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Tomorrow the world explodes

It's unbelievable how gray everything is without you
But you aren't much better, so pale as you are.
We try to hate each other,
But it doesn't work,
Because we always feel something like love.
 
Look at the news,
At what's happening.
No one really knows
How it will go.
 
Every glance is costly,
Let's not waste any time,
If today is the last day I want to live it with you.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But we have tonight,
Tomorrow the world explodes,
Let love have the power.
And we celebrate ourselves and celebrate life,
Until the Big Bang.
What happens tomorrow,
We race through the night in free fall.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But the morning is not far.
Kiss me today for immortality.
 
I dance over the abyss, without you I'd fall in,
Try to forget you,
But nothing has worked,
We'll do everything as if we were heroes tonight in this city.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But we have tonight,
Tomorrow the world explodes,
Let love have the power.
And we celebrate ourselves and celebrate life,
Until the Big Bang.
What happens tomorrow,
We race through the night in free fall.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But the morning is not far.
Kiss me today for immortality.
 
(But we have tonight)
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
Let love have the power.
And we celebrate ourselves and celebrate life until the Big Bang.
What happens tomorrow,
We race through the night in free fall.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But we have tonight,
Tomorrow the world explodes,
Let love have the power.
And we celebrate ourselves and celebrate life until the Big Bang.
What happens tomorrow,
We race through the night in free fall.
 
Tomorrow the world explodes,
But the morning is not far.
Kiss me today for immortality.
 

Wish

I want that you never grieve,
That you like to shout out loud:
'Alright!
I want to live!'
 

A Tiny House at the End of the World

A tiny house at the end of the world,
built1 on happiness, our love saw.
Time passed, we hardly noticed,
for this happiness was as splendid as a dream.
 
The wind sang a sweet2 song in the trees
and you wanted to be at my side,
come what may.
 
Now you're far away and [will] never return.
Abandoned by happiness stands a lonely house.
 
The wind sang a sweet2 song in the trees
and you wanted to be at my side,
come what may.
 
Now you're far away and [will] never return.
Abandoned by happiness stands a lonely house.
 

• 1. Lit. 'standing'
• or 'tender'

I will never look for you

Versions: #2
Never I will write not a line, you shouldn’t wait my letter too.
Never I will look for your love, but love will find the way to you.
 
Starless night and silent day,
There were some dreams that went away
That’s too long for me to wait,
And too simple to get all that
 
I will never look for your trace
But love will find the way to you
I will never seek your address,
You shouldn’t wait my letter too.
Question that you never will hear:
Where were you? What’s in your past ?
Never I will look for you, dear,
But love will find you, my sweetheart.
 
Sky with clouds is blue and white,
You’re like fairy bird but still you are not mine.
I had prophetic dreams they told me
Not to seek you and never believe
 
Only...
 
I will never look for you hence
But love will find the way to you
I will never seek your address,
You shouldn’t wait my letter too.
Question that you never will hear:
Where were you? What did you do?
Never I will look for you, dear,
My love will find the road to you.
 
Listening music of wild winds
Hearing breath of my soul,
You will leave cold of streets
And fly to me
 
(Chorus:)
I will never look for your trace,
But love will find the way to you
I will never seek your address,
You shouldn’t wait my letter too.
Question that you never will hear:
Where were you? What’s in your past ?
Never I will look for you, dear,
But love will find you…
 

What's Ahead

The night leaked through his hands
And with her went the scent from your body
You're like water that dissolved in sand without a trace
And I only wanted one
 
.
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
I've been with you for so many years
I follow the trail like a shadow, I try to understand everything
Where, how, for what star
The world was made by you, but i'll wait again
 
.
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
I don't sleep calmly, I'll flip your world around
I'll return to you! I'll return to you, I'll return!
 
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
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Triptych in Rememberance of V. Vysotsky

-1-
 
If it's so, good. If it's all for a reason,
If the wind is to blow and the trees are to wave,
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't live to the age of one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't count up to one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
Everyone comes back: friends and foes,
Via the most beloved and loyal women.
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.1
 
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.
 
If it's so, good. That means they seek their fate,
But instead they find themselves, if they find at all,
If you've seen a hole in a forehead in a coffin2
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
It feels good even in a coffin so long as you've got a hole in your forehead,
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
But even the eternal fire will burn down,
This sleep is good but still not eternal.
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,3
And again the milk runs down your chest, down your lips, and you can't change the meeting place.4
 
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,
And milk again, and you can't change the meeting place.
 
-2-
 
If a woman is sober, if a woman is bored,
It's probably hard and cheerless for her to be with us.
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you the grain and everything to fire up the stove.
 
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you everything to fire up the stove.
 
And again you collect your loaf crumb by crumb,
And again drop by drop you spill your blood into boiling water.
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
So catch this word to begin all your affairs at once,
You're supposed to wrestle everything down again
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
So that they don't forgive you if you don't understand the game,
If you don't catch the ball and don't even cry yourself to sleep.
If you don't understand, if you don't even sing along,
Then instead of a guitar you'll grab a rattle again.
 
