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My Homeland

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In the distance behind the river, a silver starfall
And the garden treats all with currant wine
Walking idly down the summer valley
And the soul is consolated with cherry and viburnum
 
This is the land where I was born and am living
Where everything is familiar, not indifferent
Where a star fell from the sky down on the grass
So you saw me, dear friend
This is the land of my delights and tears
With native words, native songs
Leaning to the Ukrainian beauty
For I took it from my mother and father
 
Meadows smell with grasses, smell to exhaustion
Sinful together with a righteous one, in two sillhouettes
Music above silence, might as well play strings
And the soul is consolated — this is my homeland!
 
This is the land where I was born and am living
Where everything is familiar, not indifferent
Where a star fell from the sky down on the grass
So you saw me, dear friend
This is the land of my delights and tears
With native words, native songs
Leaning to the Ukrainian beauty
For I took it from my mother and father
 

Blonde boy

Your blonde, blonde tuft
Keeps replaying, you know, in my head
 
But the heart beats hard
What do I do when it's like that? (X2)
 
Chorus:
My pretty blonde boy
Put your arms around me
And tell me about love
My blonde boy (X2)
 
Your gaze burns me, burns me
The heart fights for nothing
 
I'd love to give you my lips
I'd love to have fun with you (X2)
 
Chorus:
My pretty blonde boy
Put your arms around me
And tell me about love
My blonde boy (X2)
 
Your smile makes me crazy, crazy
What's the matter with me, I can't imagine why?
 
When I want you every moment,
I must be in love (X2)
 
Chorus:
My pretty blonde boy
Put your arms around me
And tell me about love
My blonde boy (X2)
 

Thousands of trumpets

Block all the street
transform mud in gold
as if I'm leading the world
So I can rejoice
 
Call thousands od trumpets
get the horses galloping
Call over all my friends
then, everybody follow me
 
Make all my wishes come true
don't go low on me
now love me and regret me
cos' tomorrow it's all gone
give me all while I'm alive
while I am alive
 
I want to drink up 1
I want to get crazy with you
open up a young wine for me
so it nocks me down
 
Call thousands of trumpets
get the horses galloping
Call over all my friends
then, everybody follow me
 
Make all my wishes come true
don't go low on me
now love me and regret me
cos' tomorrow it's all gone
give me all while I'm alive
while I am alive, while I am alive
 
Give me weeks
months and years
take me out of home
take me all over the place
 

• 1. Drina

Spring

Snowflakes fall on old roofs,
You won’t see me, you won’t hear me,
I’ll hide behind the snow and leave no trace.
 
What is the point to trample ceremonial trails to me?
I just want to breathe, just stand
To live until spring, since in spring ever snow - is a water.
 
We are so different and the spring is beautiful,
And I rush around the city without cause, I think.
Yeah, I hurt you, we'll make a video
Of the spring, which we have been given.
 
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me, give a spring.
 
Monotone nights scratch the skin.
Yeah, I know, in many ways we are unlike.
Well, then why the hell are we together
You say?
 
Just put your hand over my eyelashes,
You see, my heart is sinking so helplessly
In you and spring -
And in addition there’s water all around.
 
We are so different and the spring is beautiful,
And I rush around the city without cause, I think.
Yeah, I hurt you, we'll make a video
Of the spring, which we have been given.
 
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me, give a spring.
 
The past is for the past, tomorrow is another day.
I’ll forgive myself days, that were lived out,
Warm my heart by an unexpected joy,
And amidst my abandoned spring, please, stay alive, I'm asking you!
 
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me a spring, I won't sleep anymore,
Give me, give a spring.
 
Give a spring.
 

Его двадцать четвертая весна

A cold evening. It's not uncommon. Spring.
A high, deep, bottomless evening.
Heavy dream from fragrance of wet pine trees
In a dewy, star night,
 
Get out of the house alone,
You'll find yourself in the arms of frosty silence.
The evening whispers in a young grove,
Full of silver sparks of dew.
Pure, cold crystal cutter
From the marble of dreams, imagination, thoughts.
The reed sways, all in dew,
Stars mixed up into a strange ball,
One of them will fell quietly into the grass.
 
A cold evening. It's not uncommon. Spring.
 

Kholodnaya Vesna (Cold Spring)

From a muddy window
I see the boring neighborhoods.
The cold spring
sleeps in the empty cities.
 
The world is so small,
foolishness rules them.
Bitter final,
always alone, in the empty walls.
 
It is repugnant to me to think that I am going to see their thick, selfsatisfied faces. They make laws, they write popular novels, they get married, they are fools enough to have children.
And all this time, great, vague nature has slipped into their city, it has infiltrated everywhere, in their house, in their office, in themselves.
It doesn't move, it stays quietly and they are full of it inside, they breathe it, and they don't see it, they imagine it to be outside, twenty miles from
the city.
And I, I see it, I see this nature... I know that its obedience is idleness, I know it has no laws: what they take for constancy is only habit and it can change tomorrow...
(с) Jean-Paul Sartre 'La Nausée'
 
Let me longing,
don't touch my soul thread.
Let the ages go by,
in the remains of their rotting.
 
