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Marching off to the cinema

Today we are joyful walking down the street
Grown-ups smile when they meet us
An ice lolly is so tasty today
It's great that our class is going to the cinema
 
The real cinema is better than TV
Everyone in our class agrees with that
Your friends are always with you
You feel bored at home with your parents
 
At night grown-ups enjoy watching
People kiss each other over an hour on the telly
In the cinema you can tell your friend that it's rubbish
But you should keep silent when you are at home
 
The real cinema is better than TV
Everyone in our class agrees with that
We so long dreamed about this beautiful day
Today our class is going to the cinema
 

Novgorod Wedding

By the waterside Dobrynya strolls,
To his arm classy Lyubava holds
Ah, Lyubava is as white as a dove,
A Novgorod lady, a cut above
Ah, Lyubava is as white as a dove,
A Novgorod lady, a cut above
 
She adorned herself in rouge and in white
And the fine young lad was smitten by the sight
Single was he, without wife or girl,
Oh Dobrynya of the tumbling curls
Single was he, without wife or girl,
Oh Dobrynya of the tumbling curls
 
Oh you sweetheart, oh my darling, love of mine,
Good Dobrynya with your figure so fine
Oh you dashing, curly-haired, sweet young man,
Make this girl your own as quickly as you can!
Oh you dashing, curly-haired, sweet young man,
Make this girl your own as quickly as you can!
 
(C) Richard Coombes. Feel free to make use of this translation, but please always attribute to Richard Coombes. Thank you

Stepdaughter

Even now, it is not possible,
Only one way out and looking at the night,
Look where I still alarmingly,
Foreign shores stepdaughter,
Foreign shores…
 
Where you find and want to stay,
Page night for the right time to
All is lost, but once wait
Free son’s ability to sing
Ability to sing…
 
Whoever goes, one day return
Looking at the night, distinguishing marks.
The voice will break, but both will have to sing,
Like us, the same as we are,
Like us…
 
The sun rises there, where we come from,
Even now, when all the same
Yes, homelessness, lack of freedom cheating
Sound dull nonnative window
Step–window…
 

The final song

So that people can fly to Mars
Without fear
An old fairy tale
Teaches us to dream
 
It's important to remember
Like an answer for a task that
Everybody in their life
Should be a kind magician
 
We should together
Say out loud that
In hard times
Songs help us not to be sad
 
It's important to remember
Like an answer for a task that
Everybody in their life
Should be a kind magician
 
In the end
We should remind everybody that
Every day,
Friendship makes one hundred wonders
 
It's important to remember
Like an answer for a task that
Everybody in their life
Should be a kind magician
 

New Year's Song

For little girls
It's quite cold in winter.
From the streets, some girls
We took them home.
They lightened up, and warmed up,
Songs were sung to the guitar.
The girls immediately took heart,
And we became friends.
They changed their minds, and warmed up,
We sang some songs to the guitar
The girls immediately became bolder
And we became friends.
 
How much whorish trash
These girls are wearing..
Clothes, stockings,
golden earrings.
We took it off of them
Until our fingers were tired
Well, now the girls really 'stuck out'
Thus we flaunted them.
We took it off of them
Until our fingers were tired
Well, now the girls really 'stuck out'
Thus we flaunted them.
 
We placed the good girls
Under the christmas tree
And treated them to chocolate and pinecones
The girls immediately became happy
Started to suck, even without chocolate
But they really needed chocolate
As a necessary treat
The girls immediately became happy
Started to suck, even without chocolate
But they really needed chocolate
As a necessary treat
 
We started to lead the girls
In a friendly round dance.
Merrily, merrily
We celebrated the New Year.
Within two weeks we'll need
To buy them some Klaforan among friends (1)
Yes, and the girls were not bored,
They instead had an abortion.
Within two weeks we'll need
To buy them some Klaforan among friends
Yes, and the girls were not bored,
They instead had an abortion.
 

Black Volga

From far away for awhile
Black* 'Volga' is moving
And like a wolf will be howling.
The one, from whom to get the debt it's rolling.
The windows are smashed to smithereens all around.
The family photo from the shelf falling down.
No one understands clearly on what ground.
But they'll declare mourning in this settlement.
Here even the cop not ready to make it stop.
Here even the cop doesn’t have time to call other cops.
Here they opening fire and keep it on.
This is a feature of our region.
This is a firearm district.
This is a settlement * 'Shmalyaevo' we're living.
Here every round, either he do me in.
Or I will do him.
 
