Marina Tsvetayeva - Стихи о Москве (Stikhi a Moskve) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Translation

Poems About Moscow

1

Clouds - all around,
Cupolas - around,
Over all Moscow
Many arms are wound!-
I am lifting you, my best burden you
Oh my little tree
Flying weightlessly!

In this wonder-town,
In this peaceful town,
Where if I were dead
I'd be happy one,
To be king for you, and to grieve for you,
A wreath to take on,
Oh my one firstborn!

You to Sacrament bow
Do not blacken brows
And all forty - count -
Forty churches now.
You with steps do walk - with a young one's walk -
All the many thrills
Of the seven hills.

Time will come for you:
And the daughters - too
You will give Moscow
With sweet sorrow.
My sleep by my will, like a ringing bell,
Early dawns above -
On the Vagankov.

2

From my hands - not a hand-created town,
My gorgeous brother, my strange one.

Upon the church - Forty times forty, side by side,
And pigeons that above them glide.

And Spassky - with flowers - gate,
Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat.

The starry belltower - haven from sin -
Where from the people's kisses floor is clean.

Incomparable five-cathedral round
Accept, my ancient and inspired friend.

To Unexpected Joy in the garden
I'll lead my guest from foreign land.

The sleepless bells will ring, will shine
The cupolas of gold very fine,

And a cloth will be dropped by Mother of God
Upon you from the purple clouds.

And you will get up, full of divine power..
And you won't repent that you were my lover.

2

From my hands - not a hand-created town,
My gorgeous brother, my strange one.

Upon the church - Forty times forty, side by side,
And pigeons that above them glide.

And Spassky - with flowers - gate,
Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat.

The starry belltower - haven from sin -
Where from the people's kisses floor is clean.

Incomparable five-cathedral round
Accept, my ancient and inspired friend.

To Unexpected Joy in the garden
I'll lead my guest from foreign land.

The sleepless bells will ring, will shine
The cupolas of gold very fine,

And a cloth will be dropped by Mother of God
Upon you from the purple clouds.

And you will get up, full of divine power..
And you won't repent that you were my lover.

4

The day will come - a sad day, they say!
They'll finish ruling, finish crying, burn away -
Chilled with the others' nickels all the same -
My eyes, moveable like the flame.
And - like a double as his double he does sense -
The likeness will appear through light face.
O, I at last will merit thee,
A gorgeous belt of beauty!

And from afar - do I envy you? -
Absent-mindedly baptizing, will pull
A pilgrimage along the road black
To my hand, which I surely won't draw back,
To my hand, on which the ban no longer sits,
To my hand, that no more exists.

Your kisses, O the living ones,
I won't oppose at first - not one.
The majesty's beautiful shawl
Has shrouded me from head to heel.
Nothing will make me blush, today
I have a holy Easter day.

Along the streets of left-alone Moscow
I will drive forth, and you will slowly go.
And none will lag behind along the road,
And on coffin's roof will thunder the first stone -

And sleep, self-loving and lonely
Will be resolved finally.
And nothing will be needed to Marina
Our newly-introduced ballerina.

5

Above the city Peter cursed to hell
Rolled the delirious thunder of the bells.

Turned over thundering the high tide of the sea
Above the woman that was rebuked by thee.

To Peter and to you, O Tsar, praise be!
But bells are higher still than both of ye.

While they are ringing still out of the blue -
Indisputable, Moscow's primogeniture.

And sixteen hundred churches, near and far
All laugh at puny hubris of the tsars.

6

The rain of bells drizzles above
The blue of near-Moscow groves.
Blind men wander the Kaluga road -

Beautiful - Kaluga - song, and the same
Washes and washes the names
Of peaceful wanderers, in darkness of ones praising God.

And I think at these times: Someday I
Of you, friends, and you, enemies, having tired,
And of compliance of Russian word -

A silver cross on my chest I will don
Cross myself and quietly go along
The old Kaluga road.

7

Seven hills - just like seven bells!
Belltowers on the seven bells.
Sixteen hundred of them, to count them all.
Full of bells are these Moscow's seven hills!

In the ringing, fine-gold day of John
The Baptist was born. House like gingerbread,
And around a hedge, and around a hedge,
And the churches there stand with golden heads.

And as nuns were pouring to dining hall,
The first ringing I did love, I did love
And the sorceress from a neighbor's yard
And hot sleep and noise in the stove.

Do conduct me, all you imbecile,
Thieving, flagellant Moscow crowd!
Priest, shut my mouth more tightly still
With the ringing-bell Moscow's ground!

8

Moscow - what a giant
And strangely-mannered home!
In Russia all are homeless.
We all to you will come.

A knife behind a boot-leg,
A shoulder brand in shame.
From far away us all
You will call all the same.

Upon the penal brandings,
On every kind of ill -
A baby Panteleimon
We have, O man who heals,

And there behind that door,
Where all the people pour -
There the fine golden heart
Is burning of Iver.

And 'Halleluiah' pours
Upon the fields grown tan.
I kiss you in the bosom,
O the Moscow land!

9

With a red brush
The mountain-ash burned:
The leaves were falling
And I was born.

Hundreds of belltowers
Argued at least.
It was the Saturday:
John the Baptist.

And in my teeth now
I want to crush
The hot ashberry's
Bitter brush.

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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

100 gecs - Hollywood Baby Превод текста

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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!

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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!

Anson Kong - Game Of Life Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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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)