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Tricoloured Dream

Red, blue and apricot -
Colors of Armenian independence.
I saw a dream, that self-sufficient
Armenia becomes again
 
That in all its splendor will flourish
Its blooming fields,
And from the beginning starts live
Armenian nation by its destiny
 
That and the azure skies
Masis will finally smile,
Because freely it will live...
Oh, would it stay a dream indeed?..
 
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Here again, I'm in Jerusalem

Here again, I'm in Jerusalem,
Upon all the things, under two thousand stars in the skies
Among sparkling gold, eternal and great
When we find ourselves in Jerusalem, we can understand everything
Ravishing land, beautiful city of creation,
And within my heart pray is flowing,
Everything here is saint, simple, pure and warm,
Here it is Israel, and Jerusalem in its heart, that will shine forever
 
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I know, that someday your just demand will be solved

I know, that someday your just demand will be solved,
That in your old-aged eyes I will see the shine,
And the desired peace star of our lives will ascend,
And give its light to all the nations in our world unite
 
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They Call Me Cuba (v2)

I come from where the sun warms the land
And from there where the heart beats more sincerely
I come from where the Son spends hours
Wooing the Rumba, singing to her that Bolero
 
I bring my religion and hope
Mixed with my drum and my melody
I just want you to know how it feels
When your soul is full of all of my Cuban spirit
 
I am a pure Cuban
And my roots I'll defend with my life
I am Cuban and wherever I may be
I will sing to my beloved Cuba
 
I come from where the sun warms the land
The land I was born in, where I will live
That's why I now bring you my song
So that you know the reason why they call me Cuba
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
You have to have been born in Cuba
You have to have lived in Cuba
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
You have to read by heart Martí's work, Guillén's prose
Look for a guayabera shirt and a palm-leaf hat
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
So that it reaches your heart, brother
You have to have been born in Cuba
You have to have lived in Cuba
 
A true Cuban gives his life for his land
He lives straight and true, ready for combat
And he holds tight to his flag
 
Eh
May the Mambo go even higher
Listen to it!
Look!
 
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
That's for sure
They call me Cuba
What was that
Cuba is my name
That's what they call me, my friend
 
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
Hands up in the air Cuba
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
That's who I am
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
No matter what they say
A Cuban
A Cuban I'll always be
Forward
From San Antonio to Maisí
A Cuban
I will always defend you
Forward
No matter what state the world is in
A Cuban
And the street is on fire
Forward
Cuban move forward (Cuban) living in the hills
Forward
For we were never cowards
 
(Trumpet solo - La Bayamesa)
 
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
First class
 
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
 
Cuban
Stop joking
Forward
Stop jesting
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
 
Cuban
Long live Cuba
Forward
You know where I come from
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Because I put on a palm-leaf hat
And I wear a guayabera shirt, which is what there is
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Because I sing to you from my heart
In a sincere way which is what it was
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Let them know this even in China, goodness!
I'm first class
And listen to how they say
Pay attention to how the world says
I'm first class
I'm first class
 

Winter

Versions: #2
As a little girl, in town, winter is weeping
Cold freezes the veins of blocks and streets
And I am counting steps to you, to live till morning
Somewhere, due to this cold, we each other missed.
 
Winter is again in town
Winter, but I am ready
I'll return, nothing to it
Again in town on my own
Winter...
Winter is back in town...
 
White roofs, roads, show bills, bridges
Days whirl against the wind over the white town
All has changed, but my thoughts are quite simple
To be next to you, to be together, to be touching you
 
Winter is again in town
Winter, but I am ready
I'll return, nothing to it
Again in town on my own
Winter...
Winter is back in town...
3x
 
Winter is back in town...
 
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Audrey Hepburn Complex

A cracked head is a phase
Of a cruel hangover on a day like this
Things like falling in love
My goodness! How could I?
Things like being with you
 
Things like falling in love with the attention
Are the kind of things I can't tell anybody
Things like falling in love
My goodness! How could I?
The fold of my heels
Look like high heels
 
My goodness! How could I?
 