Let the body be covered with fragrant herbs,
let the bones shine in the golden rays.
Through the velvet of flowers, through a portrait in an emerald frame.
Not through the voice of the man, but by the nature itself that will repay.
 

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
 

The End

Alone am I, you don't kiss me anymore,
Alone am I, you don't wake me from my dreams,
You aren't there to give me your arms again tenderly.
 
Refrain:
The end, I know that it's the end,
I speak to my lonely self.
But go ahead and kill me, I'm unable to forget you.
 
Alone am I, now without you I wallow in loneliness,
Alone am I, now without you I am hurting,
You aren't there to give me your arms again tenderly.
 
Ref. ×2
 

Spring

Deafening silence of the masses,
Silent murmur of the last of us from corners,
A merry leap year 1beating the temples 2-
We've been waiting for a thaw, but familiar ice came instead
 
There are spiral fantasies in the political arena:
What running in circles can see is just an another circle ahead.
Laughing spectators applauding loudly
Gingerly hide their sincere fear behind the laughter
 
After all, we've been told clearly:
Things will be fine - fine and cheerless.
After all, we've been told clearly:
Things will be fine - fine and cheerless.
 
Under the rag veil of chatters of doing good for our Homeland,
There is a country in the box - come on, magician, saw it! 3
Boughs of Resistance are cut long ago with a handsaw,
And if you can’t meet the deadline, then nullify your terms. 4
 
Drive me crazy! Spring of 2020, tabulate
The quarterly report into columns of 'plus' and 'minus',
And what we’ll have 'in total', we’ll hand out in envelopes:5
Somebody will get crowned, 6 somebody will get coronavirus
 
And then, it will become real:
Things will be fine - fine and cheerless.
And then, it will become real:
Things will be fine - fine and cheerless.
 

• 1. year 2020
• 2. temples of head, not churches
• 3. Пилить (to saw) has an additonal neologism meaning, to slice a money pie, simply - to steal state money, using different schemes
• 4. It's about Putin, who illegally'nullified' his terms as a president in July 2020, so that he can be a president up to 2036
• 5. Usual way to 'reward' someone, involved in corruption schemes
• 6. Our endless Tsar

Black spring

Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
No one will understand
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
It's already dark outside
Were the dreams prophetic? If they weren't, was it all real?
Nobody knew
Don't come near the water and don't look for a reason to come,
Evil is prowling through this darkness
 
This is your eternity,
Your black spring
Its close breath,
Its voice in your sleep
Just give it a reason,
It will become silence,
A glorious victory or a new war
 

When Spring Comes

I do not know when spring is bound
There'll come the rain to sweep snow clean
But you, my home street, no doubt
In nasty weather are as dear
 
In this same street when a teenager
I used to fly my pigeons up
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
At that crossroads over there
I met my first, my first true love
 
And now I wish I hadn't met love
So full of you is all my soul
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
Why do we have love unrequited
That still exists in this wide world?
 
When in my street Zarechnaya
All lights go out in the dark
The open hearths of furnace fires
Will blaze on brightly day and night
 
I do not wish another man's lot
I wouldn't change for the whole world
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
That entrance point to my steel workshop
That's made a man of me for all
 
The world may boast lots of famed streets
But never change address will I
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
To me you have become the only
The only main home street in life
 

Love from Kateřinice

I have a thousand heavy bodies around me
I have the blast of cannons still in my ears
Should I, should I cover myself with a black featherbed?
Should I rise from some cranny like the stem of a plant?
 
My love springs near Kateřinice
The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard
 
Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,
under my skies, fresh bread turns golden
Over the rapid river under my skies,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss
 
I can still smell your scent from the pillows
I keep begging God to bring you back
 
My love springs near Kateřinice
The sun caresses blue grapes from the vineyard
 
Over the mountain, over the tall mountain,
under my skies, fresh bread turns golden
Over the rapid river under my skies,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss,
soft moss grows, moss, moss
 
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Spring

1.
No longer I can stand, but only swim forever.
For me, it's only far and water. Bottomless.
Only it is not for me to fly, so as always -
For me it's just the cold. Loneliness...Alone.
 
[refrain:]
But I feel tightness in this thin air,
Tight, to explode on the wet gunpowder.
Only spring under the feet throws
Sea's whispers and murmurs...spring
 
2.
No longer will I sing under the stroke of a fin,
My river carries centuries.
No longer will I dance in wind's embrace,
Tired of falling asleep in the sails.
 
[refrain:]
But I feel tightness in this thin air,
Tight, to explode on the wet gunpowder.
Only spring under the feet throws
Sea's whispers and murmurs...spring
 
[refrain:]
But I feel tightness in this thin air,
Tight, to explode on the wet gunpowder.
Only spring under the feet throws
Sea's whispers and murmurs...spring
 
3. 1
Thoughts. They don't have enough space.
Through the pictures in my head I page.
I'm in the grass in a coat, barefoot, holding an apple,
Fog from the ripened branches by that tree.
Pictures do not change, the pulse does.
But this is wet hair, I stand under the rain.
The deck is violently swaying. Awaiting to be washed away.
I will become like they - with mouth of sand.
I will meet the wave and sun overboard....
And spring...
 
