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Doorbell's Ringing...

Doorbell's ringing: 'That's her Jack!'
From the deck in briefs I jump!
Then I wondered: who am I?
Since the wife for sure was mine!
 
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Vodka's Quality Has Fallen

Vodka's quality has fallen,
Now it tastes like kerosene.
Where are you, our comrade Stalin,
The almighty Georgian king!
 
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Johnny Came To Me For Fun

Johnny came to me for fun
Only for a minute,
Later he told everyone
That I'm whore in spirit!
 
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My Beloved One's Zoophilic

My beloved one's zoophilic,
Give me stallion! - she screams.
I will drink 'til life's idyllic,
She might like a pig, it seems.
 
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Once My Sweetheart Told Me

Once my sweetheart told me: 'Dear,
Without love you won't have me.'
Then I smacked her in the ear,
She must know what's 'C'est la vie'!
 
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Nina's Good From Head To Toe

Nina's good from head to toe,
She's got body and got soul.
One thing's wrong with her although,
She got married long ago!
 
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Yes, I Was Yours In The Past

Yes, I was yours in the past,
Now my heart belongs to Bart.
His dick's like a pine tree mast
On the Shishkin's piece of art.
 
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După ce te-am pierdut

[Pre-Refren: Jon Z]
Mi-au zis că ești singură
Că după mine, nimeni nu te mai controlează
Că ieși după miezul nopții
Vechii tăi prieteni nu te mai recunosc
Toți dau vina pe mine, chiar și familia ta spune că ți-am făcut rău
Și eu mă declar vinovat pentru toate dățile când te-am trădat
 
[Refren: Jon Z (x2)]
După ce te-am pierdut
Acum vreau să-ți ofer ce nu ți-am oferit
După ce te-am distrus
Te-am făcut să plângi și să suferi
Amintirea ta mă urmărește
Mă maltratează, mă chinuie
Las karma să mă pedepsească
Mi-e frig și nu are cine să ma încălzească
 
[Strofa 1:Enrique Iglesias]
Încă mă gândesc la tine
La toate acele momente când ți-am făcut promisiuni
Și niciodată nu le-am îndeplinit
La toate momentele în care te făceai frumoasă pentru mine
La acele momente când venea
Ora de culcare
Și sufletul tău mereu peste mine
 
Și nu mi se întâmplă, nu pot trece peste tine
Singur în casă simt că mor
Am averea și am banii
Dar nu o inimă de oțel
Te rog întoarce-te, te aștept
Orice ar fi, eu te aștept
Tu ești a mea din clasa a treia
De când mi-ai împrumutat acel creion
 
Eu care credeam că pot
Trăi fără să te am în viața mea
Acum sufăr
Nu pot cu agonia asta
Mă gândesc zilnic la tine
Liniștea fără durere mă pedepsește
O sun pe prietena ta
Să văd dacă te constrânge și te obligă
 
[Refren: Enrique Iglesias]
După ce te-am pierdut
Acum vreau să-ți ofer ce nu ți-am oferit
După ce te-am distrus
Te-am făcut să plângi și să suferi
Amintirea ta mă urmărește
Mă maltratează, mă chinuie
Las karma să mă pedepsească
Mi-e frig și nu are cine să ma încălzească
 
[Strofa 2: Jon Z]
Totul a fost din vina mea
Eu ți-am făcut rău
A fost vina mea
Eu te-am făcut să te schimbi
Nu știu dacă vreodată
Vei vrea să mă ierți
Dar chiar dacă n-o faci
Nu te voi uita niciodată
 
Știu că ai suferit, și eu am plâns
Ai devenit altă femeie
Nu mai ești aceeași
Aparent, ești atât de rece
Încât sentimentele în inima ta
Nu se vor întoarce
 
[Pre-Refren: Enrique Iglesias]
Mi-au zis că ești singură
Că după mine, nimeni nu te mai controlează
Că ieși după miezul nopții
Vechii tăi prieteni nu te mai recunosc
Toți dau vina pe mine, chiar și familia ta spune că ți-am făcut rău
Și eu mă declar vinovat pentru toate dățile când te-am trădat
 
