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Beyond Dreams

Hold me tightly now, I'm afraid of this strange world
that never gives us a break - it always grabs our hands.
And keep holding me again as if we were inside a plane.
C'mon, let's look outside the roof, the sky is calmer.
 
Hold me tightly now, this night doesn't want to be over.
Where have we gone or been pushed to understand?
Sometimes I ask myself if dreaming is still an illusion,
and then in your reflection reality becomes an emotion.
 
Tonight doesn't come,
if you weren't by my side,
I wouldn't know what to say.
 
Tell me if there is a place beyond dreams where I can go
with you, where breathing is done with our hands.
 
Hold me, love.
Hold me tightly now
'cause we live in a strange world
that never gives us a break and,
and don't think about sex.
Don't think about what's happened
and don't be afraid if it doesn't work, doesn't work, doesn't work.
 
In this life, we're always at a crossroads.
Only next to you,
I keep my balance.
 
Tell me if there is a place beyond dreams where I can go
with you, where breathing is done with our hands.
 
Tell me if there is a child that will let himself be rocked
next to you under this sky to look at.
 
Tell me if there is.
 

There's Only You

I swear that I'll change and become patient.
I always live every day and it doesn't matter.
I light up cigarettes and eat chocolate.
I look for your picture, but where's it?
 
I s-s-still believe too much in people.
I might be weird but I'm not an imbecile.
And working, working, I don't want to.
For those who have no time like me
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours... next to you!
Next to you.
 
Tell me, tell me, tell me how is life going,
if you've found everything you were looking for.
Bingo, bango, bongo*, oh to feel at ease in the world
without ever thinking of having to change.
 
I believe in the fable of Adam and Eve.
I only hope you'll be sincere.
Until now I didn't believe in love
but suddenly you're here.
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours.
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours... next to you!
Next to you.
Next to you!
Next to you.
 
There's only you!
There's only you!
 

A Day of Sun

It will be a bit strange if we start over again.
And I might be red-skinned, but I'm not a native.
You'll be gone, you'll be with a friend.
Is it that I have never understood you?
 
And I find you again sitting at the bar
with a huge guy, it hurts me so much.
With your bra quite indiscreetly
and the chewing gum sticking on your tooth.
 
Is it the smell on the skin?
Is it my dream with no stars?
Is it a fish tank with no fish?
But amidst all my stuff, I choose you.
 
From the kitchen to the bedroom,
a winter jacket in August - I need affection
and it's en-en-en-enough with another kiss
for a trip or for an adventure.
 
It will be a somewhat special gift.
It will be a somewhat animal instinct.
It will be the life on the Moon,
and it will be my fortune to have you,
you leaving me and then grabbing me.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
And like a cat sitting on the roof,
I wonder where you are, I roll over the bed.
Are you gone? A hell of a life!
Is it something that's not working?
 
It will be the smell on the skin.
It will be my dream with no stars.
It will be the life on the Moon,
and it will be my fortune to have you,
you leaving me and then surrendering.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
Hey, let's stay like this.
Let's talk for a while
about your whims,
about your kisses and the fiascos
in the colours of one summer!
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart!
I give you one day of sun!
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart!
I give you one day of sun!
 

American Coffee

If you feel disappointed.
If you think it's an excuse,
we'll talk it over again tomorrow if you want,
but tomorrow is never worth it.
 
If you find yourself a bit defeated,
or perhaps you're confused,
it's you who's said, 'You can leave if you want,
but what will you do tomorrow?'
 
It's a night that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
It's so weird to talk about you during this night of pure madness.
 
If you feel disappointed.
If you later come up with an excuse.
It's almost dawn - it's late already,
or maybe too soon, but you don't know it.
 
It's a story that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
It's still weird to talk about you during this melancholic night.
 
What is it that makes me say your name
even when I shouldn't? I don't remember now
if I eat or drink American coffee without you here.
 
What is it that makes me laugh now?
If I lose something, a picture remains,
that last postal - American coffee but without you.
 
You know, I feel a bit tense.
I know, I'm a jealous guy.
You're so beautiful I can't even talk.
One caress and then you leave.
 
It's a love that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
But we're still talking about you at this hotel in the outskirts.
 
What is it that makes me say your name
even when I shouldn't? I don't remember now
if I eat or drink American coffee without you here.
 
What is it that makes me laugh now?
If I lose something, a picture remains,
that last postal - American coffee but without you.
 