Like the weather report
Nobody believe this kind of things
Things like falling in love
My goodness! How could I?
Things like being with you
 
Surely everyone will laugh
Saying that it's something similar to measles
Things like falling in love
My goodness! How could I?
Somehow it looks like
A monday of downpour
 
My goodness! How could I?
 
I'll marry tomorrow
On a busy day like this
Things like falling in love
My goodness! How could I?
After all I'll end burning
Like a souffle
 
Because these things always happen to me
My goodness! How could I?
Honestly I'm unlucky
I beg your pardon!
 

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My rose

My rose is such a pretty girl
That her coffin
Is maybe a golden safe
In it sleeps my golden rose
Golden freckles on her rosey cheek
 
And sometimes i ask for a kiss
My rose is a poison, sweet
Her coffin is open wide
Crying in there i lie too
 
The ribbon of my rose
Flies in the wind, storm tosses it
My rose loved it so much
(but) it's no longer on her hair.
 
And sometimes i barely beg
My rose to arrive home
Her coffin is open wide
She lies there too, crying
 
My rose is such a pretty girl
If she hugs me, my heart bursts
She'll put me into bed,
And she'll hug me once again
 
And sometimes if i think i see her
My rose in summer's wind
Her coffin is open wide
We both lie in it, crying
 

Clouds Drift Lazily and Sorely

Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
My horse is so tired, snorts under me,
Sometime-ago shelter dear to me?
And there, far away, in the thicket of forest
A trace of a sung song wind carries.
 
It seems if the voice was silent,
It would be difficult to breathe,
And horse, snorting, would fall to the ground,
And I would be unable to ride!
 
Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
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What I Have to Say

I don't know who would need it and what was their reason,
Who's sent them to their deaths with unquivering hand,
They've been granted no mercy when people were easing
Their bodies in wet graveyard sand.
 
Cautious onlookers silently kept adjusting their fur coats,
And some woman from motley crowd with contorted pale face
Kissed the blue lips of her beloved, the deceased [one] she used to dote,
And she threw her gold wedding ring at the chaplain apace.
 
They were covered with green fir boughs and with dirty sand layers,
Then spectators went home to discuss on the sly
That it's high time to end all this [sad] disgrace and say prayers,
That the famine is coming soon and we'll have to scrape by.
 
And no one had a simple thought just to get down on his knees
And to tell these deceased young boys that in this dismal land
Even glorious feats are just steps to endless abysses,
To the Spring that is out of reach, that is splendid and grand.
 
I don't know who would need it and what was their reason,
Who's sent them to their deaths with unquivering hand,
Only they had no mercy when people were easing
Their bodies in wet graveyard sand.
 
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Whole

[Verse 1: Alex Rose]
I know you, I see it on your face
Don't behave with me, you can be bad
I will be yours for tonight
You'll let go before you unfasten the belt
Tell me which poses you like
I know she has a boyfriend, but I prefer her
I will be yours tonight
 
[Chorus: Alex Rose]
You let yourself go, baby, 'cause today I want to eat you whole
He does it for you just half, I kiss you whole
Stay with me and I pitched to you all
No one like you, you win them all
That's why, baby, I want to eat you whole
He does it for you just half, I kiss you whole
Stay with me and I pitched to you all
You tell me, little baby, and we're doing it all
To eat you whole, yeh
 
[Verse 2: Alex Rose]
The whole world loves you 'cause no one's like you
And for you I suck up powers and bring you the moon down
There's a lot of women, the life is just one
And just tell me yes so that I put you for once
Little baby, just let me know, so as to climb the crystals
Turn on and take off my shirt, I want you to be my submissive one
If you want, take your time, calm yourself, don't be in hurry
The night is young and your jevo* doesn't get it
That bastard is feka* does not have what it seems,
You are a lot for him, that's what they comment
 

