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The Old Grand Piano

Every night we are awaiting you to dance
Come quickly and join us
we'll receive you at the box-office on the stroke of eight
It doesn't matter that our piano is totally crashed
At least it plays and keeps no hush
 
I got tired to play, after all I've been playing all my life
For so many long years I haven't been idle, no
I recall many handshakes, many encounters and farewells
And delight and fright, and heartbeat
Destiny's solution, hope's gone
To fall in love is weep and laugh
 
Many old faces, and new faces
Exhausted eyes, cheerful eyes
A human whirlpool in front of me floats
Year after year rapidly flies
A crack on top and the string broke
And the keys of my soul got erased
 
Boys are dancing, girls are dancing
As grandmas used to, as grandpas used to
At any time music is needed by everyone
And I play for you for the lovely ladies
Why don't you pity me, after all I'm an old grand piano
It's high time for my needed rest
 
There's nothing to do and it's night once again
As years ago the keys are being pounded
I used to be do-it-all but I've got my limit as well
Playing incessantly there's no more strenght left
And may to the audience my dreams be foolishness
All I want is not music but quietness
 

Good omens

You're talking, I'm silent,
I want to hear only you,
I try to find the happy features
In all with you.
 
Chorus:
 
You see, the rocket is flying, like a star,
And it's a good omen.1
Up half the sky is in golden colours,
And it's also a good omen,
The lake is covered in fog,
And it's a good omen too,
Love has found us
In accordance with all omens.
Your hear, there's the steamers rot call somewhere,
And it's a good omen,
The birds began to sing before the dawn,
And it's also a good omen,
The summer is sonorous, like a string,
And it's a good omen too,
Love is coming
Towards you and me.
 
I'm talking, you're silent,
You'll understand the shyness and forgive the courage,
And then you'll add many good omens
Back at me.
 
Chorus.
 
Vocalizing.
 
The lake is covered in fog,
And it's a good omen too,
Love has founds us
In accordance with all omens.
 

• 1. Why is this good?

Ali Baba

Even on holidays, he used to wear a patched robe, that Ali Baba.
But he has once discovered a cave full of treasures, that Ali Baba!
He could have lived like a padishah, that Ali Baba,
But he hated keeping his wealth in chests, that Ali Baba!
 
What are those sapphires and diamonds, pearls, and turquoise about?
He would gladly give everything he has got
For the beloved eyes!
 
Once he has noticed a gentle look from under the veil, that Ali Baba.
So he threw a feast for the whole world, that Ali Baba.
In the morning, he put on his patch robe again, that Ali Baba,
Saying: 'I'm now rich indeed!' That's Ali Baaba!
 
What are those sapphires and diamonds, pearls, and turquoise about?
He would gladly give everything he has got
For the beloved eyes!
 
What are those sapphires and diamonds, pearls, and turquoise about?
He would gladly give everything he has got
For the beloved eyes!
 

Give women flowers

Give women flowers, sweet stuff,
Perfume, knick-knacks, tigh fitting dresses…
And if your finances are tough,
Give women hope and many blessings.
 

Yesteryear eyes

I lived without keeping moments,
I thought that it will be forever,
Your look at me was heaven sent-
Like no one ever looked at me,
Like no one ever...
 
But just a year flashed by and gone,
The guiding light went out at night,
Even a miracle won't return-
To me these yesteryear eyes,
Your beloved eyes...
 
Oh, those yesteryear eyes,
Like the burnt tears of my life...
They don't want to give me peace
Your dear eyes.
Those yesteryear eyes,
I can't forget them, but should I?
They live in memory like pain
Your dear eyes.
 
Oh, what a pity, that sometime
I didn't value what I had.
What a pity, that ash is behind
And what's lost is countless
It’s countless…
 
Girl, I have everything I need,
The only thing I miss tonight-
The magic light you used to give,
And yesteryear dear eyes,
Your beloved eyes…
 
Oh, those yesteryear eyes,
Thunderstorm that passes by…
They look straight into my heart
Your dear eyes…
Those yesteryear eyes,
I can't forget them, but should I?
They live in memory like pain
Your dear eyes.
 
Those yesteryear eyes,
I can't forget them, but should I?
They live in memory like pain
Your dear eyes!
 

Lullaby

What kind of song to sing to you, my darling,
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
I will rock you, as you are falling asleep, like a cradle.
I will rock you like a cradle.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
“Good night”, -
I will say to you again, And I trust that the day won’t come,
When these two words would be whispered to you by someone else,
By someone else, after me.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours. Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
May you sleep peacefully,
While I go to explore the valley,
I will ask birds to sing in the morning,
Will blow out the stars and will light up the dawn,
Will blow out the stars and will light up the dawn
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
 
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours,
Just six hours
A night in July lasts only six hours.
Sleep, a night in July lasts only six hours.
A night in July lasts only six hours.
 

Music man

A music man
Is playing again.
What is his song about?
What unfading warmth
His soul is nourished by?
It’s about the faces, scorched by the sun and the flames of love,
It’s about all who is living on this Earth,
Loved ones and ones in love.
 
There are pain and laughter in this song,
But he sings it with love,
He sings for everybody
And just for you.
There are pain and laughter in this song,
But he sings it with love,
He sings for everybody
And just for you.
 
What is a music man playing about?
What is he singing and crying about?
And what does his simple song mean for each of us?
There is every breath of the departed and the living in this song,
There is every leaf and a flower in it,
There are the signs of the days to come in it.
 
There are pain and laughter in this song,
But he sings it with love,
He sings for everybody
And just for you.
There are pain and laughter in this song,
But he sings it with love,
He sings for everybody
And just for you.
 
And faded flame will get resurrected by the new dawn,
And the hundred of birds will trumpet the hymn to this new dawn,
And the time will recognize itself in this fiery song,
As if in the mirror the time will look at itself
As if in the mirror the time will look at itself
As if in the mirror the time will look at itself
 

The Guelder-Rose Blooms

I for the longest have loved you
Why don't you notice
And give me flowers?
I['ll] follow you and steal glances
Only I won't tell anyone of my love for you.
 
The guelder-rose blooms in a field near a steam,
The oleander blooms and I
Go crazy without your love
And without you,
And you pass by, as always,
And never look at me!
You are my unhappiness, my love,
My sorrow1...
 
The sun is out and the moon has set...
You are alone and I am alone.
Hear me, sweet dear,
My good dear guy,
Have pity, don't stop dreaming2,
Just give me flowers
And whisper that you love me.
 

• 1. Lit. 'My trouble'
• 2. Lit. 'don't break dreams'