The entrance broke many legs.
Our entry very *strict, at best.
Here they will use us as hot dog mince.
Our password - login.
This are years and terms, I thought it's OK,
When it's always add up at the end.
 
Here they exchange precious metal for meth.
Here they understand, who is a cop and who is not, I bet.
This is a red city in the country which red.
Face to the wall, bullet in the back, and that is that.
Until everyone sleep sweetly.
I'm having a dog-sleep.
I'm like my rhesus, I'm -negative.
And I consider as a big mistake
Those correctional institutions can’t correct us in any way.
We're causing damage, to the head and to the body.
The holes on the wall keep the memory, like drawings of the caves.
In this country if you don't have epaulettes, who are you anyway?
For them, who are you anyway?
 
This music is for the right hut, and rather,
It's for those who taken away by bailiff.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a very good jurist.
It's for those, for whom the word is sacred,
It’s for those who have not yet became the finalist.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a jurisdiction minister.
 
For them, who are you anyway?
 
From far away for awhile
Black* 'Volga' is moving
And like a wolf will be howling.
The one, from whom to get the debt it's rolling.
The windows are smashed to smithereens all around.
The family photo from the shelf falling down.
No one understands clearly on what ground.
But they'll declare mourning in this settlement. (x 2)
 
This music is for the right hut, and rather,
It's for those who taken away by bailiff.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a very good jurist.
It's for those, for whom the word is sacred,
It’s for those who have not yet became the finalist.
Mama can you make me a brother,
And let him be a jurisdiction minister.
 

Dark is the night

Versions: #8
Dark is the night, only bullets that whistle and death,
Just the wind humming dull in the wires, dimly twinkle the stars.
On this dark night, you, my darling, I know don't sleep,
By the cradle, when no one sees, you're wiping the tears.
 
Oh, how I love, endless depth of your gentle blue eyes,
Oh, how I want, press my lips to them, right now!
Dark is the night, that divides my beloved you and I,
And this dark and anxious steppe, lies between us my love.
 
In you I believe, in my dear friend and my wife,
And this believe, saved from bullets me in the dark of the night...
Happy I'm, in this deadliest fight I'm in peace,
I do know, you will meet me with love, no matter what happens.
 
Death I don't fear, more than once we have met in the steppe.
Here and now it keeps circling and circling above me.
You're waiting for me, you don't sleep, rocking child in bed,
And that's how I know, with me, nothing will happen!
 

Drunk

Running into your arms
Like for the first time
What a pity! not destined to choose a hearth
Me
She is flowed, as if made of glass
Love is our higness
I tacklehug you
like she does
 
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
 
Lighthouses showed a way
Where I'm not waited for
Learned how to look
Without blinking, they lie
It's me fading away and becoming you
Surely, I am your love
It means I can't
But I flow away as water
 
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
 

Thank you, darling

Memory is hiding inside us like the shadow of young love
I'll quietly touch your lips with mine lips
The tired day is frozen on your lips
You have a pleasant sleep
And I am whispering to you, darling
 
I thank you for the day and night
I thank you for son and daughter
I thank you because you have saved our little world
From pain and evil
You have saved it for me
 
Time runs in circles and I am sure that
Our daughter will bend her face over a cradle like you did
And someone in turn will quietly sing to her
You have a pleasant sleep
And I am whispering to you, darling
 
I thank you for the day and night
I thank you for son and daughter
I thank you because you have saved our little world
From pain and evil
You have saved it for me
 

Quasifolactic Zombiac

- When I served as a forester at the post office...
- Why a forester? After all, we know a forester
As such in our life arose
On the forest soil, not at the post!
 
-When I served as an orderly at the post office...
-What an orderly, when the coachman!
It can't happen at the post office,
To the coachman, as an orderly, the regimental commander to put on shoes!
 
-When I served on the post office of regiment commander...
-Do not fool around, give the coachman!
 
-When I served as a coachman in the post office
Was young, I had a herring
No, not a herring - a piece of balyk.
Well, I have. And suddenly the regiment
He orders me immediately to find an orderly:
 
'I'm ashamed to go barefoot in the mail,
Come on, follow my orderly.
Let him polish my boots
And wear them on both my feet. '
 
A service isn't honey and fate isn't easy.
Here I go to the forest, I'm looking for a orderly,
Frozen like an ice, fell ill by the night
And I see a forester takes off my boot
It looks like an orderly. I say: Help
At the post office, put on the regimental his boots!
 
