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Waiting for Stevie


You can be loved by everyone
And not feel, not feel love
You can be told by everyone
And not hear a word from above
 
Swallowed up by the sound cutting holes in the clouds
Finds herself in the song, hears her own voice rising
 
You can be loved by everyone
And still not feel, not feel love
You can relate, but still can't stop
Or conquer the fear you are what you're not
 
Would have to take an act of faith
To find relief and escape the blame
Words follow her down, needs to shake 'em off now, now
This godforsaken town, don't deserve her anyhow
 
Calling on a messenger
Awaiting on a face (Ah-ah-ah)
That she could trust, a messenger
For her love, her love
 
Oh, you can be loved by everyone
And not feel, feel love
You can be told to not give up
And still not hear a word from above
You can't take or give what you got
Dissolve the fear you are what you're not
No, you can be loved by everyone
And not feel, feel love
 
You can be loved
You, you can be loved
You, you can be loved
You, you can be loved
You
 
Sometimes I feel something, at times I feel there are lies
Be mighty, be humble, be mighty humble
Yeah, yeah
 



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22.11.2024

Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)





The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2
 


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The Cossack rode off to war (prolonged)





The Cossack rode off to war,
Said: 'Farewell, my dear girl.
Oh farewell, dark-browed maiden, |
I'm off to foreign lands. | 2
 

I'm off to foreign lands',
'Oh go, my sweet one, dark-browed one, |
And return to Ukraine'. | 2
 

'Give me, my dear, a kerchief,
Perhaps I'll perish in battle,
The dark night will cover my eyes, |
And I'll rest easier in the grave. | 2
 

I'll rest easier in the grave',
Oh on that grave a dark crow |
Sits sadly and caws. | 2
 

Sits sadly and caws,
Oh no one hears, oh no one sees, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
 

Where the Cossack's body lies,
Halya walks, the girl who cries every evening, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
 


22.11.2024

The Cossack returned from a campaign (joking song)





The cossack was coming from campaign
During frost and bad weather
Almost freezing to death - (2)
He walked into the pub.
 

He took off his uniform and the glasses,
Broke the uniform to shreds,
And he went to dance. | 2
 

After he danced and jumped enough
He said goodbye to a beatiful maiden,
He stepped out onto the porch,
Whistled into the ring –
A black horse comes running.
 

He mounts the horse,
But the horse gambols under him
By the green meadow,
By the green meadow!
 

Oh, across the meadow, meadow, meadow,
The girls sit all around.
He didn't find the girls,
So he went to the widow.
 

He kissed and caressed her,
Pulled her by the shoulders,
They shouted, 'Hurrah!' | 2
 

Oh hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
A misfortune has occurred,
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But not a small one either.
 

That this Saturday
We finished all the work,
And rushed to the tavern. | 2
 

We drank tea, ate rolls,
Cheated the tavern keeper,
Smoked tobacco. | 2
 

After smoking tobacco,
We lay on our sides –
And that's the whole story,
It ended.
 

‒ Roll around!
 


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Someone loved me





Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
 

Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
 

Someone loved me
Something was reborn
 

And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
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Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary