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Сома

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Нема више шта да се каже
И све што ми преостаје да урадим
Јесте да побегнем
Од тебе
И водила ме је, доле
Са тајнама које не могу чувати
 
Затвори своје очи и спавај
Не чекај ме
Тишина, немој причати
Са мном
 
Омотао сам свој бол у теби
И нашао уточиште у том болу
Опијат кривице
Јесте твоје сломљено срце, твоје срце
 
Дакле, сад сам потпуно сам
Као што сам се увек осећао
Издаћу своје сузе
За било кога ухваћеног у нашем трику будала
 
Последњи пољубац од мене... да
Последњи пољубац за ноћ
 
Нисам хтео да те још једном изгубим
Нисам хтео да ти будем пријатељ
Испунио сам обећање направљено од калаја
И вратио сам ти се
 
Потпуно сам сам
Као што сам се увек осећао
Издаћу себе
За било кога, изгубио, било кога сем тебе
 
Па нека туга поново дође
На то да се можеш ослонити на мене, да
До горког, горког краја света, да
Када Бог спава у блаженству
 
И потпуно сам сам
Као што сам се увек осећао
Издаћу себе
За било кога
 

Данас

Versions: #1
Click to see the original lyrics (English)
Данас је највећи
Дан за који сам икада знао
Не могу живети за сутра,
Сутра је предуго
Спалићу своје очи
Пре него што изађем
 
Хтео сам више
Него што би ми живот икада могао пружити
Сморила ме обавеза
Чувања образа
 
Данас је највећи
Дан за који сам икада знао
Не могу сачекати сутра
Можда ми није толико времена преостало
Исчупаћу своје срце
Пре него што изађем
 
Ружичасти тракасти ожиљци
Никада не заборављају
Толико сам се трудио
Да исчистим ова жаљења
Моја анђеоска крила
Била су модра и везана
Стомак ме боли
 
Данас је
Данас је
Данас је
Највећи дан
 
Хоћу да те узбудим
Хоћу да те узбудим
Хоћу да те узбудим
Хоћу да те узбу
 
Данас је највећи
Данас је највећи дан
Данас је највећи дан
За који сам икада стварно знао
 

Симпатија

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Омоташ своје руке око
Осећаја који окружује
Као течни пеперминт
Само окуси снове које је послала
 
И овај осећај дрхти ти низ кичму
Љубав долази у бојама не могу порећи
Све што је важно јесте љубав, љубав, твоја љубав
 
Спаваш у свом кревету
Само одмори своју уморну главу
Можда не би требало да бринеш
Одбаци те снове и изазове
 
И питам се да ли ми је важно
Љубав долази у бојама не могу порећи
Све што трепери јесте љубав, љубав, твоја љубав
Твоја љубав
Твоја љубав
 

Moj R

Taman kada sam htela da izujem cipele na krovu, tamo ispred sebe vidim devojku sa upletenom kosom.
Uprkos sebi, vrisnem
'Hej, molim te nemoj to da uradiš!'
 
Jao, čekaj malo šta sam upravo rekla?
Bilo mi je sve jedno.
Iskreno, bila sam pomalo ljuta što je ovo bila propuštena prilika.
Devojka sa upletenom kosom mi je rekla svoje jade
Verovatno ste sve to već čuli
'Stvarno sam mislila da je on taj pravi
ali onda mi je rekao da je završio.'
 
Zaboga, molim te! Zar si ozbiljna?
Jednostavno ne mogu da verujem da si zbog nekog glupog razloga došla ovde pre mene!
Da li si uzrujana što ne možeš imati ono što si želela?
Imaš sreće što ti nikada ništa nisu ukrali!
'Osećam se bolje hvala ti što si me saslušala.'
Devojka sa upletenom kosom je onda nestala.
 