The forester understands the yearning of coachman,
That the service isn't honey and fate isn't easy
We go to the post office, and the regiment is here
Chees in his boots a piece of balyk, a bastard...
 
-In truth, - said the regiment, - speaking
I thought you're dead on the road
And there's no orderly to me, the coachman's dead,
And I became completely alone at the post office,
 
And who else but me put on a boot myself?
Now I'm orderly, well, you - barefoot
You'll be command the regiment at the post office!
 
-We are this case, as the custom dictates,
Should drink, - said the forester
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Cheburek

Cheburek
 
Vasya, you walk in a dream
In the apartment, and in the kitchen,
You smile to yourself,
Eating all the foods,
And in the morning it is all empty -
The refrigerator of firm 'Dnepr'.
I remain so hungry -
Where are my, damn, chebureks?
 
The most-most-most cherish cheburek,
The most delicious, the biggest.
The most appetizing banana was stash -
You eat it, bitch!
 
Vasya, you've enrage me -
How much can you eat foods?
You're already swollen like a pig -
Ate dried fruit from the bucket.
Tomorrow I'll hang the locke
On the refrigerator firm 'Dnepr',
So you can't eat again
The cherish chebureks.
 
The most-most-most cherish cheburek,
The most delicious, the biggest.
The most appetizing banana was stash -
You eat it, bitch!
 
Why are you rumbling here? Locomotive, or what? In my opinion, locomotive was not in the score, yep!
The most-most-most cherish cheburek,
The most delicious, the biggest.
The most appetizing banana was stash -
You eat it, bitch!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Aria of the Stoned Fighters

Try to guess my riddle at once
Try to cerebrate
And if you guess the riddle, then
Your box will be safe
 
If only you don't guess the riddle
We'll fuck you then in squat
Well, then in skipping and in a jump
We're shattered your box
 
Well, the riddle,
Is simple like a chery from the box:
Hair, hair,
And the sausage in the middle
 
Well, the riddle,
Is simple like a cherry from the box:
What is hair,
And the sausage in the middle
 
I see, you don't want to answer the question
Push your lips and ask for something
Pushing your eyes out of the orbits
And your box blows into a thirds
 
Well, the riddle,
Is simple like a chery from the box:
Hair, hair,
And the sausage in the middle
 
Well, the riddle,
Is simple like a cherry from the box:
What is hair,
And the sausage in the middle
 
An answer: corn
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Gardens

(a parody of the film 'The Irony of Fate, or With Easy Steam')
 
-Are you saying that I'm in Leningrad? What?... Uh-uh... Why are you drop me all the time?
 
-The dope smelled sweet when the gardens blossomed...
-Why are you...
-When you came home with a drunken mug suddenly.
-Drop me all the time.
-Where Vasya fought in convulsions from your cry,
And I suffered, I believed, and nothing more.
 
Once a year you were sober.
-We are with friends…
-One times an year went to the cinema.
-31st...
-Everything only once
We didn't have a scandal.
Only once.
Only once.
 
-Do you want to say that I'm in Leningrad?
 
And the stars fell quietly when the gardens blossomed.
-What? What?
When you were lying in a pub under a rack, buzzed.
-You don't understand…
And from your snout there was a fume.
-I... I... I...
-Сhecked all your pockets, but there's nothing there.
 
Once a year you were sober.
-And you…
-One times an year went to the cinema.
-Go to hell!
-Everything only once
You turned me into a palace.
Only once.
Only once.
 
-You don't understand... Why are you so stupid?
 
-And I'm starting a divorce when the gardens bloomed,
When you came home from the sobering-up station.
And I no longer hid my happy eyes:
I went for a walk happy with my neighbor for the first time.
 
Once a year you were sober.
-We are with friends…
-One time you drank coffee.
-31st...
-Everything only once
You bit the neighbor into the eye.
Only once.
Only once.
 
'...we always go to the bath-house, we have such a tradition.'
-Oh, how disgusting, how disgusting this is your jellied fish.
-And this how I break the door... What do you mean, I'm from another movie?
 
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Clear Water

I asked the people there
That's my shelter
Where my soul lives
One secret is for me a sweetie
 
I asked to return me
And there time, days, hours of spring
Love smells so
Everybody says
 
To give birth to me in May
Wash me with clear water
I save one world
When everyone leaves
And you forever
 
Take the ray from the sun to us
Yesterday and today there is no
So easy
When the song is the heart of the answer
 
To give birth to me in May
Wash me with clear water
I save one world
When everyone leaves
And you forever
 
To give birth to me in May
Wash me with clear water
I save one world
When everyone leaves
And you forever
 

Strange woman

Someone has thrown into the night a handful of yellow lights
I am your night guest, your uninvited visitor
Why do you have such sad eyes? A boozy voice...
They call you a 'strange woman'.
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
A strange woman, strange...
 
