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Sa mai ramanem impreuna

Sa mai ramanem impreuna
eu imi retrag
fiecare ranchiuna.
Dragostea unei nopti
nu frizeaza sufletul,
nu atinge inima.
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna
Acea dorinta a mea
de razbunare
nu este deloc utila
nu este stilul meu
si nu ma satisface
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna
pentru ca te urasc si te iubesc
si as vrea doar pentru mine
aerul ce-l respiram.
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna.
indepartati nu traim...
Si as vrea doar pentru mine
aerul ce-l respiram.
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna
In timp ce o spun
deja imi pare rau.
Daca acum ai fi plecat
n-as misca
nici macar un deget.
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna
Daca la ora opt
esti in intarziere.
Nu ma calmez
Nu stau linistit
daca nu te sun.
 
Sa mai ramanem impreuna
pentru ca te urasc si te iubesc
si as vrea doar pentru mine
aerul ce-l respiram.
 
Sa msi ramanem impreuna
indepartati nu traim...
Si as vrea doar pentru mine
aerul ce-l respiram
 

A Sorrowful Asian Boy

Standing with my back to the dawning sky
I wait for you at the balcony
Braving the rain, I wait for you with a nihilistic look on my face
A sorrowful Asian boy who has been deprived of freedom mutters
That the painful game hasn't begun yet
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
The Asian boy is bound by his strong weakness
 
Standing with my back to the dawning sky
What color dream do I have?
With aesthetics jokes, I hurt others unintentionally
Ah, the Asian boy whose lover has been stolen mutters
That he was agonizing over love and sincerity
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't die in the middle of my weakness'
'Although I want to touch your white breasts...'
'I want to touch your breasts, though...'
Being bound by his strong weakness
The sorrowful...YES SIR!
 
The lost young soldier wanders in search of flowers
Crying out, 'I had the same dream as you!'
 
'Although I want to touch your pink lips...'
'I want to touch your lips, though...'
'I can't shorten my life in exchange for strongness'
Look, God is behind me raising a sword over his head
Let my dream scatter like fluttering petals
Sorrowful Asian boy
 
Ah ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
Ah ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Are you by any chance an Asian boy, too?
 
ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY ah ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY
Oh ASIAN BOY oh ASIAN BOY
 

Chip 'n' Dale Intro (Russian)

Too often, the trouble is knocking at the door
But it is not difficult to believe in rescuers
Just need to call them
Friends do not need to wait long
 
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- in a hurry
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- the best
They are always in a hurry where there is trouble
Where they are is always a success
 
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- in a hurry
Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip and Dale- the best
They are always in a hurry where there is trouble
Where they are is always a success
 

Pentru cineva ca tine

Spune-mi, este adevarat, nu-i un vis?
Îți văd părul, îți văd fața.
Ești lângă mine, în sfârșit.
Un înger sosit în lumea mea.
 
Pentru cineva ca tine, plouă cu flori,
Norii de pe cer dispar imediat.
Pentru cineva ca tine, copacii sunt acolo
Pe drum alături de tine, zambindu-ți.
Poate un poet a visat la tine,
Ca la rima iubirii, care nu există încă.
 
Spune-mi este adevarat, că-mi spui:
Rămâi cu mine, pentru că mă placi?
Nu există nimic de care sa mai am nevoie.
Un înger sosit în lumea mea.
 
Pentru cineva ca tine, plouă cu flori,
Norii de pe cer dispar imediat.
Pentru cineva ca tine, copacii sunt acolo
Pe drum alături de tine, zambindu-ți.
Poate un poet a visat la tine,
Ca la rima iubirii, care nu există încă.
 
Spune-mi, este adevarat, nu-i un vis?
Îți văd părul, îți văd fața.
Spune-mi, este adevarat, nu-i un vis?
Îți văd părul, îți văd fața.
 

Mímir's Death

The Vanir initially wanted to preserve the peace
To honour and protect the peace they came to the idea,
to name Hœnir of the Æsir to lead their House,
and me, the giant Mímir, to nominate as his right-hand-man
 
So we lived for some time completely without dispute
and only enjoyed how beautiful life is
We steered the fate and activity of the Vanir
with the best knowledge and conscience in calm, good directions
 
With time it happened that Hœnir's mind addled
His status in Vanaheimr's hall was that he was a braggart
Blinded by the power, that the Council had given him
He enraged the Vanir with his patter
 
'I created the World', he spoke, 'therefore pay me homage!
I am a grand creator and only thus are you all here!'
The Vanir presumed that all Æsir were as he,
and were united in their desire to see the death of Valhalla's sons
 
The price for Hœnir's megalomania and pomposity
is the death of the giant Mímir and so broke the union asunder
Built through one word on the pledge of victory
given through the Gods and ruined through a murder
So begins a new war
We go to battle
and fight side-by-side for the preservation of our power
 