[Refren: Enrique Iglesias & Jon Z]
După ce te-am pierdut
Acum vreau să-ți ofer ce nu ți-am oferit
După ce te-am distrus
Te-am făcut să plângi și să suferi
Amintirea ta mă urmărește
Mă maltratează, mă chinuie
Las karma să mă pedepsească
Mi-e frig și nu are cine să ma încălzească
 
După ce te-am pierdut
Acum vreau să-ți ofer ce nu ți-am oferit
După ce te-am distrus
Te-am făcut să plângi și să suferi
Amintirea ta mă urmărește
Mă maltratează, mă chinuie
Las karma să mă pedepsească
 

We Have Questioned John McGwire

We have questioned John McGwire:
Why's your neck stuck in a wire?
But good Johnny's saying nothing,
Just his boots are swaying, scuffing.
 
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Garden Blossoms Out With Cherry

Garden blossoms out with cherry,
Next to it bird cherry grows.
Why did I pick John to marry,
He is such a dolt up close!
 
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Let Us Think Each Evening

Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united.
You left and—of you,
only one promise remains for me:
let us think each evening of the sunset.
 
I miss your voice—I miss your kisses—
I miss small and big things that tied me to you.
But it is nice to know that we
meet together in the sky each night
near the horizon, where the sun sets.
Who knows when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
 
Who knows, when you might return?
And, who knows, if you might find me again?
I only know that now I—I count the days
until
you will be here with me—oh, here with me!
 
Let us think each evening of the sunset.
It will be a rendezvous to keep us united...
 

Russian Steam Bath

My hon fired Russian bath,
Led me to its parlor,
Pushed me down on pine bench lath, [then]
Beat me hard and harder.
 
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Stale Booze Odor

My hon reeks with stale booze odor,
Burning like a serpent,
Smacks me in the face from shoulder -
That means I am welcomed.
 
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Our Polly Cries Out Loud

Our Polly cries out loud,
Polly's lost her honor. Shame!
Honor ain't a play ball out,
One can buy a ball again!
 
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Bob Got Lazy In The Morning

Bob got lazy in the morning,
Time for combing couldn't spare.
Cow approached him with no warning,
With its tongue it brushed his hair!
 
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Quitting Drinking

Quitting drinking is my drill -
Mornings're really stinking,
But will I retain the skill
Of creative thinking?
 
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Talk to me

Talk to me for a couple of minutes at least,
I don't ask you to love, just stay with me here.
And wake me up in the morning, the fog leaves at dawn,
The same like summer is going away outside.
 
Keep quiet, there is no one word about love in your breath,
You so ridiculously dipped in your oaths, but they are for nothing.
Look into my eyes with your dark brown.
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay.
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - ...
 
Talk to me, like it's not your fault,
Pretend everything is ok, and we start from scratch.
Ask a question about who we are - more than friends?
But not in legal1, so let's stop.
 
We are so far apart from each other,
Although just at a distance of one kiss.
Looking at the floor, clenching fists,
But still I'm jealous of you.
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay.
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay.
 
Feelings at zero, tears at zero,
Severe pain hurts.
You are not anyone, but you are not love,
You're the one I forget.
 
I forget, it happens, but not this time,
We're running over the limits, where there is no us.
With sharp arrows we fight so skillfully,
On the brink of love ...
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay.
 
You said that you gift me paradise - take it back,
I don't need heaven like this, I'd rather be without.
There is no reason to forgive, but there is reason to surrender,
Yes - for run, no - for stay.
 

• 1. she means 'we are not married'

Cântecele mele ți le dedic doar ție

Cuvintele tale de dragoste
Nu le pot uita, dragul meu, nu le voi uita.
Mă gândesc la tine zi și noapte,
Lasă-ți inima să mă audă.
 
Cântecele mele ți le dedic doar ție,
Cântecele mele ți le dedic doar ție.
 
Îi cer lunii să te ajute,
Poate că ți-e greu în străinătate.
Cred că astăzi vei privi luna
Și mă vei găsi cu ea.
 
Stau și mă uit la cea mai strălucitoare stea,
Gândindu-mă la tine.
Dorul îmi copleșește sufletul,
Inima mi se răcește.
 