[refrain:]
But I feel tightness in this thin air,
Tight, to explode on the wet gunpowder.
Only spring under the feet throws
Sea's whispers and murmurs...spring
 
[refrain:]
I feel tightness in this thin air,
Tight, to explode on the wet gunpowder.
Only spring under the feet throws
Sea's whispers and murmurs...spring
 
Spring, spring,
In spring,
In spring,
In spring,
Yes, spring...
 

• 1. Not in this video version

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Not for me...

Versions: #3
And not for me the spri-ing will come,
And not for me the Don is flo-oding.
And young girl's heart will beaten ha-ard
With ne-ew born love but not for me.
 
And not for me the gardens show up,
And in the valley groove blo-ossoms.
There nightingale meets spring alo-one,
He wi-ill sing songs but not for me.
 
And not for me the bro-oks do whisper,
Rocking the jets bright full of si-ilver.
There is a maiden with black eyebrows,
She's gro-owing up but not for me.
 
And not for me the Holy Easter comes,
And at the table natives gather,
'Christ's risen' - flow from their li-ips,
But Ea-aster Day is not for me.
 
And not for me the flowers will bloom,
And blossoms rose flower fra-agrant.
Pick up a flo-ower, it whi-ithers.
Such li-ife is good but not for me.
 
For me there is a piece of co-old lead,
Which will dig into my pure body
And bitter tears will pour down che-eks
Such li-ife, my brother, waits fo-or me.
 
Words: A.Gadalin(?)
Music: Nicholay DeWitte
English: Margarita Lebedeva
 

Summer Rain

You wander somewhere among people
In the worldly dreams, unrealized ideas
In the rays of heavenly heat
All your words are lost
 
Warm summer rain,
Raining into your window
You do not notice it, you do not notice the
Warm summer rain,
Is chasing away your dream, your dream
The rain - drumming into the window, into your window
 
Only you do not lose your hope
And wait always do wait for me
Rain is mine and with sincere warmth
I'll smile at your window
 
Warm summer rain,
Raining into your window
You do not notice it, you do not notice the
Warm summer rain,
Is chasing away your dream, your dream
The rain - drumming into the window, into your window
 

The Spring And Night Have Covered Dales...

The spring and night have covered dales,
The soul escapes to sleepless darkness,
And it can hear clear hails
Of other life, detached and harmless.
 
Unearthly life, serene and slow,
Holds conversation with the lost soul
And breathes its cold eternal flow
Directly into soul as ghost dole.
 
Here comes the dawn! The shadows fade,
The flustered fog melts, sensing rout, -
And to embrace the coming day
The soul in ecstasy flies out.
 
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First Feeling

The soul had gotten lost, when it looked into his eyes.
Like a rushing river that sings it's songs in the grove
Blossoms, like life, the first feeling
For the first time I have fallen in love.
 
Spring has arrived, and has brought love
Like the sun, bright is, my first spring.
Spring has arrived, and has brought love
Like two white wings, my first spring.
 
She sees the water in the river, and blossoms in my heart.
I did not know myself that the soul sings for happiness.
Blossoms, like life, the first feeling
For the first time I have fallen in love.
 
Spring arrived, and brought love
As if the sun, bright is my first spring.
Spring has arrived, and has brought love
Like two white wings, my first spring.
 
Blossoms, like life, my first feeling
For the first time I have fallen in love.
 
Spring has arrived, and has brought love
Like the sun, bright is, my first spring.
Spring has arrived, and has brought love
Like two white wings, my first spring.
 

Repeat after me

I've been here for a long time and I've been waiting a long time
for this night to happen
and I love you even with your back turned
turn around so that forever
what you are drinking, I can drink too
 
Chorus 2x
Repeat after me
that this life is beautiful
like a child's smile
Repeat after me
and don't tear my world apart
If you belong to someone
 
Squeeze my hand
so they don't notice us
and follow me
I'm not letting go of you anymore
no, not even God can have you
 
I've been here for a long time and I've been waiting a long time
for this night to happen
and I love you even with your back turned
turn around so that forever
what you are drinking, I can drink too
 
Chorus 2x
Repeat after me
that this life is beautiful
like a child's smile
Repeat after me
and don't tear my world apart
If you belong to someone
 
Squeeze my hand
so they don't notice us
and follow me
I'm not letting go of you anymore
no, not even God can have you
 

The Spring Breaks Ice Floes On The River...

The spring breaks ice floes on the river,
I do not pity dear dead:
When I got over peaks in shiver,
Forgot the winter gorges' sliver
And now I see blue depths ahead.
 
No point to pity lost in fire,
No point lamenting at the cross,
When I await blow of hellfire,
Or the divine gift I aspire
To reap from Moses' bush flame toss!
 
Quality RU-EN and EN-RU translations by Ironic Iron.
Bringing joy of Russian music and poetry to the world.
When sharing, please thank & credit: (c) St. Sol @ LT.