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I have travelled to Magadan

You think, that's not suitable for my age,
I very seldom open my soul, -
I'll tell you about Magadan -
Listen!
 
When I saw the Nagaiskaya bay and highways, -
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 
Once I have travelled to Magadan -
I ran way from myself like from consumption.
There I was at once dead drunk by vodka.
 
But I saw the Nagaiskaya bay and highways, -
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 
With me flew rumours following my footsteps,
Leaving behind aeroplanes and snowstorm, -
I flew there to my friend nevertheless!
 
And I saw the Nagaiskaya bay and highways , -
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 
I gave my enemies no cause -
To open their veins, not to tear their aortas, -
I suddenly flew to Magadan. Damn!
 
I saw the Nagaiskaya bay and highways, -
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 
Indeed I left behind there many ladies, -
They wrote to me: 'All your ladies beat it!' -
It doen't matter - but I've travelled to Magadan. We are quits!
 
And I saw the Nagaiskaya bay and highways, -
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 
When the matter of coldness approaches, -
Even if it's far and to one's cost,
I want to travel to my friend in Magadan - Agreed!
 
You did not see the Nagaiskaya bay - you fool!
I flew there quite offhandedly.
 

Lamentation of the caterpillar

Versions: #2
I ask you not to mix up a Blue caterpillar
With a ganderish goose:
Geese don't change into anything
They gite, they bite, -
But the Blue caterpillar is no bird
And no goose but a caterpillar.
 
I must stand still and hide -
I shall become a larva, -
A change as a result into a butterfly
After a plan, after a plan.
Now if the plans are imagined -
not my, not my,
And fail to be carried out -
not my, not my, -
Here they are practicable
you are mine, you are mine!
 

We strangely enough met and strangely ...

We strangely enough met and strangely enough broke up,
With an affectionate smile our romance ended.
But if we look back in memory,
We would say - that it was a mirage.
 
When sometimes in the exhausting desert
I see an appearance of beautiful, marvellous countries,
But these are apparition, and the sky is blue again,
And at a distance moves a tired caravan.
 
Even if that is all illusory, hazy for me,
Like the mysterious deception of these marvellous eyes.
We strangely enough met and you go unexpectedly,
And, like fate, moves a tired caravan.
 

A scatterbrain driver will cut short my life...

A scatterbrain driver will cut short my life for evermore.
My corpse from morgue no one will claim.
They'll take my skull into the museum of local lore,
To make lotto or dominoes they'll take my skeleton remains.
 
That's it, I've decided, I'll drink some tea and die:
It's unbearable to overcome my insignificance.
No, it's better if it happens at sunrise,
Otherwise, just lie all night, till I'll be missed.
 
In the museum they'll cheat the folk,
Though the people do not give a damn , I think.
With a pointer the guide straight in my eye will poke
And he will say: ' Here is a missing link'.
 
Or in the form of dominoes they'll bring me to the *square,
They'll mixed them up, turned them upside down on the board
And, creating *'fish', may be, the pensioner
For the first time will remember me with a kind word.
 
Like an ordinary pedestrian I walked through life,
Not to be late,I've always got up at such an early time...
The one who said, that he respected me, he lies.
One...no self respecting swine.
 

Express Moscow - Warsaw ...

Express Moscow - Warsaw, seat thirteen, -
I don't believe in omen - it is not because of the omen:
Indeed I am merely to Minsk, the major - merely to Brest,
I make myself understood to the major, and each - about his.
 
I to him about my defects,
But he doesn't know about grief:
Economicly - everything is in order with him,
Morally -- Spit on moral!
 
The major is not talkative - the war ended for him being a soldier, -
But when I to him with all my heart - the major became affably.
But after an hour we both used bad language,
And obtained a very concrete conversation.
 
The major almost wept, because he again will depart,
Because he is again near Berlin for a whole year:
He has sufficient trouble without those Germans, -
If there had at least been fighting, but now it's the other way around.
 
The major is centimental - he had a nervous break down:
His wife escorted him however - I spoke to her.
Afterwards the major told me: 'Now is not forty-one,
And I - believe me lad! - It's like to live one's life all over again.
 

How do you do, our dear spectators ...