One day befell it so, that's when it happened
Hœnir boasted as never before, there was a fight
Somebody drew a battle axe at this brawl
and beheaded me with a loud cry
'Now we will see,' he said facing Hœnir,
'what you're really worth without your right hand!'
That was the last of what I heard,
thereafter came the dark night
and only here with you now am I awoken from my sleep
 
The price for Hœnir's megalomania and pomposity
is the death of the giant Mímir and so broke the union asunder
Built off of victory's pledge through one word
given through the Gods and ruined through a murder
So begins a new war
We go to battle
and fight side-by-side for the preservation of our power
 

An invitation

To the ridge invites the dawn, so go
- To gather sun in palms
And throw the flame out of your hand,
To give the others the warmth:
 
To light up the pulse of hearts and blood
- Reminding promises old
Covered with oblivion
-In the soulless corners of forts.
 

Recollections 1-8

I.
 
A| Small town, a mixed bunch of
B| ocupants in place of refugees
C| on two floors furnished rooms,
D| where there were no ghosts, and no living too
E| in the sideboard faience, ear made from porcelain
F| room with furniture in the retro style
G| wardrobe hangers, but no musty clothes
H| boots standing to attention as if redying themselves to march
A1| and at a neighbor (no elevator in the building)
A1| still geburstag meat from some cheap butchery,
A| as if the show was starting again,
B| but is it worth to look so carefully,
C| if the doors of all tenements
D| are open wide because it is now finished:
E| the war toil of successful annexations
F| so oblivion had sank into obscurity
G| and for those who did not believe or denied the one and only truth
H| they sent valenki from a penal company
A2| as for Joseph born from mother from over the Bug
A2| because he had extra stuff packed
 
II.
 
A| Good Father Of The Nation via his intermediaries,
B| chameleons of a mirror tint
C| when boys returned from the West,
D| listened the dripping of the drops on the grave
E| since Emily was unaware of the facts|
F| she played on the harmony at saturday weddings
G| in nearby villages that with a Prussian wall
H| simpered to the strangers from cross-border cottages|
A1| but because it was needed, she allowed|
A1| perhaps a spark of faith still flickered in her
A| that it is possible to squeeze the soul out of the eagle-crested buttons|
B| as if she was thinking about the greatest treasure
C| if her play will please foreigners
D| she'll have the strength to long
E| she'll see the light, but not in these houses,
F| because at that time nobody wanted to use an oil lamp
G| to be able to blend in with that architecture
H| of commendments from unreachable heights|
A2| you were not to blame, Emily
A2| because the scale as inclined plane
 
III.
 
A| The simplest of the machines without Newton's laws
B| mass inertia in the rotation circle
C| pavement on the Żeromskiego street, then,
D| trampled down by people living corpses out of nowhere
E| because the weight of the weights was mistaken
F| netting of the fences with a throng of looters
G| and so, happy childhood has passed
H| on the retrieved but less prolific land
A1| than chernozems pigs and pork fat
A1| spring grown in winter crops from grain
A| because in the adolescent-grounds it is impossible to beat
B| clever brats, though empty heads
C| mothers who wanted to have an educated one
D| so that he would not have to bow to the straw
E| before bedtime more important than any other factor
F| apart from the creaking floor and the room
G| with evergreen pine needles outside the window
H| he was more than bottle-washer
A2| like rusted neighbor's tractor
A2| whose immobility nothing now will stop
 
IV.
 
A| Joseph was sent to confess his own guilts,
B| which dripped from the tap to the mourning
C| for those who had cut arteries
D| and for those whom God has forgiven in the name of
E| freedom of the speech from ear to ear
F| and through the peephole they often
G| secretly observed him in his cage concrete
H| as he was sleeping in the standing pose
A1| the only right pose behind the red wall
A1| without any hope for a rope and a noose
A| eating potato peelings every day
B| and cabbage as an apetizer
C| he thought about bread in an elite rye,
D| about bird sounds and about this girl
E| left to be able to listen
F| noises of Smotrycz's victory, but with a defeat
G| of two nations hipnosis' puzzle
H| which suits, but not in kolkhoz
A2| because he with himself pushed the heavy handcart up
A2| counting the stumbles of warped wheels
 
V.
 
A| And the Easter rattle of the kulaks
B| was reminding about cleaning of the windows
C| to see better but not necessarily know
D| what should be consecrated in the basket
E| of useful gifts needed for tomorrow
F| then in the attic bran and flour
G| and behind the barn in the brog - empty ears
H| for those who are ready to search with the pitchfork
A1| even without teeth if only to smell out anything
A1| for the last time and not the first
A| declamation of unreadable characters
B| does not entitle to daydreaming
C| of copper tint in the given inheritance
D| and in the transitory nature of defective memory
E| to manage to note down the facts before the reveille
F| because in reality it is not separation anymore
G| but uniting with the only aftermath
H| after whipping everyone supposedly healthy
A2| because it has been possible to partially heal the marks
A2| sewing solid Yalta peasants' coats
 
VI.
 