'U redu, danas je taj dan!' ili sam tako mislila.
Samo što sam skinula obe cipele
Tamo je bila devojka niska koliko može biti.
Uprkos sebi, vrisnem

Blue Skies of the Future

It rains, it stops. It shines, it gets dark.
The sky isn’t blue because of anyone
Time doesn’t wait for anyone
And you, can only live your own life
 
You wander, you linger. You are eager, you love deeply.
From the chaos that is youth
Distill an answer that you’ve longed for
And yet, are you still willing to craze over love
The answer will come to light tomorrow
 
If you and me were to look back
You’ll see two playful kids
In love as if there was no more future, no more tomorrow
 
If you and me could start again
Would we still be as courageous as before
Let the azure sky, which has no regrets
Embellish our boundless future
 
People come and go, some stayed, like you did
How many loops must we go through
Before reaching the shore that is happiness
Before this life hasn’t been in vain
Ordinary but exciting
 

She Argued With Him For Hours

She argued with him for hours
She was nearly on the verge of tears
Everything happened so quick
She felt a need to tell
 
They sat the two of them in the living room
He slowly pulled the drapes
Immediately also turned off the lights
He was drunk, he was drunk
 
Yes, he didn't feel any resistance
Intelligent and sensitive
They were both born as cancers
It's dangerous, it's dengerous
 
It all went so smoothly
They were in the middle of the game
Yes him and her, and her and him
La li la li, La li la lo
 
She said find a way, I want you
She said find a way, I want you
 
He had to try his best
Suddenly the phone rang
He immediately picked up and apologized
Said he had to get going
Very hasty, very hasty
 
They put off everything for tomorrow
A reasonable hour not late
The phone remained indifferent
It didn't feel, it was indifferent
 
He didn't know how to behave
He mocked everyone
But he worked very hard
He was a practitioner, an authorized practitioner!
 
He changed the number in his phone
That he won't be bothered tomorrow
The business became sensitive
He already felt, it's dirty business!
 
She said find a way, or else I'll find you
She said find a way, or else I'll find you
 
He had to be careful
 
She didn't get the right treatment
She had a Mediterranean temper
She only wanted to get revenge
The rough up the guy a bit
 
After a short meeting at the bank
She replaced her car with a tank
She ammunition from a base
It's just a prank, it's just a prank
 
A rustle filled the air
A cannon shell penetrated the hall
And exploded into the wall
A quick death, a bright future
 
The police sent a rescue force
To check the meaning of the blast
He disappeared in the flame
Yes that is the power of love!
 
She said find a way, or else I'll find you
She said find a way, I want you
 
There's no sun or rain, there's only shade
 

Bonfire

Versions:
When all is fine, the old man says :
'Someday every bonfire will blow out,
And the winds will carry the ashes off,
However, while the fire still brazens,
Everyone holds onto it's warmth,
Whether for bitter seasons or cold months.'
 
When nights grow old, they barely light a flame,
Gathering strength and firewood,
They waste not, sparing the forest.
But sometimes there be a fellow,
He'll get it all wrong,
And his fire will reach the heavens.
 
And all is not fine, yet it isn't over,
The light of day hasn't faded yet,
And not everyone regrets the great fire, and God protects me.
 
He who was wise would save his fire,
He accepted he could not warm others,
until a warmer season,
But without pain he survived until a warmer day.
Yet you were wrong, you let it all go in an instant,
And within an hour it all burned out,
And yet in this hour, we were all warm inside.
 
And all is not fine, yet it isn't over,
The light of day hasn't faded yet,
And not everyone regrets the great fire, and God protects me.
 

Тражили сте ме

Тражили сте ме у претходном несвесном животу,
Препознајући мој дом на раскршћима пустих градова.
Бескрајним данима текле су наше године и истекле,
Не оставивши трагове на калдрми сетних хармонија.
 
Пишем вам писмо, а испод сваког ретка су акорди,
Облепићу њиме задње стране вечерњих новина,
Ви ћете прочитати и можда овај свет неправедно груб
Осмехне се и одједном нам дозволи лет у истој зони.
 
Ја ћу вам отворити сво своје срце као капије аероплана,
Ви ћете у мрежастим чарапама склизнути са насловнице Плејбоја,
И као у Башо стиху полетећемо под небом нирване,
Смејући се лако и неизмерно дивећи се себи.
 
Тражили сте ме у претходном несвесном животу,
Препознајући мој дом на раскршћима пустих градова.
Бескрајним данима текле су наше године и истекле,
Не оставивши трагове на калдрми сетних хармонија.
 

The King

In a cabin forest.
She lives alone.
She did not know.
It is an ivory flower.
 
Three horsemen.
In the forest riders.
She is being sought.
To take him.
 
The kings son is in love.
In a princess with gold hair.
Not a children’s story.
The kings son is in love.
In a princess with gold hair.
Like a children’s story.
 
She picked flowers.
She made her tea.
She did not know.
She was being sought.
 
Three horsemen.
In the forest riders.
She is being sought.
It is an ivory flower.
 
The kings son is in love.
 

Srebrno Ponekad (Duhovi)

Rasplini se poput rakete
Bakljuj snagom umirućeg sunca
Prhni poput zmaja
Zaroni poput pelikana.
 
Kraljevstva moga carstva dolaze.
 
Poskakuj uzbuđenjem proroka
Pljuj kao pesnikova puška
Samo reci koliko će ovo trajati?
 
Petljaš dok ne progovoriš.
 
Bleštiš i bleštiš i bleštiš crnim
Kojim okrećeš skretnicu
U sebi da istražiš sve nade svoje
To tvoji su vapaji
Što bole me najviše.
 
Usred smo ledine, i samo duhovi
Usred smo ledine, duhovi.
 
Vladaj kao tiranin
Priređuj sve danom zaljubljenih
Bolećiv kao sirena
Sumoran poput usnule mine.
 
Kraljevstva moga carstva dolaze
Što je sve većma jedno, pa ipak
 
Veslaj kao krivac u begu
Da bi se utopio k’o kapetanov sin
Samo reci koliko će ovo trajati?
 
Mi smo na ledini, duhovi
Mi smo na ledini, duhovi.
 
Petljaš dok ne progovoriš.
 
Bleštiš i bleštiš uz kanone što te vode
kad oštrinom tigra
skeniraš polja, to neko umire večeras
Tragično je, ali bar nisi ti.
 
Mi smo na ledini, duhovi.
Mi smo na ledini, duhovi.
 

Polaroid

The increasing movement yet again borders on madness
A passing young woman emphasises her body
 
A mother crossing a road with a child who has yet to see
How the blue skies have been extinguished, how a strom rises up
 
And I am asking myself,
if God is jesting,
whom should we pray to
to sleep quietly?
 
A passing thought leaves me exposed
It's funny, I believed maybe I could fly
 
And I am asking myself,
if God is jesting,
whom should we pray to
to sleep quietly?
 
And I am asking myself,
if God is jesting,
whom should we pray to
I'm sailing towards the imagination
 
I've always desired things
I have never had
(I'm) waking up, you are beside me
And all the fear disappears
 

Conversation on the train

Versions: #1
Debates on the train it's the one and only thing,
When there are no drinks for the bloke
The bottle is empty, but the train is rolling,
And you just dying to talk.
 
And the two start to argue, for real, without constraint
The wheels rumble, our sleep is gone.
One kept repeating:' Our life is a train'.
Another said:' It's a platform' .
 
One man asserted: ' Our way ahead is clear',
Another guy objected: ' I doubt that'.
One kept saying:'Like, we are engineers'
'We are passengers' another guy said.
 
One said: 'For us freedom is the best reward:
We're driving the train where we need '.
Another guy said:' Oh, please,don't act the lord.
We'll get off the same way we seat in it'.
 
And the first one shouted:'For many years
The road is open for us guys' .
The second one said:' not so many, I fear-
It all depends on the ticket price'.
 
And the first one shouted:' Wherever we want, we go
And we can, if need be, turn the other way'.
The second one answered:' The train is not a crow,
It's only goes, where the tracks are laid'
 
And both got off somewhere near Taganrog
Among the endless fields.
And each went his own way through the early fog,
And the train went where it always will
 

Graduation photograph

I felt sad when I opened the fur cover
That person of the graduation photograph puts tender eyes
 
When I noticed him in the city, I couldn't say anything
Because his face in the graduation photograph was the same
 
The crowd drags me away and changes me
You scold me sometimes from afar
 
Now I only see from the train the road that went
Under the shaking willows for us to talk
 
Don't forget your way of live of that time
You're part of my youth
 
The crowd drags me away and changes me
You scold me sometimes from afar
You're part of my youth
 

The Bath Song

Don't listen to that grouch!
come, friends!
and doesn't it hurt to get wet, Doc?
won't it shrink your beard?
do we get in?
should we wash where we can't see?
no, no, calmly, do as I do.
 
