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Humans

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Once you asked me,
Why I am with you?
I answered, that it's not possible
To find another you.
 
I pondered on that, and then,
I found a few words.
Now, tell amongst your sisters,
That those words are yours now.
 
Even when I am not myself,
You are still with me.
That is why you're mine,
That is why I am with you.
 
Even when I am shouting,
Even when you are crying,
Then only dogs can bark,
Among this despair.
 
Even when it hurts,
And no strength for patience,
You hug me,
And without wings, I fly.
 
And all our troubles don't matter,
When we are in it together,
You're mine, no matter what,
That is why I am with you,
That is why I am with you.
 
--- Chorus ---
We are only Humans,
When we are madly in love.
Only when we love,
We can call ourselves human.
We can call ourselves human.
 
Again I am telling you,
Call me, don't be lazy,
Even when things are bad,
When all is on fire, burning.
 
Even when nearly there,
You, and not someone else,
Never will run away,
You flowing through my veins.
 
Even when it hurts,
And no strength for patience,
You hug me,
And without wings, I fly.
 
And all our troubles don't matter,
When we are in it together,
You're mine, no matter what,
That is why I am with you,
That is why I am with you.
 
--- Chorus (x2) ---
 
Once you asked me,
Why I am with you?
I answered, that it's not possible
To find another you.
 
I pondered on that, and then,
I found a few words.
Now, tell amongst your sisters,
That those words are yours now.
 
--- Chorus ---
 

An angel

An angel, like me!.. An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!.. An angel!..
 
So you want me to be yours,
And to fly again.
Send me one more SMS,
It seems like a sweeter voice,
Than nightingale,
But this is far from your interest.
And then a photo where you look fragile,
Or you will ask for help of some kind.
I've been looking for you for so long
And these sharp angles are grinded …
Everybody is ordinary, but you have a style,
How easy it became to reach agreement.
At night we don't know what to do with ourselves.
Frankie and Johnny, grown up children.
I run and don't cling really,
All my devices are at zero,
And people are not ships, not nearly,
Montmartre, you , her and Dali!
 
An angel, like me!..
Where will you find someone like this?..
An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel!..
 
And if you really want me to leave,
To shut my mouth,
Send me one more SMS,
For me to be the best in pair
From both of us!
I didn't drink vine, didn't screw the stewardess,
That I didn't expect a knife in the back
From everywhere and not from you, nightmare!
Do you care, do you feel sorry for yourself, or don't?..
This pain will live in me, on and on,
It's set in heavy stone.
Viennese Schiele, Klimt and Lindt
Our damn ice, they won't break it.
I thought I finally found
My own golden grail!
Melted passions
Hotel rooms service,
It used to be like this,
Now you must say it all:
That it's not about me
And we're crossed the line.
Should I let go or dial,
Because we lost our paradise!
 
An angel, like me!..
Where will you find someone like this?..
An angel, like me!..
Where will you find someone like this?..
An angel, like me!..
An angel!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel, like me!..
An angel!..
 
P. R.
 

Exit

Lemonade with the taste of pears
Grandpa burning the branches from the garden
In an interesting way
My and my brothers' childhood crackling on the fire
The smell of wet hay
The loud shout 'Mom, I'm home'
All the adults, such kind people
It seemed it would be like that forever
What prize do I need?
Where should I look for the dowel and the carbide?
Bang bang - and all the enemies are killed
Summer, and school is closed
There's no bike cooler than 'Salut' brand
Van Basten, Gullit, Batistuta,
Guys, it's getting dark, my mom's gonna worry
Enough shooting, time to go home
 
You should know - I'll never get older just to spite you
The bobbin will turn to record my childhood cry
I'm afraid of the deep waters, but I'm swimming forward
It's he, who is lucky, not me
He sure looks 16,
Which means he can go with her to the movies
Wait,man, I've recognized you
Don't lie that you're used to living with adults
Let's go for a walk, who cares about the fight
What button should I push to pause all this,
To save it, what should I push?
Passport control, exit, baggage claim
 