© Vladímir Sosnín

Drinking Palette

Drinking palette we've been offered
By the clever head next door:
In the evening drink one bottle,
In the morning add two more.
 
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I Won't Go To Sleep

I won't go to sleep (though wanna!), -
Let my bed keep tidy sheets.
I'll go out and try to follow
Whom my sweetheart's strolling with.
 
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Mowing

I am mowing, sweetheart follows,
Wiggling mowed hay really well.
From long wait my wiggly wallows
Between legs and hurts like hell.
 
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My Soul's Hurting

My soul's hurting, it's no sham:
I'm a beauty - yes, I am.
But about my sexual favors
My man never gives a damn!
 
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Still Waters

When a broad swam in still waters,
Catfish wallowed in her bottoms.
Now she can't forget the thrash
Of its gentle long mustache!
 
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Poetry Is a Loaded Weapon of the Future

When nothing personally exalting is expected anymore,
but it beats and keeps getting closer to the conscience,
fiercly existing, blindly affirmed,
like a pulse that strikes the darkness.
 
When they look straight into
the reeling clear eyes of death,
truths are told:
the barbaric, terrible, loving cruelties.
 
The poems are recited
that broaden the lungs of many, asphyxiated,
they ask to exist, they ask for rhythm,
they ask for a law for that which they feel is excessive.
 
With the velocity of instinct,
with the ray of the prodigy,
like magical evidence, what is real becomes
identical to itself.
 
Poetry for the poor, necessary poetry
like daily bread,
like the air we require thirteen times a minute
in order to exist and meanwhile give a yes that glorifies.
 
Because we lived violently, because if they barely allow us
to say that we are who we are,
our songs cannot be an adornment without sin.
We are hitting bottom.
 
I curse the poetry that is conceived as a
cultural luxury by those who are neutral
that, by washing their hands, they disengage and avoid.
I curse the poetry of those who won't take sides until they get dirty.
 
I own my transgressions. I sense inside me how many suffer and I sing while breathing.
I sing, and sing, and sing beyond my personal
hardships, I grow.
 
I would like to give them life, provoke new acts,
and so I calculate what I can with technique.
I feel like a verse engineer and a laborer
that works with others of Spain in their irons.
 
Such is my poetry: poetry-tool
a simultaneous beat of the unanimous and blind.
Such is a loaded weapon with an expansive future
with which I point at your chest.
 
It is not a drop by drop thought-out poem.
It is not a beautiful product. It is not a perfect fruit.
It is something like the air that we all breathe
and it is the song that broadens how much we carry inside.
 
They are words that we all repeat feeling like
they are ours, and they fly. They are more than that.
They are what is needed most: that which has no name.
They are cries in heaven, and acts on earth.
 

Don't You Gaze, My Dear Neighbor

Don't you gaze, my dear neighbor,
In my windows at night time!
Better do your wife a favor
And make love to her full-time!
 
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The Fiddler

People, help! The fiddler's1 drowning,
He can barely swim. Hold on!
I don't care about him drowning,
Pity that his fiddle's gone!
 

• 1. lit. - an accordion player

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An ambulance with a siren

Versions: #2
An ambulance with a siren
Rushed through village, by the center.
This is the chairwoman of the
Village council choked by member1.
 

• 1. Here the game of the word “member” is used: the literal meaning is “a member of a party or council”, and the meaning in slang is 'a penis'

Евгений Виноградов

Forest Trip

Forest trip? Girls, don't you dare:
On the mountain waits the bear,
His brown coat's too tight to wear,
Fucking you's his goal, I swear!
 
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I Was Lying With My Dude

I was lying with my dude
Absolutely in the nude,
'Cause to show my beauty off
I have taken panties off.
 
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Yes, I Vowed...

Yes, I vowed and bet my knave tooth
That I've never been unfaithful.1
But five times since then it's been:
I had tooth implants put in!
 

• 1. to my boyfriend

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Once I Loved A Riot Force Kid

Once I loved a riot force1 kid
For his ardent nature:
When his hand could not reach something,
He helped with his truncheon.
 

• 1. Riot police squad member

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Yet Again My Darling Denny

Yet again my darling Denny
Had to run away in haste.
Hubby didn't lose a penny:
Denny's left his briefs misplaced!
 
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