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O pasăre zbura

O pasăre zbura
Iubește-mă, fato, iubește-mă
Ca înainte
Să nu-ți pese de ce spune lumea
Întreabă-ți inima
 
Fir-ar, fir-ar
C-am trăim unul aproape de celălalt
Am încercat să-ți vorbesc
Dar n-ai vrut să mă săruți
 
O pasăre zbura
Sus. pe cer
Plângea și spunea
Am rămas singură
 
Inima mea, inima mea
Vine la tine, dragostea mea
Dintre cei doi tineri
Cineva privea.
 

A wonderful future

I can hear deep in my heart
A voice from a wonderful future
Its whisper takes me on a journey
I'm looking forward to it
 
My wish is for a wonderful future
Please don't do cruel things
My heart's wish is for a wonderful future
I run to the wonderful future
 
The voice from the wonderful future
I wonder if it's calling me to paradise
I answer my own question:
Did you do something for tomorrow?
 
My wish is for a wonderful future
Please don't do cruel things
My heart's wish is for a wonderful future
I run to the wonderful future
 
My heart's promise is
By becoming a good person
To chase the voice
To roads nobody has walked on
 
My wish is for a wonderful future
Please don't do cruel things
My heart's wish is for a wonderful future
I run to the wonderful future
(x2)
 
I run to the wonderful future
 

Ai, ne, ne, ne

Voi sta în fața văii,
Uitându-mă în cer,
Și îmi voi acoperi codițele
Cu o basma colorată.
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Cu o basma colorată.
 
Cum aș putea acum
Să-l privesc pe dragul meu în ochi
Și să-i cânt
Un cântec minunat?
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Un cântec minunat?
 
Dar frumusețea
Nu-mi mai bucură sufletul,
M-am schimbat,
Nu mai sunt la fel.
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Nu mai sunt la fel.
 
Voi sta în fața văii,
Uitându-mă în cer,
Și îmi voi acoperi codițele
Cu o basma colorată.
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ai, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Cu o basma colorată.
 
© Vladímir Sosnín

Poem About Motherland

Surly like drunkards slow barracks hardly ridge
Or creeping road patrol service car with 2 pairs of eyes Glittering from inside like M&M's.
Toggled-looked new buildings hold the sky, the same black Lada 2109 is crossing wastelands.
Worker drags a coffin like a tarantula its cocoon.
Humans' offal is in photo frames of windows.
I come along Vostochny-city streets like I'm in Manhattan
Not hiding edematose face from the sunbeams.
Children sniff in carriages being lulled by carriages springs.
All my female classmates are drown close to me.
I come across midday streets like I do it in Montparnasse.
I'll let deceive me to each hooligan.
I'll drink and use drugs excessively in the gateway.
Then I'll fall down to your chest like a hydrogenous bomb.
 
My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love.
Slum soldiers smile me back.My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love where I read the poems not to the point.
I read the poems to an automatic
 
Our people(Russians) take part in wars or they're imprisoned.
I remember every Monday minute in October: how I was Assembling money for a pink police officer bribe.
Being afraid that he can take my fellow into prison for 10 Years.
Another brother said that he has nothing to lose and he went
To fight in a senseless war and to die there.
I only stayed here like a chatter-bird, like a child in fear Beyond the plastic windows.
We look like peers
In carriage wagon some random people consumpting a food.
Do you remember that you died and we were eating your Flesh that has a mummy flavor being forgotten in Mausoleum?
I'm sending a lost Chaldean language where it used to be Sent.
Trainman being in cold and in sweat has weaken significantly.
And I tell you genuinely that I love you loudly and with not a Shame.
At the carriage wagon of the train going to nowhere.
 
My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love.
Slum soldiers smile me back.My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love where I read the poems not to the point.
I read the poems to the automatic.
 

Anthem of Komi

Far, far away in the North
 
The high taiga stands.
 
There's a falcon's nest in the heart of the taiga,
 
With joyous chirp of nestlings heard from it.
 
Fly away, fearless falcons,
 
Flap with your strong wings,
 
And lead the Komi land to blissful life
 
By the shortest track!
 

