Vladimir Vysotsky - Pritcha o Pravde i Lzhi (Притча о Правде и Лжи) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Parable about Truth and Falsehood
Delicate Truth dressed in the beautiful clothes,
To the pitiful, orphans, and cripples to bring some delight.
Coarse Falsehood this Truth to its home once lures
Like: hey, why don't you stay with me overnight!
And trusting Truth went to sleep like a baby,
Drooling and smiling happily in her dreams.
Sneaky Falsehood for herself pulled the blanket,
Bit into the Truth and, till quite satisfied, had her fill.
Falsehood got up and made ugly faces -
Woman like woman, nothing special here to behold?!
There isn't any difference visible between them,
Of course, that's if you view them in nude, I'm told.
Golden ribbons from braids were cunningly taken,
Falsehood took Truth's clothes which happened to fit.
Money took and her watch, along with all identifications,
Falsehood spit, roughly cursed, and finally split.
It was in the morning when Truth realized what was stollen
And surprised, she looked at herself, business-like, -
Someone already somewhere got hold of the black tar,
Smeared clean Truth, but it could have been worse.
Truth kept laughing when they threw at her stones
- it's all Falsehood, and what she wears is my own clothes!...
Two blessed colleagues were making reports
All the while cursing Truth with a string of bad words.
Bitch they called her, and worse than bitch
They smeared her with tar, sicked the dogs after her.
So there wouldn't be a trace of her stay,
She is to be evicted, sent away within a day.
That report ended with the hurtful tirade
(By the way, Truth was charged with an extra, if not her own, offense):
They say, some scum calls herself Truth,
But she got so drunk that she woke up in the nude.
Naked Truth wept, swore her innocence, denied accusations,
For a long time, she was sick, vagabond, penniless.
Dirty Falsehood, having a thoroughbred stollen,
Galloped away on the Arabian's long and thin legs.
Some odd-ball till this day still fights for the Truth, -
Although, his speeches, they have little worth.
- Pure Truth, the time of her triumph will be certain to come,
If only she would do all that the Falsehood has done.
Frequently, sharing a bottle with brothers,
You won't even know where you'll crash for the night.
You might lose your clothes - this is pure truth, friends!
Lo and behold, your pants are worn by the underhanded Falsehood,
Lo and behold, your watch tells time to the treacherous Falsehood,
Lo and behold, your noble steed carries the insidious Falsehood.
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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)
16.10.2024
Villain
Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting
Tired of that face, so fake, plotting all day, enough! Give me a break (Figured out the game)
Over with, fooling around, having my best moment, don’t give a dame (Yeah you got that right)
Go dazzling, be the central focus (Shining around)
Be the light, climb up the peak to shine (This good night)
Yeah it’s my villain era, it’s my time
I can’t care less life and death
Do a little wink, little dance to catch ya
Defying rules, I do not bother
Sparing my time on things I like
It’s my era
Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting
I’m scared of that chase, hurry, pushing, falling, clashing, wearing me out (Figured out the game)
Exploring, fooling around, rushing, getting broken, I’ve seen enough (Yeah you got that right)
I’m a tough boy, be a real boy
Do you wanna join me? Have real joy
If you like it, come and get it
Everybody knows it, just a gambit
I’m a tough boy, be a real boy
Do you wanna join me? Have real joy
If you like it, come and get it
Everybody knows it, just a gambit
Yeah it’s my villain era, it’s my time
I can’t care less life and death
Do a little wink, little dance to catch ya
Defying rules, I do not bother
Sparing my time on things I like
It’s my era
Inborn dislike against boredom
Come on baby, Imma show you how (yeah)
Having all the fun
In my own way, just straightaway
It’s my era
Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting (You got that right)
16.10.2024
Beggar
When they see you from afar,
what could they be jealous of?
Of your empty and fake life?
Once the crowd's gone,
you once again embrace loneliness.
Does anyone see, that you aren't happy?
Memories and expensive clothes I'll give away
to the poor like a piece of bread.
I'm not one of those women,
to whom you toss change (for them) to get ready!
Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid (piece of) garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain on you!
Be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
You're overdoing the alcohol,
you drink and cheat.
You always have some sort of excuse...
During the day, I'm a stranger,
during the night, you fall on my feet.
And all of you, the wealthy, also cry!
Memories and expensive clothes I'll give away
to the poor like a piece of bread.
I'm not one of those women,
to whom you toss change (for them) to get ready!
Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid piece of garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain!
(For you) To be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid piece of garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain!
(For you) To be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
16.10.2024
Dance, maiden, dance
Dance, maiden, dance, maiden, dance,
to what I’m singing
dance, gentle girl, dance, gentle maiden,
to what I’m singing.
Whirl around lightly, buoyantly to the sound,
the sound of the waves of the sea.
Feel the affectionate sighing
of the frolicking breeze
that speaks to the heart
in a languishing tone,
and that invites you to a dance
without ceasing, without ceasing,
that invites you to a dance.
Dance, gentle girl, dance, gentle maiden,
to what I’m singing.
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