If you feel disappointed... ah.
If you feel disappointed... ah.
 

And Then I Didn't See You

There's no choice here.
You've decided for me.
In a moment, scared.
An excuse and you're gone,
but how are you?
 
And the summer isn't here now,
let alone you.
'A blonde?', 'Enchanté!'
It's three years and here it seems like yesterday
without you.
 
(Around the city...) Then I didn't see you.
(But people don't know...) That I really miss you sometimes.
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
My habit of you,
sometimes nothing, something it's there
like a sea without veils,
like a sky without creases,
but oh, what a want.
 
Today, the world goes like this.
Everything no, then everything yes.
We talked about it during that dinner,
two glasses and one problem: us.
'Where are we going?'
 
(Around the city...) Then I didn't see you.
(But people don't know...) That I really miss you sometimes.
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
Now like the sun up there in the middle of the sea.
This life is beautiful - there's everything to do again.
Now that you're the sun, alone in the middle of the sea,
life will change with everything to enjoy.
 
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
Now like the sun, alone in the middle of the sun.
 

Summer Day

Sleepy neighbourhood in the summer
Wires run over the roof
We are alone
The birds are flying nowhere
 
Let me tell you that the sun has risen
Tell that the wind has sung to me,
That the leaves have rustled softly
When we came to the window with you
 
The day flies forward
Past someone's houses
I know someone is waiting for me
There are ghosts of dreams in the windows
 
Happy rain rushed over the houses
And filled my soul with joy
And I run like the wind on a date
Catching the moment of happy youth
 
The soft light of the street lights,
The shadows around are cold
And we are going quickly
Away from the full moon
 
The transparent moonlight brightens the night
And the stars will remind us in silence
Of how lovely it was to watch
The rain in the window together this summer
 

I'm leaving this town

I'm leaving this town,
Nobody will see me for a long time,
Nobody.
My address will not be known by my friends and family,
Nor by you, not even you,
My former love,
My former love.
 
Ref ×2:
Is there or is there not
Someone right for me, I wonder,
And even stronger than destiny,
Who will know
How to guide me through life?
 
I'm leaving this town,
Who knows where I'll go.
Don't ask, ask.
I'm going there where
No one will remind me of the two of us,
My former love,
My former love.
 
Ref. ×2
 

Gonna go to Leningrad

- Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
There those two were softly saying,
Braking up and were assailing.
- You're like that! - You're like that!
- You're bad! - You're bad!
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
It all happened at the station,
At the midst of summertime.
Made all decisions, affirmations
And the tickets bought meantime.
Up to waist in smoke is covered
Engine, set to go about,
Express train of light blue colour
Almost ready to pull out.
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
But when in a peaky cap a fellow
Held his little flag upright,
Engine blew out steam in billows,
Semaphore been set alight,
When exactly at twelve-twenty
One bell rang, another rang -
It is now time for departing,
It is now time for departing:
- My endearing! - My beloved!
- I’m like that! - I’m like that!
- I'm bad! - I'm bad!
- I won’t go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

Each December without accommodating
We praise a troll who has a great expression
And a memory of this friendship
The grace of this soul is Flemmingrad
 
Without ever forgetting, or without the past erasing,
The nostrils were used to feed.
 
It's one of us....
 

Song of the destroyers on Leningrad front

We were created by Stalin,
Menacing destroyers, —
The country sends us to avenge our Motherlland.
He will not save himself inside armour,
The enemy will pay back thrice
His bill to my Motherland.
 
Chorus:
The destroyer wages battle —
The hordes of wolves are howling.
I have opened a deadly account
For the fascist rascals.
Beat! Beat!
Beat the fascists in the dug-outs,
Bury them in debris,
Beat them! Beat them!
With fierce revenge in the spirit,
Following Stalin's orders.
 
Stalin led the innumerable force
Out to victorious battle,
The enemy will not find any way back.
I'll well-aimedly send a bullet,
Avenge for my father
And for the tears and blood of children.
 
Chorus.
 
Burning with wrath towards the German,
Nikolaev beats the enemies,
Goličenkov moves them down by the hundreds.
The country will not forget
The names of the brave,
It'll retain them with love forever.
 
Chorus.
 
Growing is our army of the brave,
Like Smoljačkov the hero,
Like Pahomov, Rusinov.
We'll beat them until the end,
To exterminate the enemies,
To fullfill Stalin's order with honour.
 
Chorus.
 

A Girl Is Digging Up the Vineyard (Cheerful Mix)

A girl is digging up the vineyard, vineyard,
There comes a young fella, a young fella..
Good morning little girl, have you digged up the vineyard? (x2)
 
I'm digging up for one hour today, for one hour.
And tomorrow I'll do it for the whole day, the whole day.
A mother is yelling from the cottage, that's not your bussiness, you little rowdy? (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Anica, Anica?
I'm coming from Ravanica, Ravanica?
Take me accross the road, I don't know where's Ruma from here. (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Nicholas, Nicholas?
I'm coming from Krushedol, Krushedol.
I've kissed the most beautiful raven Krushedolian girls (x2)
 
Where do you come from, Anchica, the blondie?
Well, I'm a sis from Osek, a merchant's daughter.
(x2)
 
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Congrats to you, Anchica, the blondie,
I prefer kissing you, than the other six (girls).
(x2)
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Anchica, the blondie, when I look at you,
I prefer kissing you than the other seven(girls).
(x2)
Now everyone knows what's a tambourine,
and what a raven girl likes.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelica, oh, my soul and my heart,
my soul and my heart, Jela, Jelica.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Ooohhhh...
Jela, Jela, Jela, Jela, Jelena have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Ohhhh!
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you.
 
Ooooohhh!
A glass to me, a glass to you (presumably of an alchoholic beverage)
more to me, than to you,
then we'll love eachother
me and you, girl.
(x2)
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 
Oooooohhh!
Hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oooooohhh!
Well, hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 

Muse

Your verse I'm reading: there's no rhyme
Its rhythm's uneven, fractured and bizarre...
Yes, but the spirit!
It's sparkling, beautiful, poetic!
It's life itself: from verbs' and to conjunctions' use!
 
One shall be yearning to create at once,
The rhyme and rhythm will come rushing from afar,
My poetry
Will pray to see the light, with passion, energetic...
You are a poet! But then on top of that, you are a MUSE!
 

Sotheby's

Red I've painted red again,
Black ink's used to color black,
My white linen's soaked in white wash
Added blue dye to the blue.
 
Antiseptic green- for green stuff,
Yellow painted yellow still
Oh, it seems so very easy:
One just came and painted life.
 
But the sacrifice is huge! The artist,
Giving paintings his life's breath,
Can't escape that he, with blood-red,
Must wet brushes with his soul.
 
Painting life continues staining
Artists' souls like dressing gowns...
While at Sotheby's, those price tags
Keep on rising every time...
 

My city

More often I am going trough your gates
Then I take a walk to the old town
Then the pictures start coming, and I don't know even know how many
My city
 
I am missing you more with every year that goes by
Bond togheter, we share the same destiny
Wounded many times but we never
Fell on our knees
 
Ref.
My city, my old friend
There I am always smiling and myself
There I gave my heart to her
 
My city, my old friend
I almost know every rock of yours
There I have my roots
 
I oftens go down to your shore
And I am looking for my old friends
The river, and your reflections in it
My city
 
And some new kids are running in the street
With the same enthusiasm, the same destiny
One day like you and I
Brothers they will become
 
Ref. X2
 

Georgian song

Versions: #2
I will plant a grapeseed in the warm and fertile georgian soil,
I will kiss the grapevine and I'll gather the amber-ripe grapes,
And I'll call all my friends and I'll tune to love my heart and soul,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
Come on gather my guests and partake of the meal in our session,
Come on speak to my face who i am , what you think is my worth...
King of heaven will pardon my faults and forgive my transgressions
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 
In the dark red attire you'll be singing to me , oh, my darling,
In the black-white attire I will kneel with her hand on my face,
And I'll listen to her till I die of the sad love she's sharing,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
And if sunset should fume all around me and sweep at the corners,
Let me see many times as a glimpse of a dream floating forth
The white ox, the blue eagle, and the golden forelle in their honour,
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 

Real St.P bullshit

Конобар!
Овде сам у пролазу
Из Москве и право у Ницу.
Изненада сам одлучила да свратим
Код вас у културну престоницу.
Само што сам дошла с пута
И мало сам уморна.
Хтела бих чашу шампањца,
А да немате можда „Кристала“?
 
Тето, што се
Снебивате?
Ако бисте нешто да попијете,
Онда узмите литар вотке.
Ово је Питер, тето
И шта, узећете?
 
Па добро, дајте вотку,
Само чашицу, не више.
Пила сам је једном,
Дегустирала у Пољској.
И рећи ћу вам без устручавања,
Вотка – није то за мене.
За мој укус је малчице јака,
Као шампањац „Moet“.
 