Death by Fire Extinguisher

To extinguish the fire in Marilou's ass
One night no longer able to take the jealousy
I ran to the hallway of the hotel to take from its mount
The fire extinguisher
 
Brandishing the cylinder
I strike paff and Marilou starts moaning
From her dented cranium escapes a vermilion blood
Identical to the red bleeding from the appliance
She has a last somersault on the linoleum, an ultimate tremor
I push on the throttle, the body of Marilou disappears under the foam
 

Tell me , how it is even possible

Tell me how it is even possible
since you are gone
since you are gone for so long,
to always be in my empty house
to hug me and to kiss you.
Tell me how it is even possible.
 
Crazy and barmy
enchanted by you
I tear and I hurt
I shout and I laugh
I shout and I laugh
and I cry and I talk in my sleep
 
Tell me how it is even possible
since you are gone
to still say that you love me
and to be given, to surround you
this body which you have no feelings for.
Tell me how it is even possible
 

Thorny flowers

Versions: #2
But you once told me
That flowers don't hurt
I hid myself in the flowers
You found me in the flowers.
 
But tell me how it is, then,
With thorny flowers
Thorny flowers
Which leave blood?
 
A rug of passionate poppies
Lies itself out for us
Again,
We marvel, pleasant and naked,
Jumping from flowers to flowers.
 
But thorny flowers which leave blood in our palms,
We weave them, why?
Into white crowns
To stick into hair.
 
I picked you once
With the flowers of longing,
We are on the good path,
But we have something more.
 
Now you also know
How the thorny flowers are,
If we pick them,
They shed blood.
 
But you told me once,
What did you tell me?
What did you tell me?
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

She hides her heart

I think that she has it in her purse
Or in her pant pocket
Maybe it remained, forgotten, in the drawer
In the closet or the bedroom
 
In general, she doesn't wear it
So she carries her chest empty
I think that she doesn't find it good anymore
Because someone else broke it easily before
 
And I still try to make her feel something
I don't understand
I'd like someone to tell me
 
Where she hides her heart
But I've gotten lost
For how much I've tried
To find it
But she, she hides her heart
 
She told me, my dear, I don't want you always
But seriously, it's really hard for me
I've forgotten how to love, I've forgotten how to be
I wonder what I feel, believe me, I don't know
 
I don't let it leave--it can't
She looks under her eyelashes in the night
Her body burns cold, the smile roasts me
My soul freezes
 
And I still try to make her feel something
I don't understand
I'd like someone to tell me
 
Where she hides her heart
But I've gotten lost
For how much I've tried
To find it
But she, she hides her heart
 
Where she hides
Where she hides her heart
Where she hides
Where she hides her heart
Where she hides
Where she hides her heart
 
I think that she has it in her purse
Or in her pant pocket
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Snitching Is Not My Lifestyle

You know my husky voice
You know my voice when I call you
You know my normal voice
You know my voice with autotune
Number eight bitch I am prepared
All things go as it should be
She wants to be the mother of my daughter
Euro's that I drop, I just want head
Bitch (This Chicago, nigga!)
 
Snitching is a lifestyle that I do not do
You know how I smoke bitch white Evisu
I gave your bitch the thunder just like Pichu
You girl crawls into my pockets, I will not allow it
 
Oh no, Ronnie is going to throw money
This girl is godless
Me and my niggers say: oh, jee
She says she fucks with B-Brave
These are not my homies
I'm honest and okay, if you aren't ... ey, nigga fuck that shit
She no longer wants to cry for a boy
I do not want to fight for a girl anymore
 
I know your long hair, in the morning with your fluff
What they say, it is true: Yung Sneuv 'is not the right one
Far from, bitch
I'm worse than you
That's how it is, and it was never different
Now this is: shouf shouf, away from me
Nigga is a snitch, can not hang with you
I'm in that motherfucker
And you bitch can not stop sucking
I'm with Vani, my savage
Make sure he does not let anything clap
Because niggers have nothing in the pavements
Only the shoes on our two feet
And I do not want new passes
Now I sure can take ten
 
Oh no, Ronnie is going to throw money
This girl is divorced from God
Me and my niggers say: oh, jee
She says she fucks with B-Brave
These are not my homies
I'm honest and okay, if you aren't ... ey, nigga fuck that shit
She no longer wants to cry for a boy
I do not want to fight for a girl anymore
 

With Cupid Arrow,

Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!
 
