hills
Is the village where I was born
Yuriria1 of my love,
Through my songs you'll know about me
 
An adventurer I've been
So I say, far away from you
Yuriria of my memories,
All my desire is to return to you
 
Your lagoon is very beautiful
Where the moon is a wondrous thing
With beams from the full moon
The fisherman weaves his nets
 
Above Yuriria with its beautiful streets
Embroidered with stones in the colonial style
Above Yuriria and its beautiful women
Because if you want, there are none equal
 
Your convent brings back memories
And those colonial times
You're home to a precious jewel
For its beauty so natural
 
To the Lord of Esquipulitas2
Precious blood and health
He took them to its altarpieces
To leave it under its cross
 
My neighborhood is Puerta del Llano3
Impossible to forget, if I left there
My parents so beloved
And my friends, and my love
 
Above Yuriria with its beautiful streets
Embroidered with stones in the colonial style
Above Yuriria and its beautiful women
Because if you want, there are none equal
 

• 1. One of the municipalities in the state of Guanajuato, in Mexico. Also known as Yuririapundaro.
• 2. A statue that's a replica of the Black Christ which is venerated in Esquipulas, Guatemala. The Church of the Lord of Esquipulitas is located in Moroleon, a municipality in the state of Guanajuato, Mexico.
• 3. Although there's a place called Puerta del Llano in the state of Jalisco, Mexico, it's more likely that the place mentioned here is the village in the state of Guanajuato, with only 61 inhabitants.

To Mom

For half a year I haven't had a fight or been rude to the stuff,
Doing time in the juvie,1 making wishes for parole.
And now here it is, why, I didn't ask for it, at such a heavy price,
I'd better serve another time, I'd wait,
I'd wait as long as it would take, I could stand as much as needed,
Just not to see those wire lines and understand
That I was just a tiny little late, that I didn't make it,
And I will never hear any more 'My dear son, hello!'
 
Chorus:
To mom, to mom, to my dear mom
The 'Murmansk-Moscow' train is taking me to
To my darling mom, to the most beautiful one
To the one who will say to me tender words.
 
I'm coming to say sorry I used to run away from home,
And when you yelled at drunk Dad, I'd always take his side,
And I used to be rude raising my voice in return to your reproches.
Sorry you were getting called into school day by day.
At times I'd come with my face bandaged, at times with a broken leg or an arm,
Sometimes I'd come all covered with gunpowder burns.
And then some day, my friend Alyoshka picked up a key from under someone else's doormat...
Didn't you ask me not to hang out with him?
 
To mom, to mom, to my dear mom
The 'Murmansk-Moscow' train is taking me to
To my darling mom, to the most beautiful one
To the one who will say to me tender words.
 
To mom, to mom, to my dear mom
The 'Murmansk-Moscow' train is taking me to
To my darling mom, to the most beautiful one
To the one who will say to me tender words.
 
When I was called into the warden's office
And the wire was put on the desk, at first I didn't get,
The release2 and a train ticket were there too.
It was July but my release was due in February.
Why, I'd wait till February, I could stand another year, five, whatever,
Just not to see those wire lines and understand
That I was just a tiny little late, that I didn't make it.
And I will never hear any more 'My dear son, hello!'
 
To mom, to mom, to my dear mom
The 'Murmansk-Moscow' train is taking me to
To my darling mom, to the most beautiful one
To the one who will say to me tender words.
To the one who will say to me tender words.
 

• 1. juvenile detention center
• 2. certificate of release from prison

Amber of the night

Versions: #2
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Candle's waxen rivulets -
Amber beads on Night's neck,
And old love, long with us,
And hidden sadness' cause,
The illumination
Of a verse, long ago lost,
And faith that the time has come
To start it all anew.
 
Autumn's silhouette is
Mirrored in the windows,
And the sinful sound of strings
Fanciful heavens brings,
And the warmness of the words
In front of holy silence -
The final flight from month
Of August back to June.
 
If only there was time,
Dear, to add to this list
Of future hopes, wishes -
Here is the new candle...
But our eyes are blinded
By, wisdom wholly endowed,
The old love, long with us,
And hidden sadness, thus.
 
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The Cranes

Versions: #8
Nahum Grebnev (Nahum Rambach)
[from Rasul Gamzatov]
 
The Cranes
 
Sometimes I feel that all those fallen soldiers,
Who never left the bloody battle zones,
Have not been buried to decay and molder,
But turned into white cranes that softly groan.
 
And thus, until these days since those bygone times,
They still fly in the skies and gently cry.
Isn’t it why we often hear those sad chimes
And calmly freeze, while looking in the sky?
 
A tired flock of cranes still flies – their wings flap.
Birds glide into the twilight, roaming free.
In their formation I can see a small gap –
It might be so, that space is meant for me.
 
The day shall come, when in a mist of ashen
I’ll soar with cranes, and final rest I’ll find,
From the skies calling – in a bird-like fashion –
All those of you, who I’ll have left behind.
 
Sometimes I feel that all those fallen soldiers,
Who never left the bloody battle zones,
Have not been buried to decay and molder,
But turned into white cranes that softly groan…
 
Translation in verse by Leo Schwartzberg © 2018
 

How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!

Quiet day slowly fading, with lights playing the sea,
The green slopes of Dnieper became dear to me,
Where the branches are swaying of lovers delights...
How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!
Like a happiness surf, the velvet of nights...
How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!
 
*Cannas look in my eyes, into them I'll pour my heart,
Let them tell my beloved, how true is my love.
On the wings of the hopes I will live, I'll fly...
How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!
 
A weary city is sleeping, peacefully, gently till Dawn,
Look, the lights, like a necklace, over Dnieper are on,
Like a happiness surf, the velvet of night...
How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!
Like a happiness surf, the velvet of night...
How can I not love you, Kyiv, my life!