Тето, што се
Снебивате?
Ако бисте нешто да попијете,
Онда узмите литар вотке.
Ово је Питер, тето
И шта, узећете?
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
 
Шта се стидиш, личе. Улази!
Извините!
Опростите!
Опростите!
Аха! Ало, Аљона, ја сам...
Ма ти си пијана!
Данас обележавам дан чаше од брушеног стакла,
У бучној сали ресторана,
Престани, каква лука?
Овде где год да пљунеш, јеботе,
Тачно има да погодиш уметника.
Пљусни 300, два по двеста
После три по 100 у шотовима
Који курац сви стоје у месту?
Као кад је у Москви застој (у саобраћају).
Види, каква цица а?
Прави аналитичар барова.
Конобару остављам бакшиш не за чај, већ за литар.
Где летите? У Ницу?
Из престонице? Види ти ње...
Онда ми дозволите да вам слетим на сто
Са преседањем!
А,А,А,А,А,А,А,А!
Не дери се, јеботе!
Подржавам!
Одреповао си до јаја,
Само не би било лоше да
Си убацио цитат
Кољке Гумиљова (1).
Ово је Питер, личе!
Овде без акмеиста (2) не бисмо могли ни да једно поред другог
Серемо у чистом пољу,
А камоли да нешто попијемо,
Ово је типични Питер
Обале у граниту
Тако да, не сери-
-ТЕ...
Како је дојаја кад се
Од раног јутра налијеш вотке.
Јеботе, то је као да се налазиш
Под јебеним магичним чинима!
Ствар је у теби, јебем ти све,
Филозофија јебеног Канта!
Чуј, личе!
Личе с капом!
Дај зови конобара!
 
Тето, што се
Снебивате?
Ако бисте нешто да попијете,
Онда узмите литар вотке.
Ово је Питер, тето
И шта, узећете?
Тето, што се
Снебивате?
Ако бисте нешто да попијете,
Онда узмите литар вотке.
Ово је Питер, тето
И шта, узећете?
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
Типични Питер
Ово је типични Питер
 

Није Париз

[Строфа 1]
Гаљо, ја бих се посветила свакодневици,
Док пожртвовано машем крилима.
У бедном и заборављеном полуграду
Тешко да ћеш наћи џентлмена.
 
[Предрефрен]
О, Господе, опрости, али у нашој области
Ја у личност не могу израсти
 
[Рефрен]
Право збориш, Мариша,
Наша запиздина није Париз.
Лепршала ти крилима или не,
Мало сутра ћеш из запиздине да испариш.
Али рећи ћу на женски начин, па нисмо ми омладина.
Бољег него у Ижевску мужа нећеш наћи.
Ма шта год ти рекла, наши мушкарци су
Јебено бољи него они у Паризу, јебено бољи него у Паризу.
 
[Строфа 2]
Гаљо, фали нам адреналина
Код нас принц нити лети, нити се довози
Сипај ми пола, Гаљина
Ми смо даме, Гаљо, ми смо, Гаљо, даме
 
[Предрефрен]
О, Господе, опрости, али у нашој области
Ја у личност не могу израсти
 
[Рефрен]
Право збориш, Мариша,
Наша запиздина није Париз.
Лепршала ти крилима или не,
Мало сутра ћеш из запиздине да испариш.
Али рећи ћу на женски начин, па нисмо ми омладина.
Бољег него у Ижевску мужа нећеш наћи.
Ма шта год ти рекла, наши мушкарци су
Јебено бољи него они у Паризу, јебено бољи него у Паризу.
 
[Прелаз]
Па 'ајмо, у руском стилу
Девојке, шта се се који курац растужиле?
Имамо мушкарца и чашицу вотке,
Јер ми смо девојке – патриотке
 
Па 'ајмо, у руском стилу
Девојке, шта се се који курац растужиле?
Имамо мушкарца и чашицу вотке,
Јер ми смо девојке – патриотке
 
[Строфа 3]
Присећам се прошлог лета
Сећаш се, ишле смо по вотку код Жанке
Е да смо се провозале у кабриолету
Гаљо, ми смо у души Парижанке
 
[Предрефрен]
О, Господе, опрости, али у нашој области
Ја у личност не могу израсти
 
[Рефрен]
Право збориш, Мариша,
Наша запиздина није Париз.
Лепршала ти крилима или не,
Мало сутра ћеш из запиздине да испариш.
Али рећи ћу на женски начин, па нисмо ми омладина.
Бољег него у Ижевску мужа нећеш наћи.
Ма шта год ти рекла, наши мушкарци су
Јебено бољи него они у Паризу, јебено бољи него у Паризу
Јебено бољи него они у Паризу, јебено бољи него у Паризу.
 