How do you do,
Our dear spectators,
Our severe critics!
You will see a film
About the last real swindler.
 
Swindlers -
Are dishonest people -
They play dirty tricks,
And for that they are kept in houses,
Which are called prisons.
 
Prisons -
Are strong buildings,
Windows, doors are with grilles, -
They can better be looked at,
It is better only to look at them.
 
This film -
Is no parting words for lads,
And much less for girls,
This,
This is simply a play,
And what a play.
 
Swindlers -
We meet sometimes, -
It's true, considerately less often,
Less often than at the tsar
Or shall we say, in America.
 
Don't consider this film
As a decision:
All of it is a joke and fictions,
This,
This is simply a play,
And what a play.
.
 

In the tramway

Citizens! Why are you pushing,
Scandal and quarrel come to a head -
Do you want to sit down? Do you have a long way?
I leave you the seat, for goodness' sake!
 
Citizens, even drunken ones,
We are all constant passengers:
We live, we tear off tickets,
We all go in our lives by tramway ...
 
Do you feel crowded? And bad language is in vain -
Why do you not move on forward?
Obviouly you won't get anywhere with him ...
I am not your comrade.
 
All the feet have been trampled on,
There is already a hole as big as a fist in the tunic.
Wake up this man -
He sings foul language in his sleep.
 
Citizens! Life is ending -
The third round got of with no results!
'Oh you, comrade, a fine - settles the scores!
No? Then - drive ahead ...'
 

I am convinced as never in life ...

I am convinced as never in life,
That's true,
That in my healthy organism -
Is a wormhole.
 
Maybe my useless organ - the pleura,
Maybe there are many, -
But I lie in the ward for neuro-
Pathology.
 
I betray, which was kept secret,
But - probably,
Our population consists of two thirds of
Nervous people.
 
Hurrah! I found it - here is the first indication,
That I discovered:
Those who drink - have solid nerves
Instead of a liver.
 
You are dried up and incomparable scraggy,
Like a mummy, -
You know, that your nerves are bare
Up to madness.
 
If you abuse even the gentle ones
Or quarrel -
You know, that those people are mentally ill, -
Oh, harm them!
 

Strange are the tastes and needs of mine...

Strange are the tastes and needs of mine,-
I'm exotic, to put it mildly, indeed:
I can chew on glasses and at the same time-
Without dictionary the works of Schiller read.
 
There are two of Me, two poles of the planet,
Two different people, two foes:
When one strives to go to the ballet-
Straight for the run the other goes.
 
I won't allow in my mind anything excessive,
When I live as a person number one,-
But very often breaking out free
The second me in the form of a villain.
 
And I'm fighting, squeezing the bastard in me,-
Oh, my restless destiny!-
I'm afraid of a mistake: it may well be,
That I'm squeezing not the second Me.
 
When in my soul I'm opening the galley proof
On those places, where itself is sincerity,-
On credit then the waitresses giving me the food
And woman caressing me for free.
 
But now fly to hell all the ideals ,
But now I'm rude, intolerant and angry,
But now I'm seating and stupidly eating the glasses,
While throwing Schiller under the table.
 
...And the court is on, the whole courtroom looks me in the back.
You, prosecutor, you, comrade judge, here is my plea,
Believe me: the shop window I didn't break,
But vile second Me.
 
And I'm begging you: judge me not-
Just give me time, but don't give me time!-
As a spectator I will attend the court
And to the prisons sometime dropping by.
 
I'm no longer intend to break the shop windows
And citizens faces , write it down all!
I will join two halfs, two foes
Of my sick split in two soul!
 
I'll get rid off, bury, burn,-
Clean up myself, will not hide a thing!
It's so alien to me this my second,-
No, this is not my second Me!
 

The cars are running, here is another rushed by..

Versions: #2
The cars are running, here is another rushed by us-
All of them towards precise and ultimate aim,
Perhaps, from the song of Ancharov- *'MAZ',
Loaded with Caspian herring.
 
I wander the roads, like a beggar sack in the hand,
Wisely all my kopeks saving
And also wisely use up my strength,
And in a quilt jacket muffle my scream.
 
Where to am I and why?- one can live, if he knows it.
And you can, without any straining
To wake up and get up, if only I could sleep,
And if not for a blizzard, then to sing.
 