A| Equating not one god
B| with lepers inside and from over the river
C| far away, where dreams had been left
D| rotten junk shreds of will
E| memories about battles and defense effects
F| where no stone will arise on the stone
G| nor behind a wall called a fence
H| from humanity and side effects
A1| totally not authentic moral attitudes
A2| in the formulation of nickel silver until today it reflects
A| with the victory of defeat in the ways of the time
B| and on the foreground near and far
C| orange blue and white
D| sails of sinking ships were rolled up
E| but it is impossible to end once and for all
F| because still on the back needless mark
G| of a past which it is difficult to call a shadow
H| if she is still groping in the dark
A2| or wants to anoint the wound inflamed
A2| in one of the pro publico bono temples
 
VII.
 
A| Fragrance of incense over the city
B| the vanity of conflagration of the ashes in a small urn
C| via God's delegates
D| on the battlefield among the living
E| times since the celebration of the anniversary
F| of old illnesses of mind and body
G| children of jugglers in a travelling cinema
H| of indifference, because in such a nation
A1| one can choose to make it better
A1| so the clumsy commandment of love lives on
A| but the ceremony of washing the feet is still preferred
B| and it can be assumed that will understand
C| rhyme so complicated priest Robak and terror
D| do not look back and be ahead of them all the time
E| not in the bastion of party savages
F| with wisdom washed out of their minds by
G| grist to the small mill in verbal pantomime
H| neatly packed in paper boats
A2| drawings in sails with a lame mare
A2| scraps of notes with muddy paint they'll stitch
 
VIII.
 
The sun sets and rises at the same time
and from the sleep wakes up and to sleep puts
uncountability of years days and hours
on junkyards, saturated with blood yards of
wrecks and people with a dead conscience
but doom not for all is destined,
because they say that there is predestination
written but no one knows the place
and whether it is connected with a specific name
or maybe depends on bad luck or good forutne
the colour of one's skin or dwelling-place,
ambiguity of the resident's role
and please, don't say to what you are inclined
wherever you are among what events
because there are contemplations unfinished
or they evoke only disgust
because I still feel like an adversary
 
Commentary:
 
The poem Recollections occupies a special place in Wieslaw Musialowski's work due to the length and rhythmic pattern used, which allows for a variety of readings.
 
The poem concerns the history of Emilia Musialowska, grandmother of Wieslaw Musialowski, and the tragic fate of her son Joseph.
 
Emilia Musialowska, née Szczepańska, born in Kamieniec Podolski, was exiled to Irkutsk with her family. After the end of the Second World War she returned to Kamieniec, and then, after the division of Europe in Yalta, she left for Poland, to the city of Niemodlin, which was a part of former German territories. She lived in a small apartment on Żeromskiego street. Wanting to unite the whole family, she convinced her youngest son Joseph to return to Poland from Belgium. After his return he was immediately arrested by the Secret Political Police (UB) under the suspicion of spying for the Allies. He was detained in a tiny cell, he was beaten and tormented in a sophisticated manner to confess to espionage.
 
One of the forms of torture used was the dripping water, which dripped constantly, never stopping, twenty-four hours a day.
 
Every now and then, Joseph Musialowski was released from the prison and locked in a mental hospital, where various pharmaceuticals had been administered to him.
 
After a few years of such 'therapy', he died.
 

M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata

Mergeam 'stinsa' , blocata in gandurile-mi
N-am putut a iesi '
Stinse 'luminile'
Vocile-mi launtrice erau asa galagioase
 
Nevoia-mi de-un start
N-am putut sa simt ..
Imi doresc sa pot disparea
Vocile-mi' din cap erau asa 'reale
 
Insa tu ai stat alaturi de mine
Noapte dupa noapte , noapte dupa noapte
M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata, viataaaa!!!!
Din 'coma'
Asteptarea s-a sfarsit !!!
Tu M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata, la viata !!!
Din letargie
Noi iubiti suntem din nou in asta seara
 
Inapoi la viata, inapoi la viata, inapoi la viata, inapoi la viata
 
Tu m-ai trezit , o atingere si ca traiesc am simtit
Tu M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata, la viata, credeam
ca ma stinsessem' ...
Vocile erau asa taute
 
Insa tu ai stat alaturi de mine
Noapte dupa noapte , noapte dupa noapte
M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata, viataaaa!!!!
Din 'coma'
Asteptarea s-a sfarsit !!!
Tu M-ai iubit, readucandu-ma la viata, la viata !!!
Din letargie
Noi iubiti suntem din nou in asta seara
 
Mana ferma', si-o inima deschisa
Tu ai vazut peste durere , peste masca
Niciodata nu ai renuntat la mine !!
 

Russians and Americans

It's an ordinary day, and the same I'm like I'm
walking in my boots on a frosty morning.
The nose becomes blurred, and the wind, the bitch, the cheek prick, The
brown bear stomped on the rope next to it.
From his muzzle sweep a couple of bread crumbs,
I'll remember the Bells and press the matryoshka,
I'll tighten my ear-flap with ear-flaps and the song will be tightened.
When the nightingale answers me from the birch.
The balalaika does not have a string, but it makes so much sense.
As in that woman, that meets the rocker,
Pour fire to me and nuddai park -
In Hollywood, they gave the role to the Russian peasant.
 
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans
 
My mom made porridge, made cabbage soup,
But Anton 1 left Rashi, like fuckin 'shit.
And then the sun somehow became a stove,
Expiring afterwards, I scream: 'Son of a bitch'.
White white just a bit to chew for Adam's apple.
Negro Negro says: 'Get on my dick'
And then every second straight hooligan.
At every corner the cops shout: 'Put your gun down.'
I tell the taxi driver: 'Do not drive, you bastard.'
He to me pokes a gun in a forehead: 'Nigga, nigga'.
I take one ticket 'New-York-Moscow',
So that I will give Oscar for my soup and mush.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul wide open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians ...
 
Is it true that banknotes will soon disappear?
Is it true that airplanes will cease to fall?
What did the rovers find there? (ah?)
Where I come from, it's all myths,
Forbidden routers and there is no information.
Where are the artificial organs, what is there with immortality?
Who will become the best rapper of the millennium?
What are you standing there like, where is this information?
Or maybe you have also been kept secret?
Where I come from, people do not really like
Something to invent, except for old guns.
Fine tuning of the machine by hitting the sledgehammer,
Tilting the glass with the impact of the chimes.
A paratrooper, capable of making a somersault from a horizontal bar,
Talents are like weeds on the asphalt.
Itself, I look, you stand slightly guilty,
After all, the facts will come up for sure tomorrow.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed up, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
 
The nightingale
will answer me, The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 

The New Zealand Song

Getfor sorverzym hurra deway
Getfor sorverzym ylla kughay
Ordustur shurshur umma myrdyn
Getfor sorverzym ylla aihym
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Sun went down under the rusty green,
With the lost leg [the] childhood was gone.
 
The flowers wither, grasses dry up,
The phthisic boy's chopping wood with an ax.
Yet during the last spring (we wish we're him!)
During the last spring he found a dime!
 
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There're big bosses

[Hotep and Huy:]
In a name of the God Ra...
Mut...Nut...Khnum...Ptah...
Nephthys...Nekhbet...Sobek...Sekhment...
Sokar...Selket...Reshpu...Wadjet...
Anubis...Anukis...
Seshmu...Meshkent...Hemsut...Tefnut...
Heket...Mafdet...
Ra...Mut...Nut...Ptah...
Hemsut...Tefnut...Sokar...Selket...
Seshmu...Reshpu...Sobek...Wadjet...
Heket...Mafdet...Nephthys...Nekhbet...Ra...
 
[You] thought you came with this stick
And the villains would dart away as fast as they can
Forgive us this pathetic laugh
But we're gonna show you who's the [real] God here
Boy 1
 
There're big bosses2, brother
There're big bosses, brother
That's so cute!
The agility of our gestures
Will show you that
There're big bosses, brother
 
There're big bosses, brother
There're big bosses, brother
Poor thing, in front of you
There are two real mages
Stow your childish games3
Your crutch is off the mark
There're big bosses, brother
 
[Priests' Choir:]
Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah
Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket
Anubis, Anukis
Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet...
 
[Hotep and Huy:]
There're big bosses, brother
Local big bosses, brother
The Gods will command
And you'll be buried in the ground
Have you started a fight?
Not the best time.
Our hearts don't hold anger
If you want you'll be our assistant
Stick with us and you'll be happy
[Or else] You'll die for the truth
There're big bosses
There're big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
Big bosses, big bosses
There're big bosses, brother
 

• 1. more literal translation is «son»
• 2. Practically, «Дяди» can be translated both as «Uncles» or «Men» depending on the meaning of the word
• 3. literally «Stow your kindergarten»

The bride's weeping

Maiden, hear me singing,
The takers are already at your door,
The men are at your gate to take you away.
 
Do you think, poor girl,
Do you think they will take you for a month
or for a day?
 
Do you think, poor girl,
that your work is over, that your worries are lessened?
The worries are just beginning,
you will get plenty to think about.
 
The veil will bring you sorrow,
with the wedding clothes you get too many words,
and sadness with the wedding weaves.
 
Weep, maiden, when you are getting married,
cry when they take you.
If you don’t weep when you are getting married,
you will weep all your life.
 
Cry, cry, our girl,
weep with our weeping.
 