Руке из џепова

- Руке из џепова,
Где су ти документа?
Рекао ми је на Московској*
Један пајкан који је био у пролазу,
А ја сам са хармоником:
- Па ево га, ЈА!
- А шта је то?
- Па то је моја музика!
 
Бла-Бла-Бла (прича о Москви)
 
- Руке из џепова,
Где су ти документа?
Рекао ми је на Лењинградској*
Један пајкан који је био у пролазу,
А ја сам са хармоником:
- Па ево га, ЈА!
- А шта је то?
- Па то је моја музика!
 
То је моја музика!!!
 
Ето тако!!!
 
То је моја музика!!!
 

Плаћам/Плачем*

Јуче сам била у Паризу,
Изгледа да је била распродаја.
Боље сам погледала цене,
Оне су постале још више.
 
Ја плаћам и плачем! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Другачије не могу! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Плачем и плаћам!
 
Плачем и плаћам!
 
340 хиљада је торба,
И 400 капут.
Продавачица ме хладно гледа,
И нико се неће сажалити.
 
Ја плаћам и плачем! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Другачије не могу! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Плачем и плаћам!
 
Плачем и плаћам!
 
Ако хоћеш да живиш мораш да знаш да врдаш,
Таква ти је женска судбина.
Сломили су ми срце,
И оштетили биопоље!
 
Ја плаћам и плачем! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Другачије не могу! Ја плаћам и плачем!
Ја плаћам и плачем! Плачем и плаћам!
Плачем и плаћам!
 
Плачем и плаћам!
Плачем и плаћам!
 

Риба

Ловио сам много различитих риба,
Знам одлична места.
 
Тамо где је море девојачких осмеха,
Није тешко ухватити нешто.
 
Али само си ти риба мојих снова!
Само си ти риба мојих снова!
 
Али само си ти риба мојих снова!
Само си ти риба мојих снова!
 
Када (риба) гризе, онда педесетак
За ноћ могу да наловим.
 
Од Лењинграда до Капотње се
Крећу јата свакаквих Тања и Каћа.
 
Али само си ти риба мојих снова!
Само си ти риба мојих снова!
 
Али само си ти риба мојих снова!
Само си ти риба мојих снова!
 
Ловио сам много, ловио сам често,
Такође сам ловио пиране.
 
И једном сам ухватио правог крокодила
С огромним чељустима.
 
Али само си ти риба мојих снова!
Само си ти риба мојих снова!
 

Сисе

Строфа 1:
Цео свет ће се одмах променити, у њему ће бити више лепоте,
И заблистаће осмеси попут штрасева (1), спојиће се мостови,
Спојиће се наше обале, ти ћеш ми постати драг и близак,
Отопиће се лед, нестаће снегови, када себи ја урадим сисе.
 
Рефрен:
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе,
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе,
Сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе,
Сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе.
 
Строфа 2:
И запеваће птице у зиму, решиће се стамбени проблеми,
И тужан ће почети да се весели,
Брилијанти, злато и крзна ће зачас појефтинити,
И вотка ће се претворити у виски,
И биће светлости и биће среће, када себи ја урадим сисе.
 
Рефрен:
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе,
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе,
Сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе,
Сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе, сисе.
 
Строфа 3:
Комшије ће престати да буше, лица ће постати љубазна,
У пивницама ће се готово бесплатно точити свежи Стаут,
А и санкције ће укинути, као и све оне листе Магњитског (2),
Биће топло, нестаће студен, када себи ја урадим сисе.
 
Рефрен:
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе,
Када себи, када себи, када себи ја урадим сисе.
 

WWW Лењинград

Кад сам се преселио – не сећам се,
Вероватно сам био пијан.
Моја адреса нису ни број ни улица,
Моја адреса је данас следећа
 
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
 
Када ме заустави пајкан
И каже да немам никакво место боравка,
Тада му мирно одговорим
Моја адреса је данас следећа
 
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
 
Када се напијам, тада
Пијан заустављам кола.
Хајде, мајсторе, вози ме кући,
А пут ћу ти сад показати
 
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
 
Кад сам се преселио – не сећам се,
Вероватно сам био пијан.
Моја адреса нису ни број ни улица,
Моја адреса је данас следећа.
 