It can't be, but I'm the same
We're standing at the same crosswalk
You're going to see your loved ones and I am too
I'll call you back later
We want to break free from the earth and fly
But we keep pushing the wrong pedals
Where are you, boy of steel?
Where are those who understood?
Planned roll calls
 
A weird plastic bag on the suburban train
I smoke quietly at night
I hide the matches in the building entrance
Afraid to lose what I have
Fight it as well as I can
I'm all grown up but I'm not getting any wiser
I'm gonna go shave
 
You should know - I'll never get older just to spite you
The bobbin will turn to record my childlike cry
I'm afraid of the deep waters, but I'm swimming forward
It's he, who is lucky, not me
He looks about 16,
Which means, he can go with her to the movies
Wait, man, I've recognized you
Don't lie that you're used to living with adults
Let's go for a walk, who cares about the fight
What button should I push to pause all this,
To save it, what should I push?
Passport control, exit, baggage claim
 
You should know - I'll never get older just to spite you
The bobbin will turn to record my childlike cry
I'm afraid of the deep waters, but I'm swimming forward
It's he, who is lucky, not me
He looks about 16,
Which means, he can go with her to the movies
Wait, man, I've recognized you
Don't lie that you're used to living with adults
Let's go for a walk, who cares about the fight
What button should I push to pause all this,
To save it, what should I push?
Passport control, exit, baggage claim
 
What button should I push to pause all this,
To save it, what should I push?
Passport control, exit, baggage claim
 

Beta - carotene

Forget the insults, we are together again
We are mixed together like funk and jazz
Why hold the grudge, to get rid of whom?
No matter how much I wanted, I could not forget you.
 
The silent treatment is necessary
We deserve it, we are worth of each other
Maybe with someone else, I'd better run away
Okay, stay in touch! Call me, lazybones!
 
Chorus:
My frank carotene beta
I called 01 (fire department), asked them where you were
On the internet, under somebody else's nickname
Which of these windows shall I shout out of?
 
All and now, buy the fucking thing.
I don't remember the lyrics, zilch, nothing.
Lena, oil, a kilo of fire.
What difference it makes if you are Sveta or Katya?
 
The silent treatment is necessary
You shove me behind glass bars
Private messaging someone else, I'd better run away
Okay, stay in touch! Call me, lazybones!
 
Chorus
 

To hear

Allow me to hear the frank quiet of silence
To look inside once again, to do something foolish
You complimented with choir the last niche of the solo
You let me go and the railway is dragging, is carrying me
Let me enjoy it til the end, to finish drinking the last keys
They make me grow-cut me open, I have to hear them
We gave away the touching, the looks,the photos via electricity
We scanned and emailed our souls
 
Chorus:
The tan will fade away
To buy in a compartment (of a railway car), to leave at five
The following day will become thirst
But I'm staying there, just like you
 
Trains pushed the bunkbeds different ways
We clutched our phones, waiting for the sim cards to start working
We left behind the prices in wet stones
To see you soon, or to hear you
We don't need your bodies, not at all
Just come closer and put your hands up
To be sad, to waste time, to weave restlessness
Sometimes it happens that memories give birth to sounds
(chorus x2)
 

Piddubnyi Mykola

It seams, like more sense, there is none, no, no,
It seams, the brakes are on, its not working,
Already how many songs I see: you're standing alone,
Some kind of creatures calling you, to join them calling.
There were times, there were di-di-disco junkies,
Cooked jeans, in the glass bottles Pepsi-cola,
But then, I've heard, there were punks,
That didn't like funk, nor rock-n-roll!
 
