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About beauty of human faces

Some faces are like splendid gates of a castle,
On their smallest features our eyes gladly fasten.
And others are like wretched huts built of scrap
Where people cook liver and tripe for a snack.
Some faces, indifferent, lifeless and freezing,
Are shut with the bars like a cell in a prison.
And others like towers where no one has long
Looked out the window nor sat on the throne.
And there was a hut at the edge of the forest,
It was kind of homely and small, very modest,
But its tiny window, like blossoms in May,
Has brought me the scent of a spring’s sunny day.
The world is indeed full of various marvels!
Some faces remind us the anthems and carols.
Of these sun-like radiant, cheerful notes
Are made precious melodies, fit for the gods.
 

March of the Siberian Riflemen

From the wild taiga
From the Amur river
In silence, like a menacing storm сloud
Siberians are going to war
 
They were sternly raised by
Taciturn taiga,
Cruel storms of Baikal
And the siberian snows
 
Unfamiliar with fatigue and fear
They fight night and day
Only grey papakha1
Is askew
 
Oh, Siberia, native land
We will stand for you
We shall send your bow
To the waves of Rhein and Danube
 
Know, Siberia, in this difficult times
Your sons will defend the honour
Of the great people
In memory of our glorious past
 
Burning with our faith
Free Russia will rise again
And this song will be heard by
The walls of the ancient Kremlin2
 

• 1. papakha is the national headdress of the Cossacks
• 2. The Kremlin is a castle in the center of Moscow

A Hero Of My Childhood Dreams

A hero of my childhood dreams
An asshole nemesis and a cause of girl's tears
Has grown up and does't want to kick the habit
Has grown up and does't want to kick the habit1
 
A hero of my childhood dreams
Has saved the Earth, then took off. Who is he now?
A hero of my childhood books is a drunk boor,
That walked in the door on the fifth try.
 
Believe it or leave it, my hero
Won't walk on water due to leaky feet.
A hero of my best days, he hasn't written to me.
Hasn't written to me.
 
Chorus
Regardless of me being off up there
Don't refer to him as 'mister', don't
Regardless of me being off up there
Don't refer to him as 'mister', don't
 
A hero of my childhood dreams charges more
Throws manure even further and for real
Laughs after the word 'shovel'
Who needs this? That's the question.
 
He has stole a steam train from my railways,
A hero of my childhood lines ... How could he?
A hero of my childhood rights is gone
Without telling me anything.
 
Chorus
Regardless of me being off up there
Don't refer to him as 'mister', don't
Regardless of me being off up there
Don't refer to him as 'mister', don't
 

• 1. possibly a drug reference

I will no longer message you

Versions: #2
4x
You didnt forgive me, i will no longer message you,
I'm blocked, i just drink and drink.
There's no more meaning mom, cant find a place to stay,
I need to find her, cause its hard to be alone.
 
Ordinary day, but now without us,
And everyone is going to the past,
And anyone in my place would die before me,
Im still alive, it doesnt hurt, and its not hard.
Everyone's saying, what followes to it.
What the hell?
By fact everyone had to get over it,
But no, i still get pushed around, and you just leave me,
In ours, in the past familiar to pain, our reflection
Didnt show up in the mirror.
See, I'm happy, and so is my melancholia.
Your only next to me in my mind,
But this is how the story goes.
Yes, all chapters are forgotten and erased,
And you will remain proud,
And I stand and keep quiet, when at the time it would scream at the top of my head.
Yes, it happens
We will not find, because we do not recognize
Your heart is in me, it plays so nicely
On broken strings, hardly touching.
Well, as if there was not in the end,
I still wish you peace,
But there is one thing: I'm blocked.
 
(Contact is temporarily blocked)
 
4x
You didnt forgive me, i will no longer message you,
I'm blocked, i just drink and drink.
There's no more meaning mom, cant find a place to stay,
I need to find her, cause its hard to be alone.
 

Middle beer

He came to the bar
quite suddenly.
Sat on the same table
and I saw it right away.
He started to hit on my lady.
Just like that.
Said, now i'll take you to a crank
and I went to bawl.
 
I am middle beer1 cowboy
Even that is too much for me.
I am like this oh boy.
Her I need.
I am middle beer cowboy.
That's all I can take.
But you can't
do that to me.
 
Man of cognac
Ordered for my woman.
With fine coffee
There I did alone.
I started to balk.
Certainly, of course.
He invoked to guts.
Asked, order then.
 
I am middle beer cowboy
It's too much for me.
I am just like this oh boy.
Her I need.
I am middle beer cowboy
That's all I can take.
But you can't
do that to me.
 