When you were at your father’s home,
your father called you his flower,
your mother called you the sunrise,
your sister called you her precious little bird,
your brother called you his little fish from the water.
 
When you will go to another home,
your father-in-law will call you a sledge,
your mother-in-law will call you a swollen log,
your brother-in-law will call you a viper,
you sister-in-law will call you an evil woman.
 
I sing to my sister,
I chirp to my precious dear (“golden-breast”).
Now you will be separated from us,
parted as a cut-off piece of bread,
and they will give you another name
 

A father like me

If the lawyer1
the girl will go away
if the tutelage falls of you
remember she's also mine
and I tell you yes
obstacles why?
companion no
lover but
at least in this there's
a father like me.
 
Being a mother is actually
is much too easy
it's already a half sainthood
for she never errs
for us insecurity
in school there isn't
society
tells us no
it makes up stories
[about] a father like me.
 
Craziness is an excuse
it's said to all those
I take this path
for her and not for me
it's her who pays the price
of happiness
I should be paying
she's got no blame in this
she almost doesn't know that it's
a father like me.
 
But then the girl will grow
without my warmth
but the Lord will think of us
in those big iniquities
So sooner or later
Time will make clear
your clock
my clock
she will understand who is
a father like me.
 

• 1. Alt. synonyms in the English-speaking world: barrister, solicitor, or attorney

The new adventures of Winnie the Pooh

It is already time to get up, go outside,
To meet the friend again.
Cute, fluffy, round because this is my
Winnie! Winnie the Pooh bear!
Among a swarm of bees
Which is like a swarm of bear-cubs!
Winnie! Climbs up without problems!
Ramboli-bamboli,
To the oak to eat honey.
Fun is always here,
And we always want more adventures,
It is like: one per hour.
And when you are alone
In a house among the four walls...
When something bothers you,
You have a friend!
Winnie! Winnie the Pooh bear!
Wherever you go...
Hey! I will go there too!
Winnie and no wonders.
Tomorrow and today
I and my fluffy bear.
 
Eniisi Lisika.

Camin in flacari

V1
NU vreau mult s-astept, s-astept mult, s-astept mult
Am realizat ca 'ard' incet, insa 'Ard' iubire
Durerea simt si bine se simte , stiu ca ar face-o
Inima-ti 'arde incet', eu durerea simt si strig ....
 
Pre
Am nevoie de tine , amnevoie de tinee
Iubire, vreau a te asimila
Precum oxigenul, precum oxigenul !!
 
Refren
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
Mistui in flacari
Iar tu de vina esti
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat'
 
Vers2
Asa ca ...du-ma catre ceruri' acum
Precum noi ardem , precum noi regasiti suntem
Du-ma catre ceruri' acum
Sufletu-mi striga ....1!!
 
Pre
Am nevoie de tine , amnevoie de tinee
Iubire, vreau a te asimila
Precum oxigenul, precum oxigenul !
 
Refren
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
Mistui in flacari
Iar tu de vina esti
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat'
 
Leg
Iubeste-ma in ritmul bataii tobei
Iubeste-ma pna ce 'zidurile' cedeaza
Iubeste-ma in ritmul bataii tobei , in ritmul bataii tobei
Iubeste-ma
 
Pre
Iubire, vreau a te respira'
Precum oxigenul, precum oxigenul !
 
Refren
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
Mistui in flacari
Iar tu de vina esti
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
Si vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
vreau a continua sa ard'!!
Iubire, eu-s un camin' inflacarat'
 

Unless

I ask how's it going
You don't want to speak
There's an immense emptiness
You tell me hi
I don't want to respond
Our love is dying
I already don't know how to say
Why it happened
We're so different
I know, the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 
Already the night has arrived
I can no longer sleep
The cold solitude is killing me
You don't even want to see me
Nor do I try to understand
The fire that once existed is dying1
I wanted to converse
To say one more time:
'To say we love each other means to continue ahead'
But I know the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 

• 1. Lit. 'turning off'

Last nights without you

Last nights without you made me lose my way on this spring,
Last nights without you under the stars and artillery fire...
Trembling and burning the edge of a sky, drops a gray shadow -
Last moments without you are like eternity with you..
 
Only flowers remind me the kindness of your hands
In the cold bastion only could make me warm..
Last nights without you in sparks of this battle hell,
You are so far from me, and I believe - that you are near!
 
Every day, every night, it's like a real
I'm holding to you, I'm walking to you
In that prays in my dreams the heavens i ask:
If only you could hea like I love you..
 
Someone may say 'it's in vain', but it's would be not me.
I know what it is 'I have', I know how it is 'I must'!
Last nights without you under the stars and artillery fire,
Last nights without you made me lose my way on this spring..
 

