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Marina Tsvetayeva - Деревья (Derevʹya) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Trees


1
 
In dead ones believing,
I do not try to be spellbound.
In ancient heather,
In silver-sliding dry land,
 
Let pipers with trumpets
Glory to my shade beam!
In heather-losses,
In heather-dry streams.
 
Ancient heather!
Growth on the naked stone!
In our orphanage's identity
Having assured and known,
 
Bits of the final brocade
Having lost and taken away -
In heather-ruin,
In heather-streams turned dry.
 
Two-minded friendships
And choking of ugliness, life.
With heat and dryness,
(For severe is the chief),
 
Higher, where mountain-ash
Comelier than King David is!
In heather-gray spots,
In heather-dry seas.
 
2
 
When incensed soul
Drunk on insult became,
When to fight demons
She vowed seven times,
 
Not with the ones, with fiery rains
Flushed into the abyss:
With earthly lowness of days,
With people's bigotries -
 
Trees! I come to you! To be saved
From market cry!
As heart is inspired by your
Wavings up high!
 
God-wrestling oak! Into war
With its root marches!
Willows - my prophetesses!
Virgin-birches!
 
Pine standing in torture,
Elm - wrathful Absalom,
The bitterness of ashberry,
My lips' psalm:
 
To you! Into live-flowing mercury
Of leaves - crumbling although!
To fling open the arms!
The manuscripts to throw!
 
The swarms of green reflections...
Like ones weaving arms!
My bare-headed ones,
My trembling ones!
 
3
 
To swimmers, in a light circle
Having been beaten -
A flock of guardian nymphs - suddenly,
The mantles sweeping
 
A scroll is unrolled – a back they throw
The foreheads and hands
In dance that with defensive blow
Will suddenly end -
 
A long arm put on the thigh...
Drawing out, I scream...
A silver of birches,
Living streams!
 
4
 
Friends! Brotherly multitude!
You, whose waving blows away
The trace of earthly insult. Forest! -
Elysium mine!
 
A drinking buddy of souls
In friendships' loud band -
Having chosen being sober, day
In quiet brotherhood I will end.
 
Ah, from a stomping crowd
In light sacrificial fire
Of groves! In great stillness of
Moss! In the current of pines...
 
The wise tiding of tree! Wood
Prophetic, over the sheer
Gnarling of curves,
Is the perfect life here:
 
Where there's no slavery or deformities,
There, where all is its height,
There, where truth's better seen:
On the days' another side...
 
5
 
Refugees? Messengers?
Respond if you are alive!
The monks on horseback,
Having seen God in groves?
 
How many sandals are running?
How many buildings are on fire?
How many hounds and deer
In the runaway of trees?
 
Forest! You're now a rider!
What people disease
Call: is the last
Convulsion of trees -
 
This - Is a teen in a
Wide dress with nectar fed.
This - at once uprooted
Is the wood!
 
No, another, not flakes
In a day - leafed flood
I see: spears headlong
I see: murmur of blood!
 
And flying as an upturned
Junk heap - who could have seen?
That is Saul after David:
With his death that is tan.
 
6
 
Not with paint or with brush!
Light - his kingdom, it's gray.
Here light violates color
The red leaves - a lie.
 
Color, with light violated.
Light - to fight color on breast.
Is not in this secret
The essence and strength
 
Of autumn forest?
Over the quiet creek of days
Like curtain was torn -
And behind it's scary...
 
Through chasuble of parting
Like seeing a son -
And suddenly words rise:
Elysium and Palestine.
 
A stream... a draft...
Through tremblings small part -
Light, better than death -
And - connection's cut.
 
------------------
 
The autumn grayness,
You, apotheosis of Goethe!
Much was sung here
And was unbound still more.
 
Thus light the gray spots:
Thus family heads - of the son
Last out of seven
The final, very last one
 
Into the last doors -
With rubbed-through light of hands...
(I don't trust paint! Here
Purple - is last of servants!)
 
Not with light already:
They shimmer with some kind of light...
Not in this or the other -
And the connection is cut.
 
-----------------
 
Thus the deserts are lighting
And - I said more than I could:
Cupolas of Elysium
And Palestine's sand.
 
7
 
She woke up and stands
Who slept without dreaming -
In psalm’s strict gradualness,
With rock of seeing -
 
The multitudes of bodies that awaken -
Hands! Hands! Hands!
Like warriors under the hail of arrows,
Ripe for torments.
 
Scrolls of the falling into ashes
Chasubles, see-through like nets.
The old ones’ lashes,
(Of Virgins!) – and not
 
Knowing shame, and hands…
Prophesying – birds!
A horse cart on the pipe of court!
Body till the loins
 
Having wheedled from coffin wraps -
Gray-bearded flight:
Being! - Transportation! - Legion!
Entire tribe
 
Of refugees! - On dearness and rage!
Remember! - Be! - See!
In the evening, on the hill,
Several trees.
 
8
 
Someone is driving - to deadly victory.
Trees have the gestures of tragedy.
Jews - the secret dance! The trees
Have the quivers of mystery.
 
This - is a conspiracy against century:
Weight, count, time, fractions.
This - is a torn curtain:
Trees have coffins’ gestures.
 
Someone's riding. Sky - entry is.
Triumphal gestures have the trees.
 
9
 
With what inspiration,
With what truths of God,
Of what you sound,
The leaves' floods?
 
With what frantic
Sevillian secrets -
Of what you sound,
Of what forget?
 
What's in your fanning?
I know - you heal
Time's insult with
Eternity's chill.
 
But as a young genius having
Risen - you decry
With finger of absence
The beholding's lie,
 
That once anew, like never,
The earth to us did seem.
That underneath the eyelids
Took place conspiracies.
 
That with money of wonder
You would not show off, please!
That underneath the eyelids
Took place the mysteries!
 
And from strength away!
And from urgency away!
Into the flood! - In prophecies
With indirect speeches.
 
Canopy with - leaves?
Did moan Seville?
Avalanches of leaves,
Ruins of leaves...
 




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17.10.2024

Himna za zurke broj 1



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[Strofa 1]
Dakle, pitas se da li je vec otisla ili ne
Kozna jakna, kragna iskocila kao Kantona
Nikad ne znajuci kada da prestanem
Naocare za sunce u zatvorenom prostoru, naravno
Svetla u podovima i znoj na zidovima
Kavezi i stubovi
 

Prekini potragu za svojom dusom ili je ponovo stavi na cekanje
Ona ima lukav dim u zatvorenom prostoru
A ljude koji ovo vode ona naziva svojim najstarijim prijateljima
Pijuckajuci pice i smejuci se izmisljenim salama
Posto su svi signali poslati, njene oci te pozivaju da pridjes
I izgleda kao da su te knedle u grlu
To sto si upravo progutao te je pokrenulo
 

[Refren]
Hajde, hajde, hajde
Hajde, hajde, hajde
Himna za zurke broj jedan
 

[Strofa 2]
Ona je sertifikovani duhovnjak, znajuci dobro da ja ne znam
Mozda sugerise da postoji mesto odakle je mozda poznajes
Samo da se lopta otkotrlja
Pijani monolozi, zbunjeni jer
Nije da se zaljubljujem, samo želim da mi ne učiniš ništa dobro
I izgledas kao da bi mogao
 

[Refren x2]
 

Pogled ljubavi - navala krvi
'Ona je sa mnom' - galski sleže ramenima
Zatvarači - kamera plus
Crno-belo - izbegavanje boja
Devojke za dobar provod - kabine
Kuća zabave - himna za zurke broj jedan
 

Hajde, hajde, hajde
Pre nego što trenutak prođe
Himna za zurke broj jedan
 
17.10.2024

Holivudska beba



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O čemu ti plačeš, bebo
Si se ulenjila
Čisto plavo nebo ali kasne sve naplate
Si primila platu? Imali smo aranžmane
Nećemo da gledamo vesti, samo čitamo izjave
Hoćeš li se zabavljati? Barbika sa Malibua
Hoćeš li spakovati te stvari kad sve počne da se ruši?
Hoćeš li se zabavljati? Barbika sa Malibua
Hoćeš li spakovati te stvari kad sve počne da se ruši?
 

Iskaljuj bes, koga boli kurac
Najbolje je ako to prevaziđeš
 

Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
 

Jel ti gledaš niz planine?
O čemu ti sad cmidriš, cmidriš, cmidriš?
Da li popuštaš pod pritiskom
Sve se ruši, ruši, ruši
 

Iskaljuj bes, koga boli kurac
Najbolje je ako to prevaziđeš
 

Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
 

Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Nikada nećeš uspeti u Holivudu, bebo
Poludeću
Mala, sićušna holivudska beba
Potpuno novi Mercedes
Bio sam kod kuće i ludim
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Oh-oh, oh woah-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh
Whoo!
 
17.10.2024

Dobro jutro, tugo



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Dobro jutro, tugo!
 

Nisam poznavao laskanja ljubavi,
pesme o ljubavi, otrove ljubavi.
Kada je u jednom poljupcu tražila srce,
dala mi je srce, izgubio sam srce.
Od tada, koliko su joj samo
ove oči poklonile zlatnika,
od tada!
 

Dobro jutro, tugo,
prijateljice moje melanholije,
znaš put,
danas ćemo opet biti u društvu!
 

Dobro jutro, tugo,
vratimo se tamo gde sam te jednog dana sreo
i rekao za nju:
„Još me voli.“ I pogrešio sam!
 

Plaču
žuti listovi svuda oko mene,
pitaju
šapat platana: „Gde je?“
videći me s tobom.
 

Dobro jutro, tugo,
prijateljice moje melanholije!
 
16.10.2024

Game Of Life





A vision through the lens, the universe unfolds
I’m in a wonderland aya
My ticket in hand, day or night don’t matter
It’s a paradise anytime
 

Hundreds of advanced machineries
Frantic, flashing in full swing Aya
Scanning, we take our strides
A desire to get to the bottom of it
 

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There’s no way to say sorry
Let em cut the line, jump the queue
If they thrust in force
Chased for life
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy... and lemme tell ya
 

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
I wander dusk till dawn
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
 

Every, everybody up, stay down
Everybody gonna stay high
And everybody up, stay down
Everybody come on come and get some
 

Yeah everybody up, and get your hands in the air
Wave em all around like you just don’t care
Got the Brodie on the track and a rolly in the back
Homie know me as the guy who sees a beat and gon attack
 

(Hold up)
 

Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
Bouncy like the Hooper that be busting out the sturdy
It’s the game of life y’all no need to get wordy
AK and JC we make em worry (for real)
 

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There's no way to say sorry
I ride it my way like a rollercoaster
Be my own master let the joy pour over
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy, and let me tell you
 

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
We in our own zones slayin’
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
 

My homies a bunch, I don’t mind the waiting time
Let it be, whatsoever
I had my fun, my fun is real
Ain’t no lies about it
 

I’m abouta get!
I’m abouta get!
 

I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea
I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea
 

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)
 

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)