Is he really here - the beams of light intersect ...

Is he really here - the beams of light intersect,
More correctly, a blade of erroneous retribution ...
I was not quite twenty years,
When in the doorway my throat was cut.
 
He grinned openly - not cunningly
He made the impression, that he did not deliberately want to fight,
(And suddenly) - a knife under the lower rip
And away - not pulled out, not to get dirty.
 
Over with the wailing! It is not your fault -
I was deceived by the smile und kindness.
A ray of the setting sun has evaporated in the doorway
And hid behind the dustbin ...
 
Thank you however, that I do not stand in the water meadow,
And the blade advanced a bit deeper
And the handle banged on the glazed tiles,
But I fall - already don't remain standing.
 

Sloping in one's declining years straight to fear.

Sloping in one's declining years straight ahead to fear -
Straight on sloping:
He is alone - and his wife is in an institution
For traumatology.
 
If the gentle sloping - is tightning:
To steepness we should he accustomed.
And we have a situation as others
Analogously.
 
And the friend however has a birthday -
It should be celebrated!
How to save humour
Vaguely?
 
And I don't see any other means -
Swim with the course ...
And to get drunk straight away
To have my mind clouded!
 

Our ancestors people that are rough and ignorant...

Our ancestors people that are rough and ignorant,-
While waving their fists to each other,
They saw suddenly something enormous and round
Flew by, leaving with riddle everybody.
 
In arguments, conjectures and debates
To the saucers the guilt they are implying
The leakage of energy in the States
And our bitter saliva.
 
Oh, there, the saucer flew over the Florence!-
And the Holy Inquisition while being afraid
Very briskly were selling indulgence,
Very briskly burning scholars on the stake.
 
In arguments, conjectures and debates
To the saucers the guilt they are implying
The leakage of energy in the States
And our bitter saliva.
 
You can't call our life boring and grey-
Nevertheless, it doesn't please us now anyway:
Someone saw a couple of saucers above the States,
Someone saw two plates in our place.
 
In arguments, conjectures and debates
To the saucers the guilt they are implying
The leakage of energy in the States
And our bitter saliva.
 

Dumb yearning gnaws sometimes ...

Dumb yearning gnaws sometimes,
And people are amusing themselves - all are unfamiliar.
Yes, people, founding towns,
Forget always other things,
Forget the most important and the nearest of all,
About those with whom it is pleasant to deal with,
About themes, which are the most important of themes,
About people with whom to associate.
My friend, my best friend, my interlocutor,
I ask you, tell me anything!
Lets's disdain the neighbourly comrade
And the extraneous, which hit the target right to the heart.
 

Forgetting business afairs and anxiety ...

Forgetting business afairs and anxiety
And not the strength to retain,
So I like to stand by the wayside
Confusing latecoming passers.
 
'Citizen, grant me a cigarette!'
I don't smoke. Excuse me for the present!'
And then I just simply without asking
I take away uncle's shoulder-bag.
 
He feigned that already everything is forgotten,
Running half a hundred steps,
The uncle calls me a bandit,
A hoologan and that was the last I saw of him..
 
If however I met a woman -
I ask of her not something for smoking,
I tell her quite calmly,
That she has nowhere to hurry any more.
 
Forgetting business afairs and anxiety
And not the strength to retain,
So I like to stand by the wayside!
It only should be better, if I wouldn't meet a woman!
 

The good looking are more loved ...

The good-looking are more loved and assiduously
The merry-ones are loved less, but quicker, -
The taciturn persons are loved, only less often,
But if they are loved, stronger.
 
Don't yell tender words, don't yell,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily
May the steamer be noisy at night,
Now and you keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up - otherwise all will be lost.
 
She reads sad novels, -
Now let her compare, and trust in her, -
However there appeared black tulips -
To let the white look whiter.
 
Don't yell tender words, don't yell,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily, -
May the poets yell and vow,
Now and you keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up - otherwise all will be lost.
 
The words run, they feel crowded - now what so ever! -
You are afraid to be late.
There are many words if you want,
Tell, if you are not able to be without saying them.
 