Chorus:
Ivan Mazepa street,
Two or three minutes till morning,
Its easy like on two fingers pissing, to kick the ass
Of those, who called their beloved a'mistress'!
Prague or New- York not far,
Behind the inn the field with stars,
Without any problem you will get in the egg and in the milk
City of Kiev! Piddubnyi Nickolas!(Mykola)
 
And you completely don't have a conscience, no- no, none of that,
New sandals and skirt suit you so much,
Boys- little boys you are driving mad,
They calling lightning on each other:
Creaking with fences the guests from your village,
Di- jay quickly disappears, shows the back of his feet,
Half of the region with their foreheads you've gathered in one heap
And To Peter Pidkova you've said'Keep shuffling! Keep shuffling!
 
Chorus:
 
Ivan Mazepa street,
Two or three minutes till morning,
Its easy like on two fingers pissing, to kick the ass
Of those, who called their beloved a'mistress'!
Prague or New- York not far,
Behind the inn the field with stars,
Without any problem you will get in the egg and in the milk
City of Kiev! Piddubnyi Nickolas!(Mykola)
 
All of us, then, the stork used to bring in,
The radio at six was switched on,
Overseas seamed to be so far away
And West quietly gi-gi-giggled.
Every one looked the same, like the carbon paper,
Politburo is now- dipol with xylitol-
Nothing to be proud off, but what a school!-
City of Kiev! Piddubnyi Nickolas!(Mykola)!
 
Chorus
 

What you could

Remember seven notes and write them down
Play them on the radio waves around
That you are receiving from MTV
In your dreams, in your sweet dreams
TV channel has shown you
So, you've for sure won it
Tomorrow will be another margin
And mass media will show us he couldn't
 
Hundreds of different ways and confessions
Thousands of certificates per year
And there are left no more professions
All superstars- all rebels
Casting has no need of science
Everyone is capable of everything, you want
Silver voices, golden hands
And size four eyes
Guitar players, stylists, models
They already running out of steelmakers
Working our star conveyor-
The songs are written, the cash is swaying
Everyone Michael Jackson, everyone-Madonna
At least every third is Elvis
Glasses, body guards, limousines-
VIPs only, only celebrities
 
Chorus
 
I'm a main problem for myself
What I'm capable of, what my ego can do
I've beaten the system- became the system myself
Nothing feels like this
Success- it's explosion mixture
Smaller glory wants bigger glory
So, who is now holding your hands
Something, that so sweetly touching your nerves
Singers, their muses and fairies
They already running out of steelmakers
Working our star conveyor-
The songs are written, the cash is swaying
This story is without beginning
This story is without an end
While 'Encore' young girls are screaming,
Till the phone stop ringing
 
Chorus (x 4)
 

Khottabych

I wish I had a genie, I wouldn't have gotten tangled in the wires
Straight from Crimea to the Dniepr would have stretched the
Kara-Dag, I wouldn't have been broke a week before payday
Queens and princesse in love with me, yeah
I'm rubbing bottles, jars, mugs and pots as well
I will hide the genie under the pillow, will take him out in the morning
We would have done stuff, we would have rocked
All business is cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 
All the guys have three-piece suits, bow-ties and pipes
All the ladies are wearing minis and thin blouses
Airplanes have landed, submaries have surfaced
Pink glasses are in again
Chevrolet got a large governmental order for Impalas
Thaw is seriously setting in in February
Trains are not going off track, ships are not sinking
All business is cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 
We would have jammed half a kilo of jazz, me and the genie
I would have ultimately gotten lucky with him
We would have done stuff, we would have rocked
All business was cancelled, because I have...
 
[Chorus]
On the eighth floor, a party in négligé
On the seventh floor, the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor, bears and Fabergé
On the top floor, the special forces are on the roof
 

Summer Rain

Versions: #2
Memory doesn't sting anymore, thoughts ceased striking my hands
I bid you farewell on your way to the different lands (different lands)
You - a migrating bird, happiness seeking in flight
Stopping in on your way just to say goodbye (say goodbye).
 
(Chorus)
Summer rain, summer rain, today it started early
Summer rain, summer rain, washing the wounded soul of mine
We'll share this sadness together by a blind window, the rain and I.
 