I open my eyes, hello,
Wings, arrows, I'm dressed,
I climb higher than ever,
I'm above the clouds.
I spread my wings and slightly,
Colour heavens,
I see the picture on the ground-
He is leaving and she is in pain,
But in life Iplay apart-
To fly and shoot,
To join the hearts!!!
 
Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 
As my arrow would have pierced,
Like a boomerang it became for me,
Suddenly you in my heart.
Somewhere there on Earth
You'll remember me-
The arrow is flying towards you!!!
 
Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 
Don't cry rain-
For I'm with him
Fighting with my sadness and longing.
I believe somewhere there,
Deep in my soul,
Will come to me that bright love!!
 
But I will get the target
With Cupid arrow
I'll open for you
The secret of love!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 

Stand on the Moon

Let me go, let me go
Where there is no gravity
Let me go, I fill my glass
Until we come out of the fog
 
Can you look for me on Google Maps?
I am on my way to a place called success
I do not know where we are going
Coming from the bottom, somewhere down there
But we want to stand on the moon, we want to stand on the moon
And I want to dance with the stars tonight
I want to look at clouds from above
 
Shout out that nigger Boaz
I am Eastern as Don de Baron
Aunts no longer ask why
Hockey girls know the sum
I throw a baby stack in the club
Otherwise I will not go there anymore
Because without contours in the disco
Kill that torie makes me tired
Niggers want to get their opinion online
Nigger fock the opinion of all those smiles
I hope that bullets fly through your front yard
You and your laptop to the gallemoos
My father did not say much, he was not to be seen
My mother said: Ronnie you can not lie
So I tell you with all my love
I pick your girl in all her choosing
Young nigger yung nigger deep in the struggle
I eat bread on the street, but I prefer to eat mussels
In the summer of 2013 I want to go to Suriname as Ulrich van Gobbel
Young nigger young nigger came on the scene
So many hits, give those rappers migraine
Maybe I'm running with Geus for that money
You did not want to know me a few years ago
My sister
 
Let me go, let me go
Where there is no gravity
Let me go, I fill my glass.
Until we come out of the fog
 
Can you look for me on Google Maps?
I am on my way to a place, called success
I do not know where we are going
Coming from the bottom, somewhere down there
But we want to stand on the moon, we want to stand on the moon
And I want to dance with the stars tonight
I want to look at clouds from above
 
The party never stops
They say: never say never
Maybe I'll become a juror at The Voice
Young nigga do your best
Because I still have so much to solve until that time
Ronnie raises it with the umpteenth girl
Sometimes I struggle with reality
Things that only my nigga Polska understands
So I talk to a nigga
Grab a bite with a nigga
Put a tag team, fall asleep with a nigga
When I drop something I get hatred of some nigga's
But I didn't use to be out on the street with those nigga's
We all want to get rich
Everyone wants to vacation
What do you want to hear from me?
I am just a nigga in action
Where do I go if I do not succeed?
Not you, but my grandmother fills my stomach when I have nothing
Think before you say shit
We come from pink cakes and six packs, swag
So I make sure it stays cozy
And that I write Capelle in all my texts
Whether I get my dream for half of it
I make sure I remain myself
 
Let me go, let me go
Where there is no gravity
Let me go, I fill my glass
Until we come out of the fog
 
Can you look for me on Google Maps?
I am on my way to a place called success
I do not know where we are going
Coming from the bottom, somewhere down there
But we want to stand on the moon, we want to stand on the moon
And I want to dance with the stars tonight
I want to look at clouds from above
 

