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30.08.2017
Mother is smarter (reprise)
- Hey, honestly, I like Eugine Fitzherbert better than Flynn Rider.
- You know, you're the only one who do, but thanks!
- Finally! I thought he would never go away.
- Mother?
- Hello, sweetie!
- Aren't you...Am I...How did you find me?
- Oh, really simply, darling! I felt the odor of craft and betrayal immediately and picked up the trail.
- Oh, mother...
- We're going home, Rapunzel, right now.
- You don't understand! There were lots of wonderful adventures, I learnd lots of things and...And I made a friend...
- Yes! A thief and bandit. I'm so proud [of you]! Let's go, Rapunzel.
- Mother, wait! I think...I think he likes me.
- Likes you? Rapunzel, what a nonsense?!
- But, mother, I...
- This is what I've always been afraid of. Dear, but he's a dirty scoundrel, oh, my poor naive child! Well, how could you enchant him? With your foolishness? In a couple of days? Do not be stubborn, come with mother! Mother...
- I won't come!
- What? Oh, then it's all clear!
Rapunzel is smarter, she intends to run away.
The kiddie knows love's what!
Rapunzel is smarter, well, if you're sure, [then] give something back to him! Ha!
- How did you?..
- That's what makes him stay, I can tell, give it back and watch!
- That's what I'm going to do!
- Have no doubt! He'll go away, do you hear? I want to save you!
But Rapunzel is the smartest, he's such a perfection! Go and put him to the test!
- Mother, wait!
- Because he will decieve and hurt [you]!
Mother is smarter!
17.08.2017
Carpathian Rap
Listen, dear people
What I want to tell you.
I want to sing a song
About all the guys.
If only my Mom knew
What Dmytro is capable of
Every Sunday she would
Dress me up in an artful way.
If only my Mom knew
What Mikhaylo is capable of
Every Sunday she would
Dress me up nicely.
If only my Mom knew
What Ivanchyk is capable of
Every Sunday she would
Let me go to the dancing.
If only my Mom knew
What Vasyl' is capable of
She would just tell me
'Oh my God, no way!'
A cuckoo was calling
Somewhere over there
Where all the guys a good
But Mykola is the best.
A cuckoo was calling
Over there near the forest.
I don't love anyone
Like that Yurchik guy.
Yurchik, go to bed
Because you are tired.
Petryk, come to me
Because I like you.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
I love Havrylo very much
And I'm in love with Lukin.
But when I don't see Andrey
I perish in vain.
And when I don't see Andrey,
I don't tell anyone.
I gave my hand to Yelavko
And went home.
I gave my hand to Yelavko,
And my kerchief to Hrytsko.
And I hug Semén
Like a small child.
As I was going home
I passed plum-trees.
I met Anastasiy there
Bringing me marigolds.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
I was going home
Across a green meadow.
I met Shtefan and Onufriy.
I follow them everywhere.
As I was going home
The day was clear.
I met Khedor and Mykyta.
Those are my darlings.
A lily started to bloom
In front of my house.
I've cooked pastils
But Makoviy isn't around.
My dear Makoviy isn't around
And his Dad isn't around too.
I wish my Mom would marry me off
To that Ihnat guy.
Cause Ihnat has a nice house
And a new barn.
I don't know whether I'd become
Ihnat's destiny.
I don't know whether I'd be
Together with Ihnat.
Maybe Kuz'ma will marry me
If he wishes to.
This night at midnight
I had a miraculous dream.
If Kuz'ma doesn't marry me,
Then Danylo will do.
Though Danylo has a nice field
But his house is old.
I won't marry Danylo.
I would rather marry Safat.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
Though Safat has a nice house
But his mother is old.
I won't marry Safat.
I would rather marry Slavko.
As I came to Slavko
I slammed the door.
I won't marry Slavko.
I would rather marry Yakym.
Yakym has bulls and horses.
Yakym has cows too.
If Yakym doesn't marry me,
Bless you all!
I've sung you
This song
So that all good people know
How I sorted out the guys.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
My guelder-rose, my raspberry.
06.08.2017
The Birth of Futurism
An artist in the canvas trousers once
By pure chance sat down on color palette,
Then jumped, confused, not feeling lucky bunce:
'Where's turpentine? Let's wipe it while it's still wet!'
But having closely looked at rainbow hues,
In trance from the creative intuition tether,
He's cut out square piece from canvas trews
And then... set up salon 'The Donkey Leather.'
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31.07.2017
Shakespear's novel
On the mountain high
On the canvas full height profile
Silence and peace
You're tired of friends,
You're tired of worms,
That brings only pain
Ran through the grass-
Nature scent like a dew
Body, born of a sin,
Draws your gaze
Maybe you have sinned
Only deep in your heart
Or sweetly loved
Her every night (x 6)
You ether fly to paradise,
Or drowned in banality,
Or laughed for a kaif
Along the road of white stupidity
You were looking for love,
Filling the void,
That stage role
Gained warmth
You have bathed in your love
In your sinful love
Turned around and gone,
Intertwined your roads
You're to the north- he is to the south
Here is Shakespeare's novel
You''re writing letters to him
He is suffering- I'm singing (X 6)
You have bathed in your love
In your sinful love
Turned around and gone,
Intertwined your roads
You're to the north- he is to the south
Here is Shakespeare's novel
You''re writing letters to him
He is suffering- I'm singing (X 6)