Without fear, begin
and don't be alarmed,
roll up your sleeves,
it'll make it much easier.
Scoop up a lot of water,
then soak in it and do:
brr, brr, brr.
 
Grab the soap
and without hesitation,
with a lot lather
you must wet your face.
And with the water in your hands
you must breathe in, let out:
brr, brr, brr.
 
Wet and rub
wash and clean,
soak
and slosh too.
 
Perhaps you feel cool
and humid,
but you'll have fun
in the novelty.
 
You mustn't even forget
your nose,
and you'll feel
very clean and happy.
 
Pack of babies,
you'll make me sick
if you do: brr, brr, brr.
 
Rub real hard,
there's no denying
what a beauty it'll seem
after drying.
 
Because if you wash your body,
you'll have a clean soul if you do:
brr, brr, brr.
 

Returning Compass

dreams that are invisible, belongs to whom
the faraway sound, is laughter
 
Wandering on the sea
and then sinking
The fragment of shadow
where they gone
 
（〈Temari〉Main melody harmony）
 
Closing the eyelids
Compass tree
swallows needles
again
Keep repeating
forever and ever
The melancholy and the only one
story.
 

Soldier

Versions: #1
I've been on he right track since childhood
I've decided what it is I'll do :
But I just cannot wait,
For my eighteenth birthday.
 
I'll head out for the recruitment office,
And I'll report in front of everyone,
I've been a soldier at heart,
And let me now join the service.
 
I'll be given my uniform,
They'll teach me to shoot a Kalashnikov 1
When I walk the city,
My buddies will die of envy. 2
 
I've decided this since a long time ago,
And let fashion change fashion,
But one thing troubles me,
That I only served for two years.
 

• 1. Yes, the AK-74 is what would've been used by this song's time, the rifle's full name was the Автомат Калашникова образца 1974 года or just Kalashnikov Automatic Rifle Model 1974 (chambered in the 5.45x39mm cartridge, less powerful than the AK-47's 7.62x39mm but with the same effectiveness against armored targets as a 5.56x45mm NATO (the West's rifle caliber) which was why it came into service if my memory serves correct. 7.62x39mm is less effective against armor due to it being a massive, slow moving bullet, versus the 5.45 which is a small bullet going at the same velocity which is just more effective against armor). I live in the Southern United States, I need to live up to our stereotypes somehow.
• 2. Surprised there isn't a line about how much chicks will dig him for being the cool tough army grunt. Should be an information technologist like me, we're a profession known for drowning in women

While the candle is still burning

Versions:
There are days when you give up
There are no words, no music, no energy left.
I was not myself on those days
And never asked anyone for help.
And I wanted to run for the hills,
To lock my house and never to find the key,
But I believed that nothing was completely lost
While there is light, while the candle is still burning.
 
And nobody could make me sing,
Silence is the beginning of all beginnings,
But if a song can straighten my shoulders,
How difficult it will be to silence me.
And even though I don't have many days left,
And it's snowing, and my blood is not warm,
I will start all over again for the 100th time,
While there is light, while the candle is still burning.
 

Ballad to a Double Agent

He arrived to The Land (Israel) by twisted devious paths
He was a hidden agent, did not want to be revealed
He stayed in fancy hotels
He always existed on the accounts of others
 
He fought the Muslims and hid in Istanbul
He misled the Russians, he was a double agent
In a boat of slaves to the Land of Canaan he rowed
The Turks controlled The Land, to Egypt he returned
 
He rode to Palestine
On a camel with two humps
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a Turkish Sheik
 
Within three and a half days he met with the Sultan
He took him in a taxi and murdered him in the garden
He it houses on fire at night, the Turks suffered during the day
They called him Zero Zero Yosef Yosef the awful
 
He rode to Palestine
On a camel with two humps
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a Turkish Sheik
 
He rode to Palestine
On a three dimensional donkey
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a gnomish carrot
 
And his wife said to Yosef
Change your attitude
He said to her to be quiet
And he changed his wife
 

Christmas Song

When you find out that the circle will close soon.
And the day is dragged away as night falls down.
When Sagittarius leaves and December starts to end - 1
Leafs through the book of hearts from our Heavenly Father.
Time pours through the midnight gloom
Smooth like honey on a glass,
Discovering Heaven for us.
At your appointed hour 2
 
Time is your eternal escort,
Faith’s footsteps behind your back,
God’s breath will be with you
And with me.
 
