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22.01.2021

Snowflake

Hasn’t come true what a gypsy had promised
You and me never became happy couple.
For you have met another handsome guy in life’s journey,
I was left with my memory and tired heart.
 
The blizzard is whirling, it’s timid and brave at once,
It is drawing the same darling beautiful face.
And a snowflake falls on your smart stylish wedding dress,
But the guy whom you marry is not me this day.
 
Hasn’t come true what was planning in dreamings,
We two won’t never be something the whole.
When walking through crowds I see couples in the streets,
This makes my wounds hurt, because I’m alone.
 
The blizzard is whirling, it’s timid and brave at once,
It is drawing the same darling beautiful face.
And a snowflake falls on your smart stylish wedding dress,
But the guy whom you marry is not me this day.
 
Hasn’t come true what a gypsy had promised.
Hasn’t worked out, it can’t be changed.
Everything’s in the past, only my poor soul
Never forgot my first love and your name.
 
The blizzard is whirling, it’s timid and brave at once,
It is drawing the same darling beautiful face.
And a snowflake falls on your smart stylish wedding dress,
But the guy whom you marry is not me this day.
 
01.10.2020

My Town’s Day

I‘ll walk along the streets of home town of mine,
Along the places, where I used to roam.
Recalling all my living, happiness and sorrows,
It was experience, I saw a lot.
 
The cottonwood will cover ground with their fluff
This crazy hot weekend of July weather.
But just remember, I love you, my home town,
You’re somewhat ancient, but still look fledgling.
 
Here’s some old house, and there’s yet being built.
I couldn’t notice how the changes came to be.
So many things are in the past, they’re just a history,
But even with this face you’re dear to me.
 
The cottonwood will cover grounds with their fluff
This crazy hot weekend of July weather.
But just remember, I love you, my home town,
You’re very ancient, but still look fledgling.
 
I’ll take my old route and walk along the place
Where I didn’t come a lot of time.
I’ll walk along the streets, I’ll roam along the lanes
I still remember you, you’re in my heart.
 
And may the poplars cover ground with their fluff
This crazy hot weekend of July weather.
But just remember, I love you, my home town,
You’re rather ancient, but still look fledgling.
 
11.09.2020

Platforms and Bridges and Trains

A station with night trains, and I am leaving.
I recall your eyes, full of strange feeling.
Moonlight outside, the lounge kept silence,
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in a mist.
 
(Chorus: 2x)
The platforms and bridges and trains
Take turns, and in a crossroad of fate
After keeping silence for ten minutes
It seems we’re parting forever, I guess.
 
Measured sound of wheels is like your breathing
When you asked me, dear, about leaving.
Once again the night has whispered ‘Sorry!’
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in a mist.
 
(Chorus. 2x)
 
Your dark wistful eyes reflect in a window,
Everything’s like home, it is quite simple.
Once again a rain washes a midnight station.
My thoughts are a mess, I’m in the mist.
 
(Chorus. 2x)
 
07.09.2020

Sign of the five-pointed star

The two-headed eagle had folded its wings
On the ruins of a famous great land,
Then from the heaven a star fell on the Kremlin
It was like a symbol of hope for healing,
Proud in hearts we were when we wore this sign.
It seemed to us that it was always and will be forever.
 
At the turn of the time of the legendary years,
When troubles were not waited by us
We often saw a dream of a bright amber imprint,
Looking like a five-pointed star.
 
Leaders of epochs and peoples sunk into oblivion,
The heroes of labour went into non-being.
Children escaped mistakes because of their boyhood.
Lots of dissemblers opened their mouths,
And soon to their flattering singing
Once again Judas was ascended by Satan to throne.
 
At the turn of the time of the legendary years,
On the threshold of a new fight
We often saw a dream of a bright amber imprint,
Looking like the five-pointed star.
 
The two-headed eagle has stretched its wings
over glory of a new land,
But tears and blood were washing that cruel years.
Suddenly false started looking like truth
Conscience of gunmen appeared be pure
But still in the distance I see now figure of Christ
 
At the turn of the time of the legendary years,
Over memory of our great land,
Somewhere afar once again I see scarlet
It’s the light of the five-pointed star.
 
At the turn of the time of the legendary years,
Over memory of our great land,
Somewhere afar once again I see scarlet
It’s the sign of the five-pointed star.