Under the sunset

I have a lost gaze under sunglasses
Which reflect the path on which I run blankly after the past
Beaten by the wind and the sun
But know that it doesn't hurt me
As much as when I lost you
 
I don't hear you
I don't see you anymore
All that counts now has been lost in time
And I dive into colors
I breathe only memories of then, since you
 
Left under the sunset
And left me with the stars
You didn't tell me where you're going
Since then, I've been looking for you
To finish what we started
 
Left under the sunset
And left me with the stars
You didn't tell me where you're going
Since then, I've been looking for you
To finish what we started
 
In your wake, through my chest
Know that you left only waves of shivers
I see how I bring to the shore our hopes
To fill my heart, lacking beats
But I know that one day you will return
In the place in which I thought I lost you
And if our time is limited
Come on, let's do it all!
All that we didn't do last year
 
I don't hear you
I don't see you anymore
All that counts now has been lost in time
And I dive into colors
I breathe only memories of then, since you
 
Left under the sunset
And left me with the stars
You didn't tell me where you're going
Since then, I've been looking for you
To finish what we started
 
Left under the sunset
And left me with the stars
You didn't tell me where you're going
Since then, I've been looking for you
To finish what we started
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Among your sunshiny lakes

Among your sunshiny lakes
I'm a tree, flourishing by love
Among your motley fields
I'm a flower, blossoming by shine
 
Among your honeyed valleys
I'm milk, tenderly flowing
Among your violaceous skies
I'm a cloud, sejant on your mountains
 
Among your ravishing mountains
I'm a full moon, yellowed by gold
And there's neither end, nor start
For life lived among love
 
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I fell in love with Ukraine

I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
I adore to drink down the hatch
All of your wines!
 
I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
Infinite plains,
Golden domes!
 
I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
Amazing power,
The most beautiful land!
 
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Meaningless Words

Versions: #3
Pour a little magic into that crystal wine glass,
Mirrors are reflecting the shimmering candle light.
I'm tired of issuing meaningless words.
My flame has burned out, and you've not relighted it.
 
Meaningless words are the essence of falsehoods.
Meaningless words are easy for me to say.
Meaningless words. But just don't misjudge me.
Meaningless words. I'll soon finish talking.
 
Your doorbell won't be ringing.
You won't hear me hurrying to visit.
Just don't tell me, when our end is beginning.
No hurry for meaningless words to resolve our fate.
 
Think of a time of tenderness, of spring,
Of matted grass, cornflowers with their aroma,
Centuries old, scattered everywhere.
Meaningless words, meaningless love.
,
Meaningless words, the essence of falsehoods.
Meaningless words, easy for me to say.
Meaningless words. Just don't misjudge me.
Meaningless words. I'll soon stop talking.
 
Your doorbell won't be ringing.
I'll not be hurrying to visit.
Don't let me know, when our end begins.
No hurry for meaningless words to seal our fate.
 

Oh, how I madly want to live...

Oh, how I madly want to live:
To make all things immortal, dateless,
Give human form to all things faceless,
To incarnate the inactive!
 
Let life's most heavy dream now smother,
And may I be choked in this sleep -
And yet, perhaps, a simple brother
Will in the future say of me:
 
Forgive his gloom - for really, could it
Be his drive, for no soul to see?
He's but a child of light and goodness,
He's but a feat of all things free!
 

In your love

you are my illusion and fantasy,
the inspiration that courses through my life
you are more than I have,
my anxiety, my thoughts
 
You are my desperate reason,
you are the hope that does not fail
because I am no longer anything more without your kisses,
and the warmth of your body
 
Let me again feel
that I can fly together with you
I want to be the refuge of your skin,
The seashore that caresses your feet
 
And in your love
I would like to lose myself till the end of my existence,
I find neither refuge nor peace
It's you, the calm of my storm
Without your love I find no reason to dream ...
 
