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I loved a Shepard girl

I loved a Shepard girl
an envied daughter
and I loved her much
I was a bird without song
a 10 year old boy
 
One day as we sat
in the blooming grass
Maro, let me tell you something
Maro, I told her,
I love you
I'm crazy about you
 
She grabbed me by the waist
kissed me on the mouth
and said: you're still young for seighs,
for love's grief
 
I've grown up and long for her
her heart longs for another
she forgets me like an orphan
but I don't ever forget
her kiss
 

The Fatal Denouement Of Joyless Love And Passion!..

The fatal denouement of joyless love and passion!
Not quiet sadness but an hour of death throe...
Though life's an evil hoax, yet when the heart dies, crashing,
It yearns and hurts and aches, and at the Eden's threshold
It still burns with the flame, that went out long ago.
 
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Bringing joy of Russian music and poetry to the world.
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Jigsaw puzzle

Is that they were, were your hugs
that like saber wounds shattered me
sharp were your looks
I was left torn apart and drowned in crying.
Red and mad, the flame of your mouth
it burned me, and it's my time to quench.
 
I begin a new life
a jigsaw puzzle I have to work on
Far away, away from his influence
that cruel smell that invaded my being.
 
From the weeds came out your promises
germinating sadness in my head.
Your nasty deed took me by surprise,
to hurt, you're very skilled.
How delightful were your caresses
bad news, they were pure malice.
 
I don't want to run towards to you anymore,
I don't want to scream your name anymore.
 
Far away, away from his influence
his love was almost death.
 

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The peg

Your eyes are two headlights
That shine on the garbage dumps
Your feet are two pegs
To tie a lot of cows
Your hair is like a mop
Messy dirty and ugly
Your heart doesn't beat
And is as dangerous as dynamite
 
So long, see you
May a car crash you
May a lighting strikes you
May a train splashes you
 
So long, see you
May a dog bite you
May you be taken by the devil
And marquis skull
 
Your twisted brain,
Is a nest of snakes.
Your stomach doesn't feel hungry,
The excess of bile
Caused it a cramp
Your hands know karate,
May God don't let them kill me
You're a bad fortune bird
If I don't get far I'll die
 
So long, see you
May a car crash you
May a lighting strikes you
May a train splashes you
 
So long, see you
May a dog bite you
May you be taken by the devil
And marquis skull
 
You're not a person
You're only a beast
And I love you till death
I love you dead
 

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Both Love And Joy Exist, My Friend...

Both love and joy exist, my friend,
All that will happen to no end,
Although in other hearts, not ours.
But, dear mate, both you and I
Are just day-dreams of Beauty cry,
Just drops in timeless grails of flowers
That never cease to blossom, no!
In never dying gardens' row.
 
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Bringing joy of Russian music and poetry to the world.
When sharing, please thank & credit: (c) St. Sol @ LT.

Point Blank

Let's not go point blank,
'cause we don't feel it, it doesn't suit us
We're already bursting with
so much irrational fury
 
Heavy bullets, poison iron,
unnatural deaths
Horror tales, I condemn them
so, oh well, the Nobel Peace Prize
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
Where did so much cold blood come from?
Always tempted with the afterlife
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
 
Not so much lead, gentlemen,
so another funeral doesn't touch us
How many of us will stay calm?
End the shooting, I'll say no more
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
Where did so much cold blood come from?
Always tempted with the afterlife
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
 
Cold blood no, brave yes
Cold blood no, brave yes
 
No more, no more, stop shooting
 

The Album

The insides of my eyelids
Focus on your face
Your memory rings like an echo
In my underground orchid garden
Your absence opens a hole
In the middle of my chest
And just closing my eyes
I see you in every blink
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 
An ID photo, a poster on my wall
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Photo in my head and in my wallet
 
In the darkroom far away
I reveal and amplify the past
Though I saved the negatives
I can reproduce you at my side
So absent and so present
Indelible in my mind
You print your features on me
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Perfect framing, harmonious composition
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 
O, because only your photos
Fill the album in my head
In black and white or in color, they shoot my emotion
Only your photos fill the album in my head
I don't need flash though it's night
Why don't you turn off? You're an outpouring of light
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
One with a landscape, unforgettable trip
And that whole-body shot, signed with an 'I love you'
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 

Serious Little Thing

Some what's-his-name was yelling at me,
if I were an ice cream he'd have been sucking me
Another one said I'm a dog,
well, I'll go and bury your bones
 
The super brute has no respect
I flipped over and pegged him in the face
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
 
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
 
Serious little thing
Serious little thing
Serious little thing
 
In the newspaper it came out that even more of this happened to him
For going around making dirty catcalls, his mushroom head got cut off
And although a bit exaggerated, I think he was looking for it
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
 
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
 
Serious little thing
[repeat]
 

Taste of joy

When love knocks at the door for the first time
How blissful is that state of mind
When you're kissing me, and
Immediately, the whole world
Is brightening around
Sadness and fear disappear
When you hold my hand
Your kiss is already rising me to the stars
Now I know, I feel that
For the first time
 
Refrain:
What kind of taste the love has
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
If yes, or no
I won't reply to you today
Thoughts don't let me sleep
I'm daydreaming
'Cause the fate finally
Wants to give us something from heart
When you're one step away (close to me)
The time stops
And my kiss is already rising you to the stars
Now you know
You feel it for the first time
 
Refrain:
What kind of taste the love has
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
And when we'll run out of breath
Let the flow of the words stop
And paint the smile on (my) face
And give me happiness
See for yourself
 
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the joy has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has, yeah
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
Greetings from Poland. If You see any mistake, just let me know or improve the translation. Thanks! | Pozdrav iz Poljske! Ako vidite neku grešku, javite mi se ili jednostavno ispravite prijevod. Hvala!

Deported

Phoebus:
In the name of the King
The sentence of the Court
of Paris, I've in my hand
Esmeralda
You are accused of witchcraft, and shall be hanged
As for the ones without documents, you shall be...
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported!
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
 

Condemned*

Clopin:
Condemned
Arrested
Accused
Locked away
Dispossessed
Driven out
Exiled
Deported
The color
Of my skin
Against the
Color of yours
The song
That you sing
Against the one
That I dance
The pain
Of exile
Under the grey skies
Of Paris
 
How to make a world
Where racism is no more?
How to make a world
Without exclusion of any kind?
 
Humiliated
Rejected
Brought
Made to submit
Outraged
Tortured
Crushed
Broken
Massacred
My country which I still carry
In my soul, in my body
Your country, which offers me
Fatality and death
From the love of my god
To the rancor of your god
 
How to make a world
Where racism is no more?
How to make a world
Without exclusion of any kind?
 
Condemned
Arrested
Accused
Locked away
Dispossessed
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
 
Condemned
Condemned