MiyaGi - В последний раз (Last time) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Last time
Endshpil:
And I would share the grief…
And I would share the grief…
What is there in the distance? I saw catchlights - a reflection of the beam from the water.
People predict, but opposite have happened again.
The pages will adopt my madness.
My dream blows and pours on all around uselessly.
What day will bring there?
Bringing the common way of live in return,
the blind poet defends his hands, and this time
the cold routine of the city vanity is closer to him
than the family, because he doesn’t have it, alas.
This empty, at first glance, tired soldier gives rise,
and it’s used to not to trust him.
But as you know, therefore, all this luxury is the breaking point, and cheap ones will break, I did not want to know them.
Hey, my caste is much higher.
The jangline of coins - manwhore, pawns out,
often the king in crowning - master.
And if so, enjoy, tired people.
I am right among my brave brothers.
Chorus:
And I would share the grief and get the joy
in the most stormy day, in most unpappy hour,
embrace relatives for the last time and hold myself,
wash with meltwater. God is our judge.
Miyagi:
A lot of shit people speak ill behind the back.
But why, answer me. Send their regards, send their regards.
I put an end of motherfucker’s smiles roughly.
Do not call me brother in the megaphone here,
do not call me friend in public.
How can I believe you, if the mind figured out at once:
Vasily you are Judas, get out of here, roll up, where you rolled up.
I am faithful to the truth, and the family will prompt who shouldn’t be allowed to come near, so as not to blot the biofield.
Better one, but true, otherwise - fuck this.
I put the thorns in my pocket,
the mountains turn into dust for my brother.
If I am crucified, I will die peacefully nevertheless,
because my brothers can summarize.
Any question is not a question, indeed, for us.
Peaceful sky you over your heads, pack!
Without looking, I will put my head on the chopping block.
I am sure the executioner will fucking die right before the swing.
Chorus
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18.03.2025
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it live
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it live
Let it fly
In the middle of bullseye
Swishes right through the hoop*
I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the grand longing
I share a room with you
I share a shirt with you
Until I depart into the rain
I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the sad mop and the moon
I watch as the rock breathes
I watch as fingers leave prints
I watch everything over again
I listen closely to sky and earth
I everything doesn't fit into the cranium
One can hide their face in their shirt
Even a chair can be a friend
With it one can laugh and cry
One can watch a movie on the ceiling
And feel the rain in one's soul
A mosquito flies with us
It would like a drop of our blood
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it live
Let it fly
I left you behind
I left you behind
And went away
Sometimes you just have to leave to see
Open the door and walk into the rain
I remember your gaze
I remember your agony
I remember the throe in one's** soul
I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the tranquil moon
18.03.2025
Italian Twist
(Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.)
Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
I took a trip to Italy
and what do you think I saw?
Well, everybody was doin' the twist
from nine to ninety-four.
Oh, you should see Sophia twist,
she swings from north to south
and when Gina shakes her hips,
the boys all twist and shout.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
In Rome, I met a fella
they called Chubby Knock
and when he starts to do the twist,
the girl begins to yell.
And when I went to Venice town,
I saw the strangest sight:
gondaliers were twistin' 'round
and singin' through the night.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
18.03.2025
Cherries
Another one of those
Who wrecks you entirely
And doesn't stay to fix things
I'll say it to you straight
You deserve better
This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
There's still feelings, but
You'll get over it
Even though you don't think so yet
A new door opens when
One closes behind you
Mmm, yeah
This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Let it go if it hurts
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Time to choose yourself first
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
18.03.2025
Open a Path for You
Exhausted from each other like this , receiving back gossip and mockery
I don’t get a bit of comfort or carefree satisfaction
Letting go of everything, I make an effort even though I know it will collapse
Longing for ambiguity, but I still always stand and wait
(Loving) each other deeply, then split in two, I thought that love wouldn’t fade
Caring to the point of being superficial, so I also don’t know who to blame
Many tragedies and comedies fall upon my shoulders, I bear the numbness of the whole sky
I have to make a way, sending you off, hoping to be reconciled
Since the day you left, I toss and turn at every thought
A piercing pain in my heart, I don’t see peace or leisure anywhere
Since the day you became far away, I fell apart on a pouring rainy afternoon
Deep years and months disappeared with the cold sunset
The emptiness of late nights, I silently light a few drops of spare oil
My heart burns out, I have to embrace sorrow alone
The shaky love story split the two of us, each person on one branch
Disasters and misfortunes, why must I be the one to bear them?