When dreams are granted, and the moon is full, 3
For a single moment we are the Sons of an Extraterrestrial Country. 4
And there is only a moment to find out if it’s time to swim or time to wait.
Time to leave and burn bridges or time to sleep. 5
Like the sound of heavenly strings. 6
Like a sign that war has ended,
Like the light of a distant star,
Through weekdays and dreams.
 
The clock freezes at midnight. 7
Time adjusts itself. 8
After hard work there is a moment of rest.
Between two years. 9
 
See how the centuries fly past the foliage of last year. 10
See how time freezes a dragonfly in amber…
It is then that you’ll know if trouble has passed.
And no word for “never”, and all the fuss,
But for me and you, our place, right now, is here,
And the time spent reading about good news and actions doesn’t count. 11
Like the sound of heavenly strings,
Like a sign that war has ended,
Like the light of a distant star,
Through weekdays and dreams.
 
The clock freezes at midnight.
Time adjusts itself.
After hard work there is a moment of rest.
Between two years.
 
Time pours through the midnight gloom
Smooth like honey on a glass,
Discovering Heaven for us.
At your appointed hour.
 
Time is your eternal escort,
Faith’s footsteps behind your back,
God’s breath will be with you
And with me.
 

• 1. Sagittarius is the 9th constellation and falls between the 9th of November and the 21st of December. Important context for the song.
• 2. Contextually I’d say this is when you die. Without context whenever you scheduled that appointment with the Big Man
• 3. As usual, had to do a bit of dicing to get a logical interpretation. Saying “When the moon is at its full-moon phase” just sounds really wrong.
• 4. Really have no idea what this means, Aliens?
• 5. Wow, this line is just applicable to everyone.
• 6. Referring to an instrument, my best guess is a Harp since that is the most cliche instrument that comes to mind.
• 7. That really is a cross-cultural cliche, the clock just stops at midnight
• 8. It says “Scales” however, with it taking a physical form in the metaphor, it sounds best to say “adjusts itself”. However I’m subject to change.
• 9. Leap year?
• 10. Like seeing how time flies.
• 11. I’m guessing he is saying you need to do good instead of see or hear about good things happening.

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Spirit of the wintry wind

On the park road where dead leaves fall dancing
You passed me by
The north wind was disordering your long hair
You were walking at fast pace looking down
Without any voice saying 'How are you?'
You seemed to be lonely
Your eyes showing sorrow
Were crying with the cold wintry wind
 
Surely you can't bring that person back to your memories
You kept walking without having a place to go
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
 
Though I'm not affected by the cold
My body shivers a little
I was feeling that way
When I saw the red setting sun
 
My innocent figure is loaded on your back
Love sadness is something that ends dissapearing
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
If you talk to me, your heart will get lighter
Please turn your face to me anytime
 

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That People Sing on the Way Home

The winds blew until the last meter
I was given hard times,
However the road ends here,
Where my house begins
 
And when the road lay behind you
Your home will give you a smile.
Because of this people will often sing on the way home.
 
My engine rumbles and buzzes,
My gas is at zero,
But my car continues to fly and fly
Parallel to the ground
 
Between Heaven and this Earth,
I walk a straight line,
And I sing, I sing about
People on their way home. 1
 
If ever someday,
You decide your path is finished,
Don’t rush -
Afterall we haven’t sung with you.
Don’t finish it,
That is what people sing about on the way home.
 

• 1. This is just a weird line in English trying to translate and is even harder to interpret

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

I'll Be Back Here

Who
(Who) May know:
Maybe there, or maybe here 1
(For) Us
Will be waiting 2
As for us we have nowhere to wait
 
But calling,
For us to go,
Night shines into the shadow.
I’m here
I’ll be back
I would only choose to do so in the day.
 
Let it be,
(What) You do not want,
But the scene is set, like in the movies.
There
You haven’t finished
And here is unfinished wine. 3
 
But calling,
For us to go,
Night shines into the shadow.
I’m here
I’ll be back
I would only choose to do so in the day.
 