I don't ask you to forgive me
You will say nothing in reply
I don't want to stay with you and go into the dawn
I see random joy in your sad eyes
I've loved all of your strangeness for so long
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
A strange woman, strange...
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
 

Wide Russian

Like white swan, along the village
Wide Russian swam.
Wave leisurely by painted wrap -
What a beauty, good song...
 
Wide Russian as free bird,
Strong, calm by beauty...
sing, good guys, sing, beautiful girls,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Weeping willow, don't be sad,
Sorry if offended something.
Russian song has both heart and soul
What a beauty, good song...
 
Wide Russian as free bird,
Strong, calm by beauty...
sing, good guys, sing, beautiful girls,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Triangular Wave

Morning. Cup of coffe. City.
I live in this now.
Life is burn when you're young,
I catch every moment of happiness.
I'll turn on the music so loud
That I don't hear the noise of the crowd.
My sun is so far away
From the emptiness of the soul.
 
Tearing the skyes
My dream is flying up
Covering with the head
By triangular wave
 
I don't like to walk alone,
Hearing the fuss of the streets.
The silence is necessary, sometimes,
To catch your wave.
 
Morning. Cup of coffe. City.
I live in this now.
Life is burn when you're young,
I catch every moment of happiness.
 
Tearing the skyes
My dream is flying up
Covering with the head
By triangular wave
 
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Burnt witch

On my knees, in front of the altar,
I stand, my breast blazing with fire.
The inverted cross of Lucifer
Is hanging on the wall.
You left me for the world beyond,
It's a shame that you aren't next to me.
You're blazing now without me,
In the hot fire of Hell.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.1
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks2 shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
You were the queen of the night,
But they sharpened their swords.
You were burnt by the inquisitors on the bonfire.
Know that you shall be avenged.
And I'll be helped in this by Satan,
All of the priests shall hang
On the bloody cross.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
All the inquisitors shall be retching blood.
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 
Every day without you is Hell,
But you are not coming back,
Without you, my dear, I cannot fall asleep.
Know that I shall soon come to you,
We shall shortly meet in Hell,
The sharp sacrificial knife,
I shall thrust into my sinful breast.
 
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
On the bonfire! On the bonfire, she was burnt on the bonfire.
On the bonfire! My witch burnt down in the flames.
These sanctimonious folks shall, in a thorny crown,
Soon be hanging on the cross.
They shall hang with broken ribs,
Death to the inquisitors, death!
 

• 1. в огне - in the fire, but I wanted to avoid repeating bon_fire_ and fire.
• 2. Святоша originally meant an extremely devout follower of religion, a holier-than-thou person. Nowadays, it also means hypocrite. 'Sanctimonious' captures both meanings, but it doesn't have a corresponding noun, so I had to use two words.

The Sacred War

Get up gigantic country
Get up to mortal war
Against the dark fascistic force
Against the damned horde
 
Refren:
Get up and let the noble rage
To boil like a wave
A Sacred War is going on
It's time to fight and pray
 
We'll fight against the enemies
Of our Motherland
The rapists and the torturers
And the black fascist gangs
 
Refren
 
We'll make the fascist rotten scums
Get bullet to the head
All spawns of the humanity
We'll put into the grave
 
Refren
 
Don't let the black and evil wings
Fly over Motherland
On our beautiful wide fieds
We don't allow to stand
 
Refren
 
We'll fight defending our land
Which we love all our hearts
The souls the bodies and the minds
Devoted to the fight
 
Refren
 
Get up gigantic country
Get up to mortal war
Against the dark fascistic force
Against the damned horde
 
Refren
 

The Native Scene

Flocks of birds. A roadway ribbon.
Wattle fence that's fallen down.
From the sky in thick fog hidden
Bleary day looks with a frown.
 
Row of birch-trees, dismal no-show
Of a roadside lighting pole.
As if under weight of sorrow
Hut has rocked on ground sole.
 
Semi-light and semi-twilight, -
And you're dying to escape,
Endless sadness of your limelight
Tramples on your soul's landscape.
 