To my home

Fight, my heart. Strength, don't leave me
Now that I'm finally here
Everyone says 'let yourself be guided'
Who wil guide me?
On an endless journey
Returning to the past
 
I know I'll get there, I know there's someone waiting for me
I dreamt of it, it wasn't a mistake
And protective arms will welcome me to the place where I'm from
I know I'm close to remembering my past
 
Who am I? Who did I use to be?
What family gave me their love one day?
Who am I? Who did I use to be?
I will never be happy without finding out
 
Step by step, I will go after my hopes
No one knows where I'm going
Whether to know who I was or towards my future
Let my heart speak now
Let this be the sign to finally get to remember my past
And go back home
 

Scurt Poem- iubirea cea dainuitoare

Vara , cea vazuta prin fereastra , parfumul primei ploi ea il are
Si desi Toamna colorata-mi al meu par, carunt
Eu tot la tine tin !
 
Nu calatorim cu acelasi 'tren' ,
Caci scris n-a fost in a destinului carte
Eu inca te iubesc !
 
Cuvintele-mi de speranta , ce in poezie le transpun
Arunc pe-al meu 'mormant' si aminteste-ti , iubita....
Eu precum in vremuri te iubesc !!
 
Desi in necunoscut, purtat de puterea clipei
Poate am sa te intalnesc in nesfarsitul albastru intr-o zi
Si iubire, are sa fie
 

Whose sin

I heard the sound of your cries
As quiet as the mountain
I see how clear your eyeballs are
As mild as the mountain
 
Oh oh you're my child
who bears the sin
as you were born
although you should be as transparent as glass
What can I be proud of
You don't understand my words of apology yet
 
Whose sin, whose sin is this?
Whose fault, whose fault is this?
I should not ask anymore
 
I heard how cheerful your laugh is
Stabbing my heart
I see how fresh your rosy cheeks are
Like it's so cloudy
 
Oh oh you're my child
who will grow up soon
with too much burden
although you should be as pure as the moon
What can I crave for
You don't understand my words of regret yet
 
Whose sin, whose sin is this?
Whose fault, whose fault is this?
The answer is deep in this heart
 

Forty Years

It's forty years a nightmare refrains you from sleeping,
Refrains you from becoming a dawn,
Refrains you from shining,
 
It's forty years the people is a different people,
It's forty years they are exhausted,
But they don't say anything,
 
It's rather badly hard,
It's rather badly solitary,
Hey you, the most thirsty sea,
We hear your voice Iran,
 
Hey you, the master of the legend,
You can, and you'll rise,
I believe in your supressed grievance,
One day you'll be finally freed,
 
It's rather badly painful,
For a mother who had been working for a few years like a man
To return home one night rather feeling ashamed (bringing no food or money),
 
It's rather badly painful,
To see your rights denied,
And your child is taken away on the street before your eyes...
 
It's rather badly hard,
It's rather badly solitary,
Hey you, the most thirsty sea,
We hear your voice Iran,
 
Hey you, the master of the legend,
You can, and you'll rise,
I believe in your supressed grievance,
One day you'll be finally freed,
 
It's forty years a nightmare refrains you from sleeping,
Refrains you from becoming a dawn,
Refrains you from shining,
 
It's forty years the people is a different people,
It's forty years they are exhausted,
But they don't say anything.
 

A Little Fire

The god of those who live it the shadow and give light -
That's just fire, nothing more, no,
That's just fire, what's sinful about it, eh?
The words run away, they're uninteligible anyway,
Hold me, hold me, hold me
So that I don't burst with laughter.
 
A little fire is the midway,
A little fire can save you
In the shine of lies.
 
Wonders are far away, and beyond the mirror window
There are no shadows, and the wild midday has brewed like the wine,
But it's just wine, what's sinful about it, eh?
What the soul treasured, you can't confiscate.
Hold me, hold me, hold me
So that I don't burst with laughter.
 
A little fire is the midway,
A little fire can save you
In the shine of lies.
 
And the fading sound is already hardly audible,
It's as pale as can be, but don't be silent,
For this is but a game, what's sinful about it, eh?
What the soul treasured, you can't confiscate.
Hold me, hold me, hold me
So that I don't burst with laughter.
 
A little fire is the midway,
A little fire can save you
In the shine of lies.
 

Money

Watching people go away
Is a poor fate
If people aren't just people,
If paople aren't just two.
 
And someone's insistent voice
Gives me the answer day and night long:
'He's got big money,
You don't have that.'
 
And the ground crumbles under my feet,
The silhouettes fade.
People turn into brass,
Into two shining coins.
 
And someone's insistent voice
Gives me the answer day and night long:
'He's got big money,
You don't have that.'
 
Two coins roll close,
If you shoot them from the side, you'll shoot both.
Two disks shining in the sun,
And the ground crumbles under my feet.
 
And someone's insistent voice
Gives me the answer day and night long:
'He's got big money,
You don't have that.'
 