But don't shout those words, don't shout,
Sometimes keep them for a while involuntarily,
May the steamers be noisy at night ..
Fall silent, keep quiet, be quiet, -
Hurry up! - otherwise all will be lost.
 

Lads write a letter to me

When I first did time I could not bear it, -
I get an extra year, maybe - four ...
Lads, write a letter to me:
What happens there in your free world?
 
What do you drink there? We drink almost nothing.
Here is only snow in sunny weather ...
Lads, write about everything,
But here is nothing going on!
 
I am missig you very much -
I want to see your dear mugs!
How is Nadyusha, with whom is she now?
Alone? - then she also shall write.
 
More terrifying, is maybe, - only the Day of Judgement!
A letter will help me to remain alive, -
I will maybe not given to me,
But all the same, lads, write! ..
 

If to please that is too little?

If to please that is too little?
If to fall in love that is too much?
If I should know at the beginning,
If I should know a long time!
 
Where are you, meagre phantasy,
Where are you, stock of words!
My love, my tender one, my marvellous!
Oh, that I am not going to fall in love with you!
 

The gipsy shouted, changing his horse ...

The gipsy shouted, changing his horse:
'With a horse you are living free.
Don't make out of me, me,
With me there is enough me!
 
Don't let your mood be spoilt groundlessly,
Without gain don't trouble ...
I am not suited as an owner
Of people and horses.
 
Don't discuss with rascals,
Run away from old wives' advices ...
I take an oath that the horse isn't stolen
And that it is of Arabian blood'.
 

I thought that is all, without regret ...

I thought that is all, without regret,
I go away - an ignoramus!
For my godess - my dreams und salvation -
I am waiting full of hope!
 
I thought - these mournful hands
Will get into oblivion, -
I assumed that all these documentations -
Are without inspiration.
 
I thought - these tears cost little
Now under strain ...
I understood however - the tigress moans, -
Like in the zoo!
 

There arrived in Monaco ...

There arrived in Monaco
some voyak,
Went to the casino und squandered capital, -
And his inner voice
exclaimed despairingly:
'Oh, what the hell - again lost!'
 
The bankrupt began to yell: 'Who has said that?!'
The croupier shrugged indifferently with his shoulders,
The porter pointed instantly to the exit,
There hit him someone on the eye - now, in general, a scandal.
 
And he cried again: 'Who has said that?!
The same voice who told me the numbers! ..' -
He shot himself in the mouth - and was at once quiet.
The poor man doesn' exist anymore, it's a pity about the capital.
 

In every sort of weather ...

In every sort of weather -
Once necessary, it's necessary -
We go to sea
Not for one day, not for two.
 
And on the land there is camomile and clover,
And the land is flooded, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them
 
We don't enter the harbour -
Once necessary, it's necessary, -
You won't see the Bosporus,
You won't see Canada.
 
Our seiner slices the rough sea,
And at times it's hard without earth, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them.
 
You miss your home -
You need not, you need not, -
Why do you swim away
Not for one day, not for two!
 
However on the land there is camomile and clover,
However the land is flooded, -
But the birds fly to the north,
If it is too warm for them.
 

I am fed up to the throat, to the chin ...

I am fed up to the throat, to the chin -
Even of the songs I got tired, -
I should like to let myself fall to the ground like a submarine,
So that I can't be located!
 
My friend gave me vodka in a glass,
My friend said, that it will pass,
My friend introduced me to Vyerka at a binge,
Vyerka will help, but vodka will save.
 
Neither Vyerka helped, nor vodka:
With vodka comes the hangover, but with Vyjerka - what to say!
I should like to let myself fall to the ground like a submarine,
And don't transmit the signals!
 
I am fed up to the throat, fed up to the gullet -
Oh, I am sick to sing and play, -
I should like to let myself fall to the ground like a submarine,
So that I can't be located!
 

Alice' song

I am awfully bored, I am simply without strength.
And thoughts come - tempting, disturbing, -
That somebody somewhere would invite me
And there I should see something specific!..
 
And what exactly - I really do not know.
All bet for the wager:
'Read for a while', - I sit down and read,
'Play for a while', - now I play with the kitten, -
All the same I'm awfully bored!
Sir! Take Alice with you!
 