Down the stream

1. In the gorge where the moon rests by day
And black rocks are like a wall
Away from roads
A creek runs rapidly
Over stones.
And is it a really big trouble -
To rush all the time to who knows where?
It's enough to know you need to run -
That's the whole point of water.
Birds above are singing about something
And there's nobody.
Only elks and foxes
Come here to drink.
 
Down the stream (x3)
 
Water runs, polishing backs of stones.
 
Down the stream (x3)
 
I'm going to go while I have nothing to do.
 
2. Following the stream, I was going east.
And after some time I didn't recognize the creek.
Not knowing barriers, a waterfall ran,
The rapid mountain torrent.
And branches that wind dropped,
It (water) threw from height and broke in flinders.
And fearing of wild powers,
Pines on a bank
Stood and bowed.
Paying no attention to anyone,
It rages and has fun
And you can't drink or wash up your face,
You can only admire it.
 
3. And then the gorge brought me
To the valley where a river flows lazily.
Having found a shallow place in advance,
At evening time people bathe horses here.
The river forgot that it was a creek,
Forgot the noise of the waterfall.
There are tourist houses and beaches,
And even the curative beverage 'Borjom' is for sale.
 
I'm dreaming of the creek for some reason
And all I want -
To be in the gorge again
To wash my face and to get drunk.
 

Mama Bear Lullaby

Versions: #2
Stirring snow as oatmeal
The night is coming over here
Sweetie how come you’re still not asleep?
Your neighbors - polar bears
Are deep asleep upstairs
So, you too little baby, – just sleep.
 
We float on an iceberg
Sailing slower, nicer...
Through the grey and cold winter sea...
And all through the night your neighbor
Ursa Major – the ‘Great Bear’
Shines to distant ships as a marquee…
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

Anthem of Karschay-Cherkssia

Versions: #2
I am proud of the ancient Motherland!
Eternal light snow Elbrus
And holy Kuban clean stream!
These steppes, these mountains
I - and the roots and support
Karachay-Cherkessia is mine!
 
I am grateful to the Fatherland
For all the years of his life
Among the fraternal languages, darling persons
You are given by nature itself
The cradle of my peoples,
My cities, villages and villages!
 
You are the pearl of Russia!
Let the blue under the peaceful sky
Good will always be your fate!
And live forever, my dear,
Evil and bitterness without knowing
Karachay-Cherkessia is mine!
 

Make good things

You have strong arms
So protect a weak person
You are an intelligent person
So teach a stupid one
 
Your eyes... Your soul is kind and pure
So give it to someone who's lonely
 
Make good things across the earth
Make good things for the benefit of people
Not for thanks from people around you
 
I'll touch the sky
I will have had enough of shouting soon
I'll tell the secrets of the day till the morning comes
 
Make good things across the earth
Make good things for the benefit of people
Not for thanks from people around you
 

Deep Night, Gardens Rustle Quietly

Deep night, gardens rustle quietly
Only you, mom, are not sleeping.
I hear a rustle of your mouth - you´re repeating everything
In your hot supplication there is my name.
 
I know, the God hears your prayings
For your dear child
And in my soul with thanksgiving
I regain the light and the warmth.
 
What would I do if I wasn´t
On the trial next to you.
Mom, you sent me to God
And brought me to the church of God.
 
Grey hair is already on your temples
My dear mom - that is all me.
But I am begging you mom, forgive me
That I caused you grief, forgive me.
 
On your face, familiar since childhood
Life left traces of grief.
Mom, it was me with the disobedience
I hurt you without thinking - you cried.
 
May the Lord reward all our mothers
For their prayers for their children.
So they could see in eternity
All their sons and daughters.
 

Belarus and Russia

On my beloved's, it's not the diamonds that burn
On the cornflowers with light brown braids, but the summer dew.
And in the lake-eyes the stars are reflected
As if live silver.
 
On my beloved's the wind's voice is gentler
It calms the sadness, and warms in the bitter cold.
The angels at dawn
Silently sing along, learning toward her.
 
So different, yet still
Such can only happen to two sisters who are alike.
Chorus:
Two sisters - gifted by God
For both, one destiny, one path!
Two sisters - in the whole world there is none prettier!
Two sisters - Belarus and Russia!
 
Motherland who, as a woman, believes and remembers.
Every step and sigh of mine is filled with love for her.
For her I won't regret anything -
Not even life itself!
 
Motherland who, like women, is forever beautiful -
Neither time1 nor sorrows have any power.
And I'm really happy
back home.
 
So different, yet still
Such can only happen to two sisters who are alike.
Chorus:
Two sisters - gifted by God
For both, one destiny, one path!
Two sisters - in the whole world there is none prettier!
Two sisters - Belarus and Russia!
 

• 1. Lit. 'the years'

Cold Moon

I wander around the moon's plains
What have I lost and who am I looking for?
I don't know but it looks like
I'm going to be here till the morning
 
But I don't know when the morning will come
I lose track of time in the moon craters
But I don't know when the morning will come
I lose track of time in the moon craters
 
Why doesn't the cold moon bring me the morning?
Why doesn't the cold moon bring me the morning?
 
I wander around the moon's plains
Maybe I'll lose something, maybe I'll find someone
But I don't know for sure who
Maybe her, maybe you
 
But I don't know when the morning will come
I lose track of time in the moon craters
But I don't know when the morning will come
I lose track of time in the moon craters
I lose track of time
 
The moon is a cold place, it's cold...
 
Why doesn't the cold moon bring me the morning?
Why doesn't the cold moon bring me the morning?
 
It seems to feel lonely in the deserted silence
It seems to feel lonely in the deserted silence
 
The moon is a cold place, it's cold...
 

At the crossroads

At the crossroads
Sometimes dreams vanish
Sometimes hands clung together
In a farandole get loose
 
At the crossroads
We look at each other silently
We know the last train
Won't be for holidays
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
At the crossroads
It's not a stormy sky
But the daily grey
Colour of our journey
 
At the crossroads
We fear the last gestures
Afraid of spoiling that morning
The short time left to us
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 
You will follow your road
I'll follow mine...
Everyone for himself to a different fate
Everyone for himself towards sorrow
 

Oh, Oh, Oh

The dove of my soul,
oh, oh, oh,
look out of the window!
 
The dove of my soul,
oh, oh, oh,
look out of the window!
 
The first light of dawn already
wants to announce the new day…
The first light of dawn already,
oh, oh, oh,
wants to announce the new day.
 
The first light of dawn already
wants to announce the new day…
The first light of dawn already,
oh, oh, oh,
wants to announce the new day.
 
Wants to announce the new day!
 
Copyright®: Andrzej Pałka.

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Will You Let Me?

When you closed the door,
You didn't say a single word.
I believed, I waited,
And that means that I couldn't
Make peace with your leaving or bid you farewell.
It's cold, it's dark,
And all the same I await your reply,
Just a few seconds more.
I still live within you, as tenderly as ever.
 
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you in my heart?
And bit by bit I'll warm myself with it.
Will you let me love you forever?
And I'll keep on loving until you hear
My breathing next to you.
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you?
 
When I touch the emptiness
That once held both you and me,
I don't leave,
But I send you question after question.
I'm still in love with you,
So please, just let me
Warm you even if you can't see it.
This is my pain talking
And I can't escape it.
 
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you in my heart?
And bit by bit I'll warm myself with it.
Will you let me love you forever?
And I'll keep on loving until you hear
My breathing next to you.
 
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you in my heart?
And bit by bit I'll warm myself with it.
Will you let me love you forever?
 
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you in my heart?
And bit by bit I'll warm myself with it.
Will you let me love you forever?
And I'll keep on loving until you hear
My breathing next to you.
Will you let me love you?
Will you let me save you?
 
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A Story of Love

My eyes wander on the wall,
I don't answer the phone anymore.
On the veranda a spiderweb swings
and in my mind only your name remains.
 
In the glass of a bitter wine
your image appears and fades.
My present time lives the past
and in my mind only your name remains.
 
I do not want to recall
everything I felt,
I just want to yell
how much I miss you.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
This love so fierce
is gone forever.
It ended suddenly
and now we are so lonely.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
We loved each other at the wrong time
and we fought at an uncertain time.
It was an escape, it was discovered
and for both of us it’s a finished story.
 
I do not want to recall
everything I felt,
I just want to yell
how much I miss you.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
This love so fierce
is gone forever.
It ended suddenly
and now we are so lonely.
 
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
Fights, tenderness,
a story of love and madness.
 
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Hymn on the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria

We were born that night that the wolf gave birth.
In the morning, in the presence of lions’ roars, we were given names.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
In eagles’ nests, our mothers nourished us.
On stormclouds, our fathers taught us how to tame horses.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
 
Our mothers gave birth to us for the people and for the homeland.
And we bravely rose to their call.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
We grew up free among mountain eagles.
We proudly overcame difficulty and obstacles.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
 
The granite cliffs, like lead, will melt
before the horde of enemies will make us bow!
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
The ground will be engulfed in flames
before we will stand before the grave, having given up our honor!
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
 
We will never submit to anyone.
Death or freedom – we will get one or the other.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
Our sisters heal our wounds with song.
The feats in battle will lift the eyes of our loved ones.
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
 
If they try to starve us, we will gnaw on roots!
If they try to dehydrate us, we will drink the dew from the grass!
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
We were born that night that the wolf gave birth.
God, our people, and our homeland – we only serve them!
There is no god but Allah. [in Arabic]
 

The poor sparrow

I walk by your home
And I whistle and sing to you.
Like a spring's bird
I will always sing to you.
 
The poor sparrow
Is always on the move.
So many times you spend the night
With me, my birdie, at your home.
 
My turtledove, if you knew
What's inside my heart,
You would never let me go
From your embrace.
 
The poor sparrow
Is always on the move.
So many times you spend the night
With me, my birdie, at your home.
 
I have so many things to say to you.
They are at the tip of my mouth.
I'll start telling them to you
One by one, my lamb.
 
The poor sparrow
Is always on the move.
So many times you spend the night
With me, my birdie, at your home.
 

Because love

I waited for a change, promissed love
But I forgot to ask
Are you alone or with someone else?
It's late now
You can see everything in eyes
 
Okay, on the brakes, come on tommorrow
Love under skin, doesn't look like you'll be with me
Rain's empty, I want you all
But I won't, won't be with you
 
Why not with me?
Why are you into others?
Pretend you're drowning
All because, all because love
 
Why not with me?
Why are you into others?
Pretend you're drowning
All because, all because love
 
Deeper hold your breath
Goodbye to jokes
I'll tell you all
Maybe I let go
After everything,there where you are, there are no characteristics
From morning 'till spring
 
Well, on the brakes, everything is so uncomfortable
Day and night, wanna help with something
My luck's on the door
But everything will be, will be okay
 
Why not with me?
Why are you into others?
Pretend you're drowning
All because, all because love
 
Why not with me?
Why are you into others?
Pretend you're drowning
All because, all because love
 
Translated by Luka Marin ©
Instagram: @lukenzibitte
Any changes or copying will be punished by the law of copyright.
Превео Лука Марин ©

Because it's love.

I was waiting for changes, promised to love, but.
Pity, I didn't ask, you're alone or with someone?
Now it's late, simply believe.
I can see it all in your eyes...
Okay, let's hit the brakes, let's do it tomorrow.
Love under the skin, doesn't look like me.
Empty train, I'm over my head with you.
But I will not, I will not be with you.
 
[Chrus:]
But why not with me?
But why you 're with someone else?
I'll pretend, that I'm drowning.
All because, because it's love.
But why not with me?
But why you 're with someone else?
I'll pretend, that I'm drowning.
All because, because it's love.
 
I'll hold deeper my breath, we will joke, while saying goodbye.
I'll tell you everything, maybe it will set me free.
After all, there, where you're, there is no line.
Till morning two springs.?
Okey, let's hit the breaks, everything so awkward.
And want to help with something both night and day
My luck with lost cause, already wait by the doors.
But everything will be, everything will be okay.
 
