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I Am Who Was There

If you suddenly hear a ringing note
In the clamor of all the voices of existence,
And a longing fills you simply because, for some reason...
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 
And when at your house, tired of having fun,
Your friends wander away after midnight,
And a rain beats on your loneliness,
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 
And when you are faring through bad weather and winds,
And your road is foggy,
And you see a fire - in that bright shimmering, too,
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 

Dacă nu era iarnă

Dacă nu era iarnă
Prin orașe și sate,
N-am fi avut nicicând habar
De-aceste zile minunate.
 
Copiii n-ar mai fi dat roată
În jurul omului de nea,
Pista de bob n-ar face bucle,
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
Pista de bob n-ar face bucle
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
 
Dacă nu era iarnă,
Și nu-i niciun secret,
Ne-am fi săturat de căldură,
Eram obosiți de vară.
 
Viscolul n-ar fi venit la noi
Nici măcar pentru o zi.
Și cinteza nu stătea în molid
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
Și cinteza nu stătea în molid
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
 
Dacă nu era iarnă,
Ci vară doar tot timpul,
N-am mai fi cunoscut
Această vânzoleală de Anul Nou.
 
Moșul nu s-ar mai grăbi
Să vină prin hârtoape la noi.
Gheața n-ar mai fi bocnă pe râu,
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
Gheața n-ar mai fi bocnă pe râu,
Dacă, dacă, dac-ar fi fost așa.
 
Dacă nu era iarnă
Prin orașe și sate,
N-am fi avut nicicând habar
De-aceste zile minunate.
 

Russia is my motherland!

When I go to Moscow,
Where the grass smells like mint,
Nature whispers to me with love
My treasured words.
In the distance, the dawn strip
Burns with an autumn flame.
My familiar birch
Speaks quietly to me.
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 
When sometimes I sail along the Volga
And the seagull curls behind the stern,
I look, I look at the shore for a long time
It doesn't part with me.
I wave a friendly hand,
And the shore is near,
And someone sings late over the river
In a split voice
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 
When a Moscow train
Takes me to distant places,
Bread is bowed to my belt.
The early star is blinking.
I went to the voice of the motherland.
How good you are, Russia!
I look around and hear in my heart,
Sings, sings, my soul.
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 

Blue-Collar Worker Girl

Versions: #2
I am standing at the railway station
Watching trains arrive and leave
The flowers weave upon my shawl and on my sleeve
The railway goes so far ahead
It comes to such a tiny thread
Where are they, my green years - younger days?
Where are you my green years - younger days?
 
There was a blue-collar worker girl
The factory was home to her
All by herself as grass up in the field
The bitterness she didn’t know
Affection she would greet and show
The caring, sincere selfless kid..
The caring, sincere selfless kid..
 
The wheels are turning fast and slow
The lacy thread is weaving on
The soul is full of fire as if in Spring
The years gone as in a wildest storm
The grey and white sonata form
Now wouldn’t spark a slight romantic fling…
La-la-la-la-la-la...
 
The memories to keep and save
What’s yet to come will be OK
My Spring is gone, it’s time that I agree
So how did it turn out to be
So silky smooth and carefree
The simple canvas of my humble life’s decree?
The simple canvas of my life’s decree…
 
Come look at her! Right there she walks
Hardworking simple honest girl
Among the girlfriends she would strive in any role...
And if you can be nice to her
And look into her eyes once more
You will discover treasure of her soul
You will discover treasure of her soul
 
I am standing at the railway station
Watching trains arrive and leave
The flowers weave upon my shawl and on my sleeve
The railway goes so far ahead
It comes to such a tiny thread
Where are they, my green years - younger days?
Where are you my green years - younger days?
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

Rainbow (And So You Didn't Understand It...)

And so you did not understand it
Romance I felt when stars were rising
My love breathtaking as a rainbow
Had spread all over the horizon
 
Cry and weep - no response
Still my heart knows what it wants
 
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain...
 
And you had changed me overnight
But - no regrets and - no remorse…
I ran with it and let it take me
“A disease should run its course” …
 
Love is high – cannot reach it
Try to chase is – you’d be cheated…
 
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain...
 
And now my life is filled with purpose
Every single day is adventure
The rainbow shines to me and dazzles
I know my true love will come eventually…
 
It will come one day ripe as Autumn
Divine as snow and the Orange Blossom
 
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain
My love breathtaking as the rainbow
Is pure and fragrant as the rain...
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

The Age-Old Words

Three words as if three burning lights
Will dazzle you in broad daylight
Will lighten up your darkest night
Will set your soul into a flight
They’ll open up a new world view
Three simple words of ‘l love you’
 
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
 
Three words eternal as the Spring
Will hold together as a string
The arms around, eyes agleam
One life, one path one common dream
Though hardship and the pain undue
Still whispering the “I love you!”…
 
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
 
Three words as though the dawn so bright
So say them louder, and hold me tight
It’s for a reason that somehow
You understand them only now
They fly to us from far away
To reach the hearts and make the day
 
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
The age-old words are here to stay
And they will take your breath away
And they will take your breath away
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

Little Noses

Finally, having climbed half the world around,
My small boys are in bed fast asleep
Fast asleep my green-eyed nations, sleep my treasures dirty-faced,
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.
 
So peaceful and good they are while sleeping
In the world there are no better kids
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed
Bruises like bright peas
Burning on their knees and
Blankets thrown aside upon the bed.
 
But tomorrow if you know ahead as to
Into which directions their paths lead
If without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
If without invitation
To go to a drawing lesson and
Into outer space barefoot to tread
 
Tiredly over them the clock is beating
Peacefully on earth the children sleep
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff
Sleep my little desperadoes
Sleep my Titovs and Gagarins
Little noses, little schnoses, sniff.