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
WWW Лењинград
Spb тачка ру
 

Тату-мајстор

Прва строфа:
Живели смо у мом стану.
Он није доприносио заједничкој каси.
Укратко, није имао појма
И увек је био нерасположен.
 
Рефрен:
Истетовирај ми обрве, истетовирај.
Тату-мајсторе, истетовирај ми обрве.
У сећање на велику љубав,
Да би ми поглед био суровији.
 
Истетовирај ми!!!
 
Друга строфа:
Брбљао је о узвишеном
И стално се врзмао по кухињи.
Мешао је вотку с соком
И волео Реал Мадрид.
 
Рефрен:
Истетовирај ми обрве, истетовирај.
Тату-мајсторе, истетовирај ми обрве.
У сећање на велику љубав,
Да би ми поглед био суровији.
 
Истетовирај ми!!!
 
Трећа строфа:
Свира бас,
Свира соло,
После ћемо отпевати како је истетовирала обрве.
Дај нам мало борбе, доврши
Своју причу,
Прелепа Лолита.
 
Четврта строфа:
А онда је похитао на слободу.
Изгледа да је искочио.
Оставио ми је ћерку Ољу
И кључеве под отирачем.
 
Рефрен: х2
Истетовирај ми обрве, истетовирај.
Тату-мајсторе, истетовирај ми обрве.
У сећање на велику љубав,
Да би ми поглед био суровији.
 
Истетовирај ми!!!
Истетовирај!!!
 

You Got a Light?

[Roger:]
What else?1
 
[Mimi:]
Got a light?
 
[Roger:]
Who are you?
You're - you're shivering
 
[Mimi:]
I'm fine, the power is cut off
Somehow, nothing's working right today
You got a light?
Why're you staring at me like that?
 
[Roger:]
Hardly!2
Your hair in the moonlight,
You look familiar
Will you make it?
 
[Mimi:]
Have nothing in my stomach, gotta eat
It's good that the room is standing still now
Ah, whatever... What?
 
[Roger:]
Nothing!
Your gaze reminds me of
 
[Mimi:]
I always remind people of...
Who is she?
 
[Roger:]
She died. And her name was April.
 
[Mimi:]
I'm such a klutz!
Your heart's broken
You got a light?
 
[Roger:]
Ah...
 
[Mimi:]
Yeah... Ow!
 
[Roger:]
Oh, the wax. It's-
 
[Mimi:]
...dripping. I like it - between the...
 
[Roger:]
...fingers! How about if... ah, nothing!
Good night!
Did it go out again?
 
[Mimi:]
No, I lost my stuff
 
[Roger:]
Now I know where I saw you earlier
I was there a lot!
Your light is out
 
[Mimi:]
I'm feeling sick - I had it when I came through your door
It's pure - is it here with you?
 
[Roger:]
With me?
 
[Mimi:]
They say my ass is the best in the entire East Village
Is that true?
 
[Roger:]
What?
 
[Mimi:]
You're staring at me
 
[Roger:]
Oh no, I mean-
You have got a - really quite pretty...
Something's familiar
 
[Mimi:]
Like the deceased?
 
[Roger:]
When you smile, yeah
But we've met somewhere else
 
[Mimi:]
Do you ever go to the Cat Scratch Club?
That's my job - I dance
Help me look!
 
[Roger:]
Yes! You perform while tied up
 
[Mimi:]
You gotta make a living
 
[Roger:]
I totally didn't recognize you
Without the handcuffs
 
[Mimi:]
I'm absolutely freezing,
Come, give me another light
 
[Roger:]
Forget the stupid stuff
You look like you're 16
 
[Mimi:]
I'm 19! I feel older
I was born to be wild
 
[Roger:]
Me too, not so long ago
I shivered like you
 
[Mimi:]
I'm cold, you know that though!
 
[Roger:]
And this sweat?
 
[Mimi:]
I've got a cold
 
[Roger:]
Aha!
I was a junkie myself
 
[Mimi:]
Well, once in a while,
I like to feel good3
 
[Roger:]
Here's - ummmm...
 
[Mimi:]
What was that?
 
[Roger:]
Candy wrapper.
 
[Mimi:]
We're like fire
Hey, let me have the fire!
 