You are my truth, my sentiment,
the eternity of my entire universe,
you are my reality, my compliment,
my madness and my silence
 
You are my secret, and my destiny,
you are the light that illuminates my path,
the soft sensation that intoxicates the soul
everything that I longed for
 

There is neither End, nor Start

With silence nod for going in this Way,
That is so bitter and so sweet, so nice and cute,
We’ve tried to bear in a memory the Tale,
The meaning of a life that is pursuit
But, as it’s need, that meaning is forbidden,
Born by the Sunrise, killed by shining fever,
It hides in a fog of beautiful feel,
Being a victim of a Liar on it’s knee,
Somehow addicted to the Human is.
It doesn’t matter what wisdom did you get –
Only Awakened, everyone reveals the bet,
Who lived in here at least the only life,
And after that we would return Enlightened,
And then get with the Truth again United
 
There passed the years, minutes and the days,
Though Time is as before so fast
Is running through as river makes:
Coquettish, Elegant, with Taste
God dancing unison with man,
Who fell in dream within the Plan,
Who fell in game of birth and death,
When mindless but heavy tat
Looks just ridiculous on Sky,
Makes Poet’s Soul weighty more,
That’s silent whispering, adore:
God, take me back, to flying high!
However, in a Shine of God
There is neither End, nor Start…
 
With the Divine, the Blessed and Sacred Freedom
Again will Breathe not body, but the Soul.
With farewell regard to Nature’s Seagull,
The Mind will be forgiven, calm and slow.
Impregnated with music of the Love,
That’s heard so close, but far away, Above,
It’s going up to fires of the Light,
Accepting answers to the questions, like a Tide,
With Angel’s Guide, it’s starting to Remind,
Sensing the familiar tense of Home,
Eternit, and reflexing Spirit Flow,
It starts again revealing, flashing, find
And anyone, to whom it wouldn’t turn,
Would tell him: “Friend, I know you will return”…
 
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Heads of grain

I haven't seen before such heads of grain...
They're golden, though it's autumn, they're up, though there's wind,
They also stretch up to the skies
And they're taller than me with their gain
 
Rain's stealthily whispering something by leaves,
As on keys, wind is playing with branches,
And something from cosmos does mightily stream,
Something eternal, what is just between us
 
Let the rainfall drum by roof of the car,
Drench, which absorbed all the skies in itself ,
Any top he'll be able to reach anyhow -
The one whom his native land expects and loves
 
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I love a purple-honeyed blossom of a roseate west

I love a purple-honeyed blossom
Of a roseate west
And a milky-ginger copper
Of a stubbornly fiery east
 
In the night, it all shines brighter
Beneath silver-snowy Moon,
Which one day, there is no doubt,
Brought us together with you
 
Heads of grains stretch up endways,
As tulips in a far away land
Sprinkled with gentle gold,
Awakening grace within me
 
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In Waves of God

You have the right to ask questions
Through this life of an Angel
And this is such a drop in the Waves of God
Which are, after all, so long
 
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About Myself

I was born at nine in the evening
Among the February brumal twilight
Five days did pass since it's beginning
Bah-Tzy was calculated for my time
 
It was a Chinese New Year
It was a peaceful evening full of stars
And the Flame was born
A gentle Flame of tender Candle
 
And from the first seconds of my Life
I had given a Pledge to the Planet of Earth:
Dissolving my Karma,
Bring Love, Kindness and Light into the World
____________________________________
 
Each of us has its Element
It's a vital issue
And my Element is the Ying Flame,
Powerful and filled with Light. Amen
 
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Be Thankful

Versions: #2
Be thankful, O son of man
For all God bestowed upon you
And remember, child of this realm
All the helpful deeds he has done you
 
The troubles of life come and go
ever changing, one after the other
Give thanks therefore, child of man
For good counsel is wisdom's brother
 
When you fall sick again
Give thanks, and bury your strife
Least god is giving you a sign
For you to change your life
 
Give thanks with all your soul
If to hindrance you've not been a stranger
It was only to keep you whole
To guard you and keep you from danger
 