În sfârșit te-am găsit

Versions: #2
Știi că te voi obține, yeah
Oricât va lua să ajung acolo
Nu o să te las
Cum fac ceilalți
 
Uită de prietenii tăi, lor nu le pasă unde mergem
Dacă o fac, ne vom pierde într-o mulțime de lume
Te-am cautat dintotdeauna, iubito, plecam
Împreună iubito plecăm, plecăm
 
În lumea asta nebună după alegeri am făcut doar câteva
Fie tu vii cu mine, fie vin eu cu tine
Fiindcă în sfârșit te-am găsit
Nu trebuie să-ți faci griji niciodată dacă ceea ce spun este adevărat
Fato, te-am căutat
Iar când te-am văzut am știut
Că în sfârșit am găsit, te-am găsit
 
[beat break]
 
Vin și te voi lua, yeah
Avem o legătură, așa e
Fiindcă, fato nu te las să pleci
O să te fac să te simți bine, oh yeah
 
Uită de prietenii tăi, lor nu le pasă unde mergem
Dacă o fac, ne vom pierde într-o mulțime de lume
Te-am cautat dintotdeauna, iubito, plecam
Împreună iubito plecăm, plecăm
 
În lumea asta nebună după alegeri am făcut doar câteva
Fie tu vii cu mine, fie vin eu cu tine
Fiindcă în sfârșit te-am găsit
Nu trebuie să-ți faci griji niciodată dacă ceea ce spun este adevărat
Fato, te-am căutat
Iar când te-am văzut am știut
Că în sfârșit am găsit, te-am găsit
 
[beat break]
 
În sfârșit te-am găsit, în sfârșit te-am găsit
 
[Sammy Adams]
 
Yeah, deci pot să primesc iubire, atât de multă cât cer
Într-adevăr foarte greu
Te găsești singură mișcându-te cu sex de la tobe
Am mâinile pline, apucând toate acele fete, fete
Mâinile sus, mâinile sus, dansuri reci pe podea în timp ce țin două pahare
Și melodia mea se cântă în difuzoare, iar clubul o ia razna
De fiecare dată când se duce partea, pare că dormi, cel mai tare este că tu știi
Alergând împrejur și făcând toate acele spectacole
În jurul întregii lumi, eu vin, iar tu pleci fato
Și trebuie să te gândești la asta
 
Doar înfășură-te în noapte iubito, trăiește puțin
Cu un loc pentru a-l atinge, și pantalonii tăi pentru a-i desface
Poți să faci o scenă și o petrecere, ești în ea
 
În lumea asta nebună după alegeri am făcut doar câteva
Fie tu vii cu mine, fie vin eu cu tine
Fiindcă în sfârșit te-am găsit, în sfârșit te-am găsit
 
În sfârșit te-am găsit în sfârșit te-am găsit
În sfârșit te-am găsit în sfârșit te-am găsit
În sfârșit te-am găsit, eu în sfârșit te-am găsit
 
Știi că o să te am
 

Oh my Papa

Oh, I could tell you so much about my Papa
He was a well-known circus clown.'
 
Papa bounced up the rope like an arrow
Eh la hopp, eh la hopp, eh la hopp
Alley-oop, alley-oop!
Splayed his legs so wide
Jumped into the air and stood on his hands
Alley-oop, alley-oop!
 
He laughed ha - ha, ha - ha
And said ha - ha, ha - ha
Gently ha - ha, ha - ha
And called: alley-oop, alley-oop
Alley-oop, alley-oop, alley-oop
Alley-oop, alley-oop
 
He rode the ropes and shouted to me:
Alley-oop, alley-oop, alley-oop
He could do this twelve times without a mistake
Meanwhile he laughed and he was never afraid
Alley-oop, alley-oop, alley-oop
Alley-oop, alley-oop, alley-oop
Alley-oop, alley-oop
 
Oh, my Papa was a wonderful clown
Oh, my Papa was a great artist
High on the rope, he was a pleasure to look at
Oh, my Papa was a handsome man
 
Oh, how he laughs, he mouth broad and red
And his eyes glowing like diamonds
Oh, my Papa was a wonderful clown
Oh my Papa was a handsome man
A handsome man
A handsome man
 

A Butterfly Pinned Down

Translated by Jarek Zawadzki
 
How beautiful you are, oh butterfly,
But sadly from the display case you stare,
Stone-dead in a pose on a wing of an August day,
When you would rather hover in the air.
 
No wind now, lightly blowing, that may come
Will ever make you rise from non-existence
Or carry you as if a speck of dust
So that you savor altitude and distance.
 
No sunny ray will ever touch your wings,
The wings that sleep so widely open now.
You're like a sunless rainbow that upon
A pitch-black cloud has been bedimmed somehow.
 
No elm will ever more, for breakfast,
Treat you with its nectar or provide with shade,
No wind will ever ask you
To a dance upon a meadow or a forest glade.
 