I so wished, I wished
Somewhen, somehow to go out of the house -
And suddenly disclosing above in the depth,
Within and without - where everything is different! ..
 
And what exactly - I really do not know.
All bet for the wager:
'Read for a while', - now I play with the kitten,
'Play for a while', - I sit down and read, -
All the same I'm awfully bored!
Sir! Take Alice with you!
 
May it come at home to a tumult,
And if penalty threatens - I agree, -
I close my eyes, count to three ...
What will be, what will be! I am terribly excited!
 
And what exactly - I really do not know.
Everything is in a jumble in the midday heat:
Read for a while? - I sit down and play,
Play for a while? - Now, I read with the kitten, -
All the same I'm bored awfully!
Sir! Take Alice with you.!
 

The Command was No Surrender!

Versions: #2
The command was 'No Surrender!' - and no one did.
Though there would be no medals for that.
Only a flock of black vultures circle above,
Over the bodies of our soldiers.
 
There in his chariot is the God of War.
Buried in the earth are the soldiers.
Now there are white birds from somewhere,
Over the last remains of our soldiers.
 
Following death, the birds find their places,
And so, the white birds are over our soldiers,
And the vultures are circling above,
Over the black column of enemy carcasses.
 

Now it's over! The heavy sleep has ended ...

Now it's over! The heavy sleep has ended!
Nobody and nothing is allowed!
And I go alone, lonely
Through the summerfield, on which they start!
 
I shall visit the overwater home,
From other people called ship.
My captain, my friend and my rescuer!
Let us however forget something!
 
Forget something - I must, it's possible!
Everything - the woman whom I know!
To remember everything - that is simply impossible,
And that is simply not necessary - that we?
 

And we however live in a deadly void ...

And we however live in a deadly void -
Try to squeeze - so that the pus spouts out, -
And the deadly fear is deadened by the howling -
And those, that are the first and people who are in the queue.
 
The obligatory sacrifices,
Often glorified by our fathers,
Have put a seal on our generation -
Have deprived us of reason and memory and sight.
 

I am delighted, the soul sings ...

I am delighted, the soul sings!
The opponents have died out,
And the subconscious surrenders
To generally accepted wisdoms.
 
But is our first record -
Really worn out?
Now, what shall we do, Marinka!
That's life - unique, unique, unique!
 
My thirty-three - hanging on my neck,
I have taken down the record of Davis.
I want to perish for you in combat, in the trenches -
At the age of Christ.
 
And you alone are guilty
Of the births of your own children!
I love you with the love of a brother,
And maybe - even more!
 

The Hatter

Versions: #2
Oh, to whom I only didn't put the hats on!
Mon dieu!- talked with such great heads!...
On their heads I pulled on such hats,
That those enemies were on the spot struck down!
 
I saw daredevils, reckless men:
In their eyes is fire, in their mouth obscenities and gags!...
But there were, however, among them such hats,
That I even wouldn't put on the hats on them...
 
And on the great king and on the satrap it would,
And on the negro, and on Pope in Vatican,-
The hats are looking good on all!
Will you agree at last, that it's as good as done,-
But not for the head, but for the soul!
 

The March hare

My lady, you are unnecessarily offended because of the Hare!
It is really not clever and biting, -
But after that it is sorry and regrets! ..
Don't be hurt because of the March Hare!
 

In the Taiga ...

In the Taiga
On the wreck of a sledge,
In sable or in cocked hat -
Are the rich as well as the respectable and pathetic -
 
They run
Into the unexplored thicket, -
Somebody more seldom, somebody more often, -
Into wolves' caves, in bear lairs,
 
There stands,
Like a tired boxer,
A centureold grenadier
With a twofold, with a threefold girth and more.
 
And I
Eat air, chew, swallow, -
Yes I am usually only here
Behind bars of woods - but in freedom!
 

I could be with my mother-in-law, with my father.

I could be with my mother-in-law, with my father-in-law,
Only they are not alive any more,
And Pairs? What's Paris! It's on it's place.
It already has been praised and sung of.
 
It stands like it stood, and will always stand,
If only not again there will be made fun,
Because in a joke there is so much hidden,
And till then is Paris like it stood so it stands.