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Bird of passage

You didn't understand me,
Do you remember, on the platform?
You stood there in agony.
And I was in the railcar.
I only returned when
You were already with another.
Well, how painful it is,
You didn't understand me.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 
You didn't understand me,
I was only joking,
Only for a minute
I was going to be gone.
My train was delayed,
You're already with another.
Well, how simple it is,
You didn't understand me.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 
Soaring in the sky
A bird of passage.
I went away,
In order to return.
 

Temper

*note: In Russia it is considered healthy to immediately plunge into cold water after being warmed up by a hot bath or spa. This can be translated as 'tempering'.
 
Bros! Let's all dive in! ...three-four!
 
We were drinking with our friends
And drunkenly decided
That tomorrow we will temper together
 
We got up earlier in the morning
Grabbed our towels
And went to bathe in the ice hole
 
We shouted like penguins
And yelled like bisons
Because it was very very cold, radishes.
 
But we knew, we definitely knew
That we would very soon become
We would become cool and fearless walruses
 
REF:
And our neighbors looked out the window
They, fools, couldn't understand
That to temper is cool
Every minute you get higher, strengthen
And you are bettering your health
 
And now bros, let's swim up, three-four.
 
We are cool like Rambo
And we honestly are tempering
Soon we will become like Stallone, let's jump in
 
We are diving like penguins
And screaming like moose
Because all our hair has been covered by ice
 
The engineer Taras Petrovich smiled very brightly,
Because from the cold his tooth split
 
My jaw has hung open, because my saliva has frozen in my mouth
But you cannot scare him with such foolishness, bros.
 
I am not joking,
I will prove this bros,
Tempering is fantastic
Crazy good and healthy
Stimulates the blood vessels
 
And it's so great
sends away
Phylococcus
Kills any Diplodocus
 
Use condoms.
Borya, swim deeper
Butthead, Butthead, you look, that one with the spot, that one with the beard, yes, two bald ones are swimming. Like two bobs.
 
We were diving very long, comrades.
And the neighbors were all looking
And then when we completely froze.
 
They drug us home
They warmed us up on coals
And then we were taken away by the ambulance
 
Reanimation is now our second home
Since we got sick with all kinds of nonsense
 
Prostate and UTI, comrades
Pneumonia and bronchitis
 
The freezing off of important tissues,
We will never become fathers
And maybe that's for the best
 
But we are optimists and you cannot scare us
Once we get better, we will get used to it
 
To fires and floods
Any kinds of floods
 
For bites of insects
To become like Sylvester Stallone
 
And now comrades timurovians, let's go!
Into the the ice hole! After comrade Lenin
And after other friends of pioners! Forward!
Yeah! Comrade Vasya! Give me the drum!
Vladimir Ilyich, put your hands away!
 

Întâmplătoare

[Strofa 1]
Tu îmi scrii mie scrisori atât de triste,
Şi fiecare pagină e plină de tăcere.
Răspunsuri simple, ne vom vedea din nou,
Voi scrie fiecare cuvânt in scrisoare.
Vei pleca fără să priveşti înapoi
Dar eu alerg fără să mă gândesc la nimic în calea mea.
 
[Refren]
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Şi m-am distrus pe mine însămi,
M-am îndrăgostit de tine atât de disperat.
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Atât de mult te-am aşteptat, ţi-am cunoscut paşii,
Dar eu sunt întâmplătoarea ta.
 
[Strofa 2]
Numere impare, note neuniforme,
Și n-are nici un rost să activăm semnalizatorul.
Voi pleca discret, deci ce-am făcut?
Scăpându-mă de vânt într-un pat rece.
Nu voi plânge și nici nu voi striga,
Și totuși te voi ierta.
 
[Refren]
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Şi m-am distrus pe mine însămi,
M-am îndrăgostit de tine atât de disperat.
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Atât de mult te-am aşteptat, ţi-am cunoscut paşii,
Dar eu sunt întâmplătoarea ta.
 
Întâmplătoarea...
Întâmplătoarea...
Norii...
 
Nu voi plânge și nici nu voi striga,
Și totuși te voi ierta.
 
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Şi m-am distrus pe mine însămi,
M-am îndrăgostit de tine atât de disperat.
Atât de mult mă cheamă norii pe ţărâmuri îndepărtate,
Dar eu m-am rănit cu tine neintenţionat.
Atât de mult te-am aşteptat, ţi-am cunoscut paşii,
Dar eu sunt întâmplătoarea ta.
 

Totul este liniștit: Luna plină...

Totul este liniștit - luna plină
Strălucește printre sălciile de deasupra iazului
Și pe mal un val
Se joacă cu raza sa rece.