When I looked at the lady
in the horror I saw.
Ended on the walls
my love life.
If the big guys have
no money for a scheme.
Their sight will catch
a distant woman.
 
I am middle beer cowboy
It's too much for me.
I am just like this oh boy.
Her I need.
I am middle beer cowboy
That's all I can take.
But you can't
do that to me.
 
I am middle beer cowboy
It's too much for me.
I am just like this oh boy.
Her I need.
I am middle beer cowboy
That's all I can take.
But you can't
do that to me.
do that to me.
do that to me...
 

• 1. Keskikalja is a beer that has 2.8 - 4.7% alcohol content. 4.7% is the strongest alcohol one can buy from a grocery store in Finland.

Used to running

I fall in love every day.
What can you say?
And I would love them all,
If only no one ran away.
 
I'm a little tired, I'll take a seat.
I wish I had come, but you'd have left.
I always love only you,
But only when you don't leave.
 
Chorus:
But what can I do, I'm again running after you,
And from habit, you run away from me.
You're so out of your mind, and I'm simple,
But for us to fly together there's no way.
 
But what can I do, I'm again running after you,
And from habit, you run away from me.
You're so out of your mind, and I'm simple,
But for us to fly together there's no way.
 
Thanks for reading! I hope my translation helped you!
Feel free to leave a comment if I made any mistakes.

Незаборавак

[Строфа 1]:
Далеко си, али као да си ми под прозором,
Драго ми је што те видим, иако те видим у пролазу.
Али ти ми бацаш игнор, када не ћутим,
Говорим, у-у-у.
 
[Рефрен]:
Незаборавак је твој омиљени цвет,
Ваздушни* пољубац ће постати најгорчи.
Волиш да говориш да те ја не волим,
Да само девојчице могу да воле.
 
Незаборавак је твој омиљени цвет,
Ваздушни пољубац ће постати најгорчи.
Волиш да говориш да те ја не волим,
Да само девојчице могу да воле.
 
[Строфа 2]:
Идем ка теби са букетом у рукама,
Шверцујем се, дикректно ка твом срцу.
Више није важно где, не мучи ме страх,
Од мене никуда не можеш побећи.
 
Све је могло да се заврши овде, без започињања,
Али ти и ја не бисмо сазнали коме смо потребни.
И тај дан памтим, као да је било јуче,
Зато што од тог дана ми нисмо ми.
 
Често сам каснио, без увреде,
Али се одсад трудим да све стижем на време.
Можда сам мало чинио за нашу љубав,
Али до краја живота памтим да је незаборавак твој цвет.
 
[Рефрен]:
Незаборавак је твој омиљени цвет,
Ваздушни пољубац ће постати најгорчи.
Волиш да говориш да те ја не волим,
Да само девојчице могу да воле.
 
Незаборавак је твој омиљени цвет,
Ваздушни пољубац ће постати најгорчи.
Волиш да говориш да те ја не волим,
Да само девојчице могу да воле.
 

Bremen Town Musicians' Song

Versions: #2
In this world there nothing can be better
Than traveling around with friends together
Those who're close in trouble have no fear!
Every road and every end is dear!
Every road and every end is dear!
 
We shall not forget what we are after –
We shall bring to people joy and laughter!
And our freedom is the greatest treasure
That with palace walls cannot be measured.
That with palace walls cannot be measured.
 
Let our carpet be the glade of flowers,
And the giant pines be our towers.
And our dome is bright skies of the day -
And our pleasure is to live this way!
Yes, the pleasure is to live this way!
 

My six-stringed friend

Won't you play me a tune, my six-stringed guitar?
Help me recall times of old.
Your wails, your sorrowful sounds
intoxicate me more than a strong wine.
 
See how I take my beloved guitar in my hands,
play a chord and sing along.
I sing of my love and youth,
and the girl I love.
 
(chorus)
Resound, my guitar, so dolefully,
and play my song to the end.
May it fly into the girls' white bosoms
and melt their hearts of ice.
 
I sang so many griefs, so much happiness,
I shared it all with you.
They were problems, my loved one cheated on me,
but you never were unfaithful.
 
(chorus)
 
When my time comes to depart this Earth,
I'll gather my friends and tell them:
'lay down my six-stringed friend next to me in my grave,
and I will wake every dead on Earth!'
 
Maybe I'll burn in the flames of hell,
maybe I'll end up in paradise.
My six-stringed friend will always help me
and sing of my past life.
 
(chorus)
 
and melt their hearts of ice...