[Chrus:]
But why not with me?
But why you 're with someone else?
I'll pretend, that I'm drowning.
All because, because of love.
But why not with me?
But why you 're with someone else?
I'll pretend, that I'm drowning.
All because, because it's love.
 

Be Prepared

[I] know your brain's absorption
Is as cunning as a common wild pig
But listen, pay attention!
Respect my words of pride
Out of your vacant gaze
There are no rays there
But this is an important matter
My cause must be heard!
Be prepared for sabotage
[for] Terrific news!
New glory will be done
(Where is our position?
Listen to teacher!)
It's probably not ethical
But you get something if I suceed
Fairness that benefits me
Be prepared!
 
(Yeah, be prepared! Heh heh, we'll be prepared... for what?
The death of the king!
Why? Is he sick?
No, we'll kill him... Simba too!
Good! Who needs a king? No king, no king, la la la la la-
Idiots! There will be a king!
Hey, but you said-
I will be king! Be faithful, [and] you won't starve again!
Yay! Long live the king!)
 
We'll stay after being united*
With a king that is adored!
Quid pro quo, you must work on something
The future is full of happiness
I am indeed your friend*
What must be considered is
You can't [get] everything!*
 
Be prepared for the course of this coup!
The course of a plan of plunder!
Meticulousness and tenacity too
Up to now the choice of the kingship*
that is undisputed, respected, impressive
I will be the greatest!
This is my ambition
Be prepared!
This is my ambition
Be prepared!
 

Cruella De Vil

Cruella De Vil,
Cruella De Vil,
Only she can frighten you!
Seeing her must give you goosebumps!
Cruella, Cruella...
Like a spider ready to prey!
Watch out for Cruella De Vil!
 
[Interlude]
 
At first you think Cruella is a devil,
Long after the night has disappeared
You begin to realize
And you stare at her eyes
That are watching you!
(Anita: That's not helping, Roger-)
The bat,
The evil monster,
She must be locked up and never let out!
The world was so tranquil before
Cruella De Vil existed!
 

Father Christmas's song

The hard road waits for you
This is not a secret
I'll give you three pieces of advice
To help you a little bit
 
Don't wait for help in the fairy tale
On the road
Try to support everyone
Who waits for your help
 
The long road waits for you
I can't hide the fact that
Sometimes it's not easy to recognize evil
In the guise of good
 
Don't get discouraged
If you meet difficulties on your way
But hold each other tight,
My friends
But hold each other tight,
My friends
 

tsol m'i

ti dnouf
ti dnouf ev'i
reh dnouf ev'i
 
reh dnouf ev'i
reh dnouf ev'i
reh dnouf ev'i
 
m'i
m'i
tsol m'i
 
i'm lost
sorry, do you know where i must go?
not me
i found her
i found her
i don't know where i'm going
i'm lost
i'm lost
i found her
i found her
 
m'i
m'i
tsol m'i
 
i found her
i found her
i found her
i found her
 
m'i
m'i
tsol m'i
 
i'm lost
 
m'i
m'i
tsol m'i
 
i'm lost, yeah
i'm, i'm
i'm lost, yeah
i'm lost, yeah
i'm lost, yeah
i'm lost yeah,
i'm, i'm i'm
 

Dream

Versions: #2
(Zabava)
Small village house, stove and a cradle,
A timber flooring, a bench and the candle.
Small purring kitten, hardworking husband,
Here's an elation that makes me gladdened.
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Tzar)
Don't give me backing, I'll somehow manage,
To bring my dear daughter to the gainful marriage.
House of plenty for my Zabava.
Here's an elation, and my God's manna.
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Polkan)
Zabava is near me and I am crowned,
I'm standing solid on the new ground.
All the new money, all the new reaches,
Here's an elation, from rags to riches!
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(Vanya)
Small village house, stove and a cradle,
A timber flooring, a bench and the candle.
And gang of kids there running around,
Here's an elation, is it, Zabava?
 