Were you a gorgeous swallowtail,
You'd love sweet roses that are oft in garden grown
Around the palaces and thrones of kings,
These flowers alas have been to you unknown.
 
But there's a consolation from behind
The showcase glass you can observe all day
A nice scarce swallowtail pinned down,
Which (same as you)cannot take wing and fly away.
 
© Jarek Zawadzki
 

Nothingness

What more could I give you,
Except those flowers dead,
 
A candle in your eyes open
To put out with the eyelid cold
 
To make the last sign of the cross on your forehead
With statue-like heavy gesture
Instinctively mechanical.
 
- I was not ready
To see you in funeral dress
You, to me so close,
And to send you into the unknown
For wandering eternal.
 

Ice-Cold Rhapsody

For you it has fulfilled, though God forbid
flowers, when in the windows even the frost loses its way.
 
And on this map in the dwarf forest
Children had fun looking at the jigsaw of logs
The spills humbly nestling up against each other,
When the wind was blowing snow whiter in curvatures
Than mother's hands.
 
Covered with a shirt:
The sternum and the depth of the icy scar,
because it was possible to disappear in the drifts of time.
 
But you will discover nameless cards
Of cut down trees of the dead forest,
When into the azures the blizzards will fly.
 

A Short Poem About Long-Lasting Love

The spring outside the window smells of first rain,
And though autumn has colored hair with gray
- I love you still.
 
We won't leave by the same train,
Because it wasn't written in the Book of Fate,
- I still love you.
 
The words of hope which into the poem I compose,
Throw on my grave and remember, Dear,
- I love you as before.
 
Although into the Unknown carried by momentum's force
Maybe I will meet you in the endless blue one day
- And love I will.
 

Anastasia

I could cover the walls of my room with your pictures
You are the woman in the dreams of men
Yet life treats us all with the same rules
even the face most beautiful will wither
 
Anastasia, you can hardly see
when the time...steals your beauty away
and the pictures old, will fade in the albums
not even one, resembles you
 
They said your eyes were like the stars
for your beauty, have many men fallen
so many young man saw only you in their dreams
yet the years didnt treat you as fair
 
Anastasia, you can hardly see
when the time...steals your beauty away
and the pictures old, will fade in the albums
not even one, resembles you
 
Anastasia, you can hardly see
when the time...steals your beauty away
and the pictures old, will fade in the albums
not even one, resembles you
 
I could cover the walls of my room with your pictures
You are the woman in the dreams of men
Yet life treats us all with the same rules
even the most beautiful face will wither
 
Anastasia, you can hardly see
when the time...steals your beauty away
and the pictures old, will fade in the albums
anyway
 
Anastasia, you can hardly see
when the time...steals your beauty away
and the pictures old, will fade in the albums
anyway
 

Now we are the first-graders

The Autumn has come,
It's the time to get ready
For a big house called 'a school'.
Our game in a kindergarden
Finished yesterday.
Everything passed and won't return.
Our game in a kindergarden
Finished yesterday.
Everything passed and won't return.
 
The chorus:
Children named Seryozha and Natashka,
Now we are the first-graders,
We look down on our yesterday's friends,
They, children named Marina, Sasha, Vadik,
Left in a kindergarden
They haven't heard a school bell ringing yet.
They haven't heard a school bell ringing yet.
 
Children don't sleep in class,
It's only our pens creak
On an exercize book on penmanship.
But we write so
That all letters are crooked.
Well, for what sins did have we got such sufferings?!
But we write so
That all letters are crooked.
Well, for what sins did have we got such sufferings?!
 
The chorus.
 
It will be soon that we will know
How to read and count,
How to conduct chemistry experiments,
Because we have come to learn from you
In the 1st form,
We can congratulate each other with this fact.
Because we have come to learn from you
In the 1st form,
We can congratulate each other with this fact.
 
The chorus.
 

Egyptian

Versions: #2
Seems like I...
Seems like I...
 
That what will never be
Can't be ruined or killed.
And what cannot be killed
Will forever exist on this Earth.
With a finger touch I'll
Break a narrow street aisle.
My soul, I set you free,
But please don't take from me
These light wings, 'cause it seems to me that
 
Seems like I'm an Egyptian,
And the sun and the heat're here with me.
And the sharp talons, scratching the welkin,
Are the claws of light Sphinx behind me.
 
Seems like I...
Seems like I...
 
Someone lost - you will find,
One kept mum - you declined,
One conceived an idea,
He would go on a tear
And [would] lose peace for good.
But my dream isn't new:
Grass till heavenly blue.
My soul, I set you free,
But please don't take from me
These light wings, 'cause it seems to me that
 
Seems like I'm an Egyptian,
And the sun and the heat're here with me.
And the sharp talons, scratching the welkin,
Are the claws of light Sphinx behind me.
 
Seems like I...
Seems like I...
 
That what will never be...
That what will never be...
 
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