[Roger:]
My last match
 
[Mimi:]
We can still see
Thank God there's a moon
 
[Roger:]
Maybe it's not just the moon
I think Spike Lee's filming in front of our house
 
[Mimi:]
Such bullshit! Such bullshit
 
[Roger:]
Cold hands
 
[Mimi:]
Yours too
Big, like my father's...
Do you wanna dance?
 
[Roger:]
With you?
 
[Mimi:]
No - with my father!
 
[Roger:]
I'm Roger
 
[Mimi:]
They call me,
They call me, Mimi~
 

• 1. Roger thought Mark was at the door, so presumably means 'What else?' as if Mark came back to say more to him. In the English, he asks 'What'd you forget?'
• 2. In this phrase, Roger means, 'I'm hardly trying to stare at you!' or 'I'm not staring!'
• 3. Uncertain of the meaning of this

Ghosts of the city

My acts are not the words, the faith is leading me
This might be the end you wanted
And I'm ready to stand behind my verse
I love you like no other girl because you're special and quiet
You were giving them your smile and your tears
But you gave me your heart that was carried over your lips
I don't wanna lie to you, but I'm really screwed
I turn my head to other side cuz I don't wanna look at you
It'll take some time to get used to be without her
Because I found better myself with you and next to you
A big heart is looking for you for nights
Love is not made of the words that we call lies
You're the only one, but I'm not your hero anymore
You're beautiful, you trapped my mind and body
Love is narcissus and people are scared of it
But tell me, was it worth it after everything
 
Chorus (x2)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 
That one person that can calm me down
And I'm heading back to the winter days when we were walking
I'm not perfect, but I don't want to blame you
You always wanted me to dedicate and write a song for you
Now there's no you, there's no us, I'm waiting for the dawn
And I release my voice, I let all the demons get out of me
Looking at these that approach you, but you don't want them
Because our relationship was like a needle in the brain
I never cry because I'm not a cunt from those stories
That new dude you're with is your kitsch
The time changes, but you're different now
And after everything I'll find you on the margin list
 
Chorus (x4)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 

The song of a tradition

- This tradition starts with a song, an awesome song!
- (Olaf:) I love you. Start singing!
 
- Someone knocks the door again
Open the door to see who knocks the door
We have guests once more
We have a lot of happiness
- (Olaf:) Sing it better!
- Tick & Tick & Tick (clock's ticktock sound), the clock of the house
Says that it's time for guests(' comings)
- (Elsa:) Who says?!
- The guests of the new year
- (Anna:) Ah! That's a troll!
- The pleasure of your home
 
Then you'll lick it & make a wish!
 
Hello! Hope you enjoy the Persian lyrics♪

The City

Is the hand of the alien enough
To paint the lie
To everyone
What am I to you
You drowned in the water
Is the word enough
My master is
To everyone
What am I to you
You burnt and disappeared in the fire
 
Ref.
Don’t leave me now,
Because it is not a worthy city,
Don’t you dare say “no” to me,
Because I am not young anymore
 

I'd Like So Much

I'd like so much to watch smile,
With eyes filled with joy, all children.
I'd like so much for people
To be better, without becoming saints.
 
I'd like so much to break the bars
In the windows of all prisons.
I'd like so much for anguished cries
To become, little by little, songs.
 
I'd like to rule (the world) for a moment
So I could bring justice where there is none.
I'd like it if, when I ruled the world,
It were impossible for me to make mistakes!
 
I'd like it so much if those who are responsible
For all the misery that mires this world,
Would live in even greater abject misery
Than those who now endure it, just for a second.
 
I'd like so much for those things to happen
That I know, can never happen at all...
 

Next Year in Prizren

Where would I go if I didn’t know where we came from?
Where fields of peonies cover our graves.
Silent witnesses of centuries of great deeds.
Heroes who chose to perish on their feet.
Did they feed their bones to the fertile land
So that we today remain silent, while they take it from us by force?
It matters not if I am from Metohija or Dorcol.
How can my soul not hurt from the injustice?
In this battle airplanes are useless.
What matters are schoolbooks that tell us:
Who built the temple, who defiled the altar.
What deeds brought eternal honour, and what deeds brought shame.
Neither bombs, nor elections could erase Lazar.
And as long as the new generations preserve his memory
That which is sacred will never be lost.
Grow with hope, red flower, that someone will pluck you once more.
My compass is your root, the heart in my chest.
Without it, I am cursed, without Grace, living for money
And like a paper boat, sailing on a sea of lies
I only keep sinking…
 