Summer rain, summer rain, light and simple, whispers to me
You'll be back, you'll be back, you'll be back but it'll be too late
The untimeliness - a perpetual drama, his and her state.
 
You'll soon vanish from my sleep completely and from then on
A new dream will light up our cold home
Seeking love from love is no way to be, with time this you will know
As for now you hear it and you have to go (have to go).
 
(Chorus)
Summer rain, summer rain, today it started early
Summer rain, summer rain, washing the wounded soul of mine
We'll share this sadness together by a blind window, the rain and I.
 
Summer rain, summer rain, light and simple, whispers to me
You'll be back, you'll be back, you'll be back but it'll be too late
Untimeliness - a perpetual drama, his and her state.
 

Past the Buoys

It was like a dream, only real:
We made do without 'Hey what's up?'
I didn't think I'd get this far past the buoys,
The bar scene and plenty of willing lined up.
 
We exchnaged our hellos, where to begin?
The clamor got sick and died away.
You said 'no one's', I said 'no one's'
We promised to smolder, if only 'till the last day.
Hello there. Who are you?
A goal into my net,
Shooting glances at me,
Do you know that?
 
(Chorus:)
So little of summer left for us,
Fake tan, sandals and sails*
The coin's in midair,
Heads or tails?
Yes or...
 
Leave, worry not, I'll make it through.
Will we meet again? The answer's 'No'.
I didn't think I'd get this far past the buoys,
At the end of this tunnel there's a glow.
Hello there. Who are you?
Boarding passes, banktones,
When's the flight at,
Do you know that?
 
(Chorus )
So little of summer left for us,
Fake tan, sandals and sails*
The coin's in midair,
Heads or tails?
Yes or...
 
So little of summer left for us,
Fake tan, sandals and sails*
The coin's in midair,
Heads or tails?
Yes or no? Yes or no?
Yes or...
 

Diagnosis

A crybaby was rubbing in the shoe polish. I was fitting in the slacks.
I suspect a tape recorder put an evil eye on me as a child,
Picked up, inspired, pushed the contagion.
As soon as I here music I start singing 'A-a-a' at once.
Groove brings me to ecstasy. It probably has some backing.
We were taken ill with Boombox. It's the last phase.
I expose my thoughts in a whisper while I'm chewing cakes.
Then we open quotation marks as well as your palms.
Language elements are streaming. Just pick them up.
Who are you? I'm asking seriously. Who are you?
I'd better dig seed beds or change tires.
Please tell me who has injected us with this plague.
You are so well-informed. You are so experienced.
Whatever I sing you, it would fail completely.
We are started all together as one engine.
The street is our stage and today you are our monitors.
 
Chorus: (x2)
We are sick with the same disease.
Fortunately no panacea for it hasn't been discovered yet.
This vulnerable mania has fallen on my head like a rainfall.
The diagnosis is melomania. We all have melomania.
 
Everything as usual, we trade impressions for emeralds.
We'll be with you by any possible means1 really.
When business is over winter will melt away
And all the i's will be dotted.
Kyiv hosting three years in a row.
Enough is not too soon and, to be honest, I'm still high.
Blunders became protracted, products became gross.
Someone likes us and someone is sick of us long ago.
And don't ask whom you've sold or bought.
I have been almost sold too.
Something being 'vow' yesterday is 'so-so' today.
Everyone is slowly building up his own way.
 
Chorus (x2)
 
Give us your money melo-melo-money,
Give it up your money, melo-melo-money
All of your money, melo-melo-money
Givi-gip nep-nep never-never give up
Give up give up give up give up your money
melo-melo melo-melo melo-melo-money
Give it up, give it up, say say say...
Say 'never give up'.
 
We are sick with the same disease.
Seems like you also become infected with it.
This vulnerable mania has fallen on my head like a rainfall.
The diagnosis is melomania. We all have melomania.
 
Chorus
 

• 1. In Ukrainian it's literally 'by truths and lies'