If only my sought-for dream has come true,
Just think of new life for both me and you.
Should wish got out of the blue,
The life would change and make a big breakthrough.
 
(All together)
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
Just only if, just only if,
The life would be a pretty one.
 

Vodyanoy Song

Versions: #2
I'm Vodyanoy, I'm Vodyanoy,
My water life is not a joy.
And all of my swamp girlfriends are leeches, toads and maggots.
Yuck, it's so disgusting!
 
Ah! My life is such a torment!
Well, to the blazes with it...
Just like a grebe I'm half-bent,
And of the flight, of the sweet flight, of the free flight I'm dreaming!
 
I'm Vodyanoy, I'm Vodyanoy,
I live a single life of coy.
Inside of me there's water,
And no-one stays with pauper.
Disgusting!
 
Ah! My life is such a torment!
Well, to the blazes with it...
Just like a grebe I'm half-bent,
And of the flight, of the sweet flight, of the free flight I'm dreaming!
 

And maybe, and maybe, and maybe...

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One ordinary fable,
Or maybe not a fable,
The one that’s out of order
We'd like for you to hear.
 
We cherish it from boyhood,
Or was it not the boyhood?
The story might be faded,
But we’ll try to recall.
 
(Start off, then!)
 
’Twas we recall a crow once,
Or was it just a doggy,
Or maybe even moo-cow,
Whom fortune one day found.
 
A package was delivered -
With quarter pound of fine cheese
Or was it twice the bigger?
Consider it a pound!
 
She took wing to a fir-tree
Unless she didn’t wing it.
Perhaps she took a running start
And mounted a palm.
 
To have herself fine breakfast,
Or was it lunch, or dinner?
Perhaps it was a supper
Where she would dine in peace.
 
(So what’s next?)
 
Just then a fox was dashing,
Or jogging was her failure?
An Emu full of hate there was,
Or was he kind at heart?…
 
Perhaps it was a janitor
Who paced along the countryside
And was in hunt for hazel twigs
To make a nice new broom?
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
Now listen, oh my crowie -
Or are you just a doggy -
Or maybe you’re a moo-cow, -
But still a work of art!
 
You’ve got some lovely feathers
A massive rack of antlers
Such slim and slender hoovies
And heart of the pure gold!
 
Should you provide some croaking,
Or we could hear your barking,
Or simply moo melodiously -
It's what the cows would do.
 
And then one great big saddle,
A carpet and a telly
You'd surely be awarded
Without too much ado!
 
Well then the silly crowie,
Or was it just a doggy
Or maybe even… a hippo!
Starts off the silly tune…
 
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Which meant her beak got opened,
Or was it just a dog-snout,
Or maybe even muzzle,
In short, the cheese was dropped.
 
Right on the fox's noggin,
Or was it just the Emu’s,
Or maybe an old janitor’s,
Who on the head got bopped!
 
The moral for this fable
Or maybe not a fable
Not just a clever grown-up,
A toddler could decode:
 
No loitering, no frolicking,
No singing and no dancing
In a construction area
With a suspended load!
 

The good girls

How can I believe that you still want me
and return
since I learn other things and you tell me other things
 
The good girls I know that they don't stay up late
and belong to one when they love
Good girls, I know that they don't stay up all night
they don't get drunk and in their houses, they return early
 
But you are always everywhere, that's what rumours say
and that you're like every another girl
that don't have in their blood even a drop of besa
and in almost every mistake you're included
 
How can I return to a burned love
and turned off
for all those things you have done while I wasn't around
 
The good girls I know that they don't stay up late
and belong to one when they love
Good girls, I know that they don't stay up all night
they don't get drunk and in their houses, they return early
 
But you are always everywhere, that's what rumours say
and that you're like every other girl
that don't have in their blood even a drop of besa
and in almost every mistake you're included
 

Borussia (Borussia Dortmund)

Here in Dortmund exists a Phenomenon
that all People stay behind Borussia
Here you go alone because of tradition
to all matches in the stadion
 
As Child do I went with my father there
and he also was brought there with his father
Borussia is connecting every generation
Man and Woman, all nations
 
Here you don't ask for poor or rich.
We Fans are on the Tribune we are all the same.
At Wind and Weather, we are there. We all just want:
 
Borussia, Borussia!
Borussia, Borussia!
 