You keep asking what Kosovo means to me.
You still don’t understand? I’ll explain again:
Kosovo is the seed I grew out of.
The spring and the trough from which my people started flowing.
Ill wishers tell us Kosovo is lost.
Disloyal and weak say Kosovo is done for,
Destroyed and burnt down by the cursed enemy.
It puzzles you that a kid from the city thinks about such things?
Since these days everyone just watches their own ass.
We live without faith, without hope, and without the will,
Building towers without foundation.
For a people without roots is a dried up river.
Without our mother, we are infants without milk.
But here, at the ancient place, where Milos gave his life,
Led by the justice of Lazar, the people will be resurrected.
For within us the prophecy lives on –
The Kosovo Oath will live forever.
So let us teach our children to know the full truth
And let our greeting be ‘Next year in Prizren!’.
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
 
Oh Kosovo, Kosovo, my beloved land
You are the eagle in my sky, but your wings are broken.
My bitter tear, the emptiness in my chest.
The heart of my fatherland, the essence of my being…
Peonies have grown in the field, they sprang from the blood of fearless heroes
At the place where my land reaches up to the sky.
Our sovereign taught us what one should sacrifice for.
Lazar has bound us to Kosovo through myth and curse.
The Devil didn’t stop then, he kept sending evils –
Filthy enemies and scum – at what little was left of us.
Back then it was the Turks, now it’s hungry wolves.
Yesterday they impaled us on a stake, today they torture is in the ‘yellow house’.
And they won’t even let me see my frescoes,
For they will awaken memories of my proud ancestors.
They won’t let me hear the song of the monks from Decani,
So that the strength of the hero Milos doesn’t awaken in my heart.
I’ve seen that trickery countless times, and I know it well.
When they break our crosses and defile our Saint Vitus’ Day.
But it’s not the first time that we find ourselves fleeing and trekking,
And the peasant will always return to his field some day.
For we have died everywhere, and always for the sake of freedom
So that a hero’s child could call himself a Serb
Listen well, my son: Forgive even the worst person
But for the fatherland one must die
Kosovo is forever our land!
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
May peonies resurrect
Our glory, next year in Prizren
 

Goodbye Everyone

Where the poet Orlusha stopped
I’ll go ahead and turn on your ears. 1
 
[Couplet 1]
Those fucked up pedestrians and bus drivers,
I hate those fucking freaks every day, all the time,
and those fucked up cops and road workers,
my Fridays are fuckin’ fucked, and especially Saturday.
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone... 2*
 
[Couplet 2]
Summer is a fucking bitch, especially fuck autumn
Even fuck Alla, everyone has worn her**
Fuck these faces in the television
That joke, that dance, that frolic in the arena
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 3]
Fuck the fucking wind and rain, the sun was fucking cold too
Fuck Putin, fuck Medvedev and Obama's fucking mug, ***
Meat, fish, vodka, women and fishing and hunting
Fuck the week, fuck relaxing on Saturday
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 4]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
You’re all fucked, goodbye everyone…
 
If you’ve sworn someone in vain,
The calendar will mark that day.
We rush off for new adventures, friends
So go on ahead conductor.****
 

• 1. He sets up two things, the profanity to come, and his opening words before the song. This is a good way to start a song. If you know who Orlusha is, and his works
• 2. It is hard for me to figure out how to go with this….and honestly by this point I was tired of rifling through trying to remove the asterisks from the Russian lyrics and was like, eh, just going to interpret the fucks however I wish. Honestly, I don’t think there is a right way to interpret what he is saying, correct me if I’m wrong

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.

Nobody's

I was nobody's like the wind over the sea.
Nobody's like the stream that flows through the mountains.
Nobody's like the glare of the dawn light.
Nobody's like the stars in the cold nights.
Nobody's, nobody's.
 
But the nobody's man is always unhappy.
Like the sky without birds, like the water without fish.
And the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sea and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 
But you don't whisper to me: 'I'm yours, yours!'
You're proud of being alone and nobody's.
But the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
You don't come to me, to me.
I write you the letters. I write them on the water with a paddle.
Go out to the shore and catch the seagulls
Like the flying letters of love,
Of love.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sky and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 

How beautiful this world is

You'll wake up at dawn
We'll watch the birthday
Of the sunrise together.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
 
You can't help noticing
That the nightingales and the pigeons
Live in this world.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...
 
You've looked at and minutes
Seem to stop.
Take them like the dew.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...