Give thanks, O man, and be brave
If your world all at once collapsed
For it only triggered the change
To release you from old things attached
 
You know things could always be worse
And smile if life's left you bereaved
Give thanks, even though it hurts
With great honors you shall be bequeathed
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Man has only few needs

Versions: #2
Man has only few needs in life
One must not be given to excess
A good husband or a wife
And a planet in our galaxis
 
Sweet droplets of happiness are bound
And sprinkled all over the earth
Overnight they cannot be found
Yet will manifest on your own turf
 
Collect them all on your path divine,
Your fate will provide them all
not trusting in mere providence of time
But your soul's sincere earnest call
 
Thus the shining world yet spins 'round
Avoiding all stress on her axis
For a man has only few needs
One must not be given to excess
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

A Glass for the Road

Oh, pour a glass for the road and saw up my sack:
A stich on each line1 and two seams on each word.
And let the wet blizzard wind the thin thread
And knit the hemp yarn making lace.
 
Read the last rites for the mute, and I'll read them for myself.
Don't have mercy on me, take me down with a blow of a spear.
But look, an ice-hole has broken up2 on my chest,
A boat has scratched the edges and struggles in the wound.
 
And the scarlet spring started singing, seething, simmering,
The boat whirled in the cheerful stream.
And I rubbed more salt in, topped it off with a glass of vodka,
Stirred it all and swam in infernal3 underwear.
 
So pour a glass for the road and fasten my belt,
[Put] an oar in the wheel to God, the Son and the Spirit.
And let the wet blizzard make a soft bed
And the earth stick my face all over with dirty down.
 
The coppice along the river is tied up into garlands.
Try wagging your tongue, they'll tear it off together with your head.
The lights will glisten at the last outpost
And the watchman will bar the way with a bayonet.
 
Give me absolution! I don't remember the prayers,
But if you want, I'll pray with poems.
But explain me, do I love because it hurts
Or does it hurt because I love?
 
No rein, no saddle, everyone's finished off, everything's burnt to ashes.
But she4 somehow got the horse ready, and here - it went at a trot.
It doesn't matter that she hasn't found the right man yet,
A lonely woman is always pregnant.
 
And our truth is simple, but the cross
Made of stray faith in 'save and protect' won't suffice for it,
For the icons in Rus are only good for carrying out5.
That's the last sanction. Mow down and bury.
 
So come on, man, let me in, don't be stupid -
But wait, I think I know you!
The watchman of all times will smile: 'Look!' -
And raise my eyelids with a hot bayonet.
 
So saw up my sack and pour a glass for the road:
A swallow for each line and two for each word.
And let the wet blizzard shape the white silk,
Wind the thin thread and knit lace.
 

• 1. The word стежку (stich (dative)) is homophonous to стишку which is symonimous to строка (a line in a poem). I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it very well might be.
• 2. The word повело is a little bit unclear in this context, but I interpret it as 'to break up (about ice)'.
• 3. A wordplay: исподнее - underwear, преисподняя - hell
• 4. It's not explained here who 'she' is, but in Bashlachev's songs, 'she' is usually either Russia or love. The latter, I think, is more likely in this case.
• 5. A reference to the phrase хоть святых выноси 'time to carry out the icons' (when the house is on fire), meaning a desperate situation.

Jurmala

Versions: #2
The tow'ring pine trees crowns lie lofty ,
above the silence so serene.
Unknown embrace leading me softly ,
In place I've never before seen.
At dusk the tiny cozy restaurant,
Before the baltic sea lies vast,
This newfound wellspring soon will quiet,
The ailing troubles of my past.
 
In wild and shady woods I'm sitting,
The sea will quench my thirst so great.
A patchwork fabric, fate's been knitting,
Subject to change is even fate.
 
The sandy beach with waves so lustrous',
Dark forest on palms of my hands,
Silence alone will do it justice,
This great and eerie wonderland.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)