Borussia you are fervor
you connect and make friends
Borussia you embody the region
For some of us even religion
 
Many people look up to you
You always find a way
you always stand up
Borussia you are masterfully
and that's why we love you
 
Borussia, Borussia!
Borussia, Borussia!
 
Borussia, Borussia!
Borussia, Borussia!
 
Borussia, Borussia!
Borussia, Borussia!
 
Borussia, Borussia!
Borussia, Borussia!
 
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To Russia With Love

If you're falling, listen, look up to the sky.
Never give up. I ask you a favor:
Take my hand, and don't suffer anymore.
 
Turn to your faith. Come on, raise your spirits.
You should believe that miracles happen,
and that stars will show up soon.
 
Look around you, fill it with color.
I know the lights are starting to shine.
Feel my whole heart in this song.
See the fire shining through the sky.
 
The party's starting. Open up your heart.
We have today to celebrate.
Smile and dance, I'm your Natasha,
forever, until the end.
 
Come with me. Open up your heart.
Let happiness rain down.
Let the choirs sing: 'To Russia with love'
I give you my love as a gift.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
You can conquer the whole world.
Put on a pretty dress, take flight
so that you are the fire. Start believing.
 
Look around you, fill it with color.
I know the lights are starting to shine.
Feel my whole heart in this song.
See the fire shining through the sky.
 
The party's starting. Open up your heart.
We have today to celebrate.
Smile and dance, I'm your Natasha,
forever, until the end.
 
Come with me. Open up your heart.
Let happiness rain down.
Let the choirs sing: 'To Russia with love'
I give you my love as a gift.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
I love you Russia!
Come with me!
Smile!
Dance!
Come on!!!
 
Come with me. Open up your heart.
Let happiness rain.
Let the choirs sing: 'To Russia with Love'
I give you my love as a gift.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
Sing it! To Russia with love.
 
To Russia with love.
 
(Spoken)
Happy New Year!
We love you, Zarina and I, your Natasha.
 

Good evening, Anakiejka!

‘Good evening, Anakiejka!’
‘Same to you, my lady!’
‘What are you doing, Anakiejka?’
‘I’m seiwing rye, my lady.’
‘Why do you need rye, Anakiejka?’
‘To make vodka, my lady.’
‘Drink a cup, Anakiejka!’
‘Here’s to you, my lady!’
‘Drink another, Anakiejka!’
‘Oh, I’ll be drunk, my lady!’
‘Sit on a chair, Anakiejka!’
‘I don’t have a chance, my lady.’
‘So kiss me, Anakiejka!’
‘My lips hurt, my lady!’
‘Oh, the lord is coming, Anakiejka!’
‘And I’ve warned you, my lady!’
‘Hide, Anakiejka.’
‘Where do I hide, my lady?’
‘Lie under the bed, Anakiejka.’
‘I’ll start laughing, my lady.’
‘Stand in the corner, Anakiejka.’
‘The lord will see me, my lady’.
‘Climb up the chimney, Anakiejka!’
‘I’m black enough, my lady.’
‘Go trough the window, Anakiejka.’
‘Goodbye, my lady.’
‘Don’t tell about this, Anakiejka.’
‘I won’t even if they hang me, my lady.’
 

River

Oh, river, river, why aren’t you high,
Why aren’t your high, not as high as your bank?
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, not as high as your bank?
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, not as high as your bank?
 
But how can I be high, flowing as high as my bank?
But how can I be high, flowing as high as my bank?
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, flowing as high as my bank
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, flowing as high as my bank
 
Hey ha-he-ho
Hey ha-he-ho
Hey ha-he-ho
Hey ha-he-ho
 
Janka was letting his horse drink, Mania was drawing my water out,
Janka was letting his horse drink, Mania was drawing my water out,
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, Mania was drawing my water out
Lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li, Mania was drawing my water out
 
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li
Oh lyu-li lyu-li lyu-li