And how,
How will it be pitiful,
If all of a sudden I don’t have enough it
Space,
Where I have been. 4
And your eyes and your hands
 
But calling,
For us to go,
Night shines into the shadow.
I’m here
I’ll be back
I would only choose to do so in the day.
 

• 1. It is still the “Maybe here or there” cliche just, well, the “Maybe there or here” cliche.
• 2. That is very strange. Maybe this is just common Russian grammar but I’m not used to “us will be waiting”, would sound 1000 times better as “We...will be waiting”. If it was “We”, I’d leave (We) Will be waiting to symbolize the connection between the two lines, however I don’t think they’re connected. He could be saying “There or here is us” and that they (us) will be waiting here or there.
• 3. As-in wine that has not been drunk yet.
• 4. I translated it like so for many reasons. One is that this song is confusing, grammatically speaking everywhere. Second is because it just sounds right saying “Space” instead of thing or place. This song is weird.

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

I Want To Be Myself For Myself

Even if you have a boyfriend
Even if you're rich
Life gets really hard sometimes, no?
Is it OK to think that I'm the unhappiest person in the world?
 
I can't say why I feel this way, please understand
It's nobody's fault
I'm tied up like someone put a curse on me
Whether I'm asleep or awake
Feels like I'm always in a dream
 
I've set the bar way way high
And I'd never want to lower it
Scars are the clues
That reminds us of the times passed, so
Keep falling down on your face
 
In an empty city, on a stage nobody's watching
Will I be able to keep on dancing?
Dragging my worn out heels
Still I keep spinning
On an empty road, for a trophy nobody's gonna give me
Will I be able to keep running?
For myself, for myself
I want to be myself, for myself
 
Even if you're good looking
Even if you're smart
Is it OK to feel miserable?
What you have is a dream
Not some vague longing
You shouldn't talk about it just to make conversation
 
Look, don't be so quick to decide
That this is your highest peak
Don’ｔ plant a flag, Wave it with all you've got
With the wind on your side
 
An empty bench, an empty seat
Will I be able to chip away?
Believe in your calloused hand
And keep on, keep on
A future where you're all alone, a story unknown
Will I be able to keep writing it?
I will live, for no one but myself
As long as it's hard, as long as I'm scared
I guess I'll be OK
 
A friend found a small house
to accommodate a new addition to their life
This, is all that I want, they said
I wish them happiness for always
 
When everyone turns their back on me
When no one remembers me
I'n scared of that day that will come someday
But I, who is I and no one else, will remember who I am
oh so vividly
 
In an empty city, a melody no one knows
I promise I'll keep on singing
For myself, for myself
I want to be myself for myself
I want to be myself for myself
I want to be myself for myself
 
　
 

Shanghai Blues

A long time ago
When we didn’t care,
What to drink, how to live and how to be
And time went on hi-fi 1
We sang the Shanghai Blues
 
When the light, the light of victory
When prior years, said “Hello!”
Well, don’t hold your head down
And remember, remember the Shanghai blues.
Let’s assemble the old choir 2
And play our favorite in A-Major
Then, any year, doesn’t matter
You don’t believe, you play along with me
All of the same Shanghai blues
 
And then at the table
Somethin’ about the past, bout it and myself, 3
We sing, and we pour, and we pour again.
Don’t let it be tea,
(Let it be) Remembering the Shanghai blues! 4
 
Shanghai blues, Shanghai blues...
 

• 1. High-Fidelity. High-Quality, a time when music was published in higher quality.
• 2. I went with “assemble” because “collect” just doesn’t fit. Sounds, off. I see it like they’re getting a band back together. This isn’t a quest, you’re not “collecting” the items, you’re “assembling” a choir.
• 3. Given the bluesy feel, cutting the ‘g’ off was fitting in my opinion. Just my opinion, same goes for chopping the ‘a’ off of “about”. Got a problem, consult my Southern heritage.
• 4. I’d exclamate this line in the OP, and as an explanation. If you’re not familiar with (*insert text here*) this is where either omitted or assumed lines, words, etc. would go. This is where an important line you should go when the context points to it being there. This isn’t “Let me hurl this in to make the song fit my agenda”, this is for when you know for certain by context what should go there. I just wanted to put it out there, some people will have their definitions and I’ll be happy to discuss. But it is almost certain, given the previous lines, he is saying they’re singing and pouring in their memories of the Shanghai Blues. Also, this is confusing because it can be used to refer to another way of saying something. But usually, you'll see that in the title and only in the title.

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Horse-Racing

Once it starts there is no turning back,
And in a circle the racing horses almost fly,
Here again I missed them turn, 1
And below me is an even stronger horse that isn’t the same
And that is why when we were wild it wasn’t the same,
They never put things on people, just horses.
Why this hour, this hour is the hardest,
Our horses don’t always find us.
 
And it all could very well be wrong, 2
Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,
Then you don’t need anyone’s saddle.
It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,
Where all would be a champion,
If you could only choose your horses.
 
I’ve been lucky with my horses year-round,
But luck isn’t the easiest of crafts.
And when luck flees -
Will be someone different. 3
 
And it all could very well be wrong,
Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,
Then you don’t need anyone’s saddle.
It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,
Where all would be a champion,
If you could only choose your horses.
 
And it all could very well be wrong,
Unless your enemy isn’t yourself,
Then you don’t need anyone’s saddle.
It could very well be a dream - a mystical dream,
Where all would be a champion,
If you could only choose the horses.
 
If you could only choose the horses.
 

• 1. He’s making a left turn! If you get that congrats…
• 2. I think here he is stressing morally wrong. Like “yeah, forcing horses to race might be a little effed up.”
• 3. In the end it isn’t just the horses but the people who ride them. If your horse fails it is your fault.

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Leisure-Boogie

I quit my job ‘cus I’m too tired
I don’t drink wine at all, I go to the gym
At night I like to read when the workers are asleep
At night I am happy to solve crossword puzzles 1
And well, for leisure I like to dance the boogie
For my leisure, I’ll dance the boogie, dance the boogie!
 
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
 
I quit swearing I don’t smoke cigarettes
I bought a camera and with that, I traveled around the city
I lay at night dreaming of that one dream
So that all in life that remains is nailed down
And for leisure, I dance the boogie
For my leisure, I’ll dance the boogie, dance the boogie!
 
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-Woogie!
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
 
I’ve got no money and no longer a wife
My ideas walk on the grass in my head
I’ll open my door at night not expecting for anyone to be there
And no one will be angry if I sell coats
And for my leisure, I’ll dance the boogie without a coat
For my leisure, I’ll dance the boogie, dance the boogie!
 
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
Leisure-boogie!
Boogie-boogie-woogie!
 
I even quit fighting so the bristles stop growing
I’ve become clean, clean-clean, since I’ve stopped to process things
And no one bothers me because I have no friends 2
It is a pity I’m not allowed to live in a museum 3
There, for my leisure, I would do the boogie, dance the boogie!
I would dance for my leisure, stuffed, the boogie, dance the boogie!
 
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie!
Leisure-boogie
Boogie-woogie-woogie!
 

• 1. You’re showing your age Makarevich
• 2. Welcome to my boat!
• 3. I’m sure you’re on certain lists in the Kremlin and that building should be museum by now.

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Don't Be Surprised

No, I will not plant
A cherry tree next to the house
After all, by the time spring arrives
All the flowers would’ve been withered
And I’ll be opened up to the fragility of the world.
 
Year after year they set sail
Red maple leaves
Downstream
Whether there or in distant harbor,
Will it find refuge in a fall shelter.
 
Don’t be surprised
Remember, what comes night after night
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Peace be to your disturbances
Do you remember? This right here, is me...
 
From love’s yearning
I wanted to find acceptance,
But alas, it was in vain,
Even that, what we would call “dreams”,
Brings new pains
 
If you were to fly around,
Fly around for as long as I’m with you,
The wild plum flowers.
To put me on the road without worry
Don’t breathe concerns to your faith.
 
Don’t be surprised
Remember, what comes night after night
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Peace be to your disturbances
Do you remember? this right here, is me...
 
No, I will not plant
A cherry tree next to the house
After all, by the time spring arrives
All the flowers would’ve been withered
And I’ll be opened up to the fragility of the world.
 
Don’t be surprised
Remember, what comes night after night
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Was it apparent to you in your dreams
Peace be to your disturbances
Do you remember? this right here, is me...
 
To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.