The rattle rattles, yet it's hollow inside.
It's boring to listen to for a hundredth time, you can have too much even of a fairy tale.
So don't wait until they count up to a hundred,
It's better to hear seven times, to say once,
Or to build,
To cook or to sing, to prove -
But for that, you must feel a message in a tale.
To bind tighter, to bind tighter,
You must feel the resolution is coming soon.
 
-3-
 
A wheel track on water. But you can't get
To Wonderland5 by it, especially light-handed and with smalltalk.
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.6
 
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.
 
For it feels good if the choir strikes up on a high note together with you,
Missing the notes but heartfully and straight to the root, and the roots will get along with the soul.
Is anything wrong?7
Everything seems as usual, the same sky is blue again,8
But something must be different
If it suddenly felt so good.
 
But why guess? The sky is high,
Yet the Earth where you're to knead dough is close at hand.
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
But our dead won't leave us in danger,9
Our fallen are like watchmen on duty.
But the sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
The sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
All in all, there's enough place in the dugout for everyone.
What do we want? Just peace and mercy for our house.
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'10
 
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'
 

• 1. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'Korabli' (see )
• 2. 'To see smth. in a coffin' means 'to be sick of smth.'
• 3. The word восход can mean 'East', but its general meaning is 'sunrise' or just 'rise, ascention', so the line can also be read as 'the entrance is open for ascention'
• 4. 'The Meeting Place Cannot Be Changed' is a Soviet TV miniseries featuring Vysotsky
• 5. 'Alice in Wonderland' is a broadcast musical play featuring sons by Vysotsky
• 6. Another reference to 'Korabli' (see footnote 1)
• 7. Or, literally: 'Is anything different?'
• 8. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'On ne vernulsia iz boja' (see )
• 9. Further reference to 'On ne vernulsia iz boja'
• 10. The role of Hamlet was Vysotsky's most famous theatrical work.

Do you know to where

Tell me why it happens1
that everything happens so quickly.
Started yesterday
ended today
 
what we dreamed
what we dreamed.
 
Do you know to where
the dreams they're all escaping?
are the unfulfilled ones
passing me by?
Do you know to where
my heart travels?
Whenever
it longs for love?
To you
 
For only there I want to be.
With you
 
but I am alone.
 
Do you know to where
the dreams they're all escaping?
are the unfulfilled ones
passing me by?
Do you know to where
my heart travels?
Whenever
it longs for love?
(2x)
 

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Spune-mi cind

Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind,
Spune-mi cind, cind, cind
Am sa pot sa te mai vad
Pentru tine am timp
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Spune-mi cind, cind, cind
Am sa te mai sarut
Sub palmieri atit de inalti
Hai sa visam pe mare
Un vis plin de amor
Ca viata apare in fata mea
La fel de frumoasa ca un vis
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Spune-mi cind, cind, cind, cind, cind
Am sa pot sa te mai vad
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Cind, cind, cind
Hai sa visam pe mare
Senorita plin de amor
Ca viata apare in fata mea
La fel de frumoasa ca un vis
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Spune-mi cind, cind, cind, cind
Am sa pot sa te mai vad
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Am sa pot sa te mai vad
Spune-mi cind, spune-mi cind
Cind, cind
 

Tell me when

Tell me when, tell me when,
Tell me when, when, when.
I can see you again,
I always have time for you.
Tell me when, tell me when,
Tell me when, when, when,
I can kiss you again,
Under the palm trees like today.
Let us dream by the sea,
A dream full of love,
Because life appears to me
As beautiful as a dream.
Tell me when, tell me when,
Tell me when, when, when, when, when,
I can see you again,
Tell me when, tell me when.
When, when, when
Let us dream by the sea,
Little lady full of love,
Because life appears to me
As beautiful as a dream.
Tell me when, tell me when,
Tell me when, when, when, when
I can see you again,
Tell me when, tell me when.
I can see you again
Tell me when, tell me when
When, when
 

Tricoloured Dream

Red, blue and apricot -
Colors of Armenian independence.
I saw a dream, that self-sufficient
Armenia becomes again
 
That in all its splendor will flourish
Its blooming fields,
And from the beginning starts live
Armenian nation by its destiny
 
That and the azure skies
Masis will finally smile,
Because freely it will live...
Oh, would it stay a dream indeed?..
 
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Here again, I'm in Jerusalem

Here again, I'm in Jerusalem,
Upon all the things, under two thousand stars in the skies
Among sparkling gold, eternal and great
When we find ourselves in Jerusalem, we can understand everything
Ravishing land, beautiful city of creation,
And within my heart pray is flowing,
Everything here is saint, simple, pure and warm,
Here it is Israel, and Jerusalem in its heart, that will shine forever
 
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I know, that someday your just demand will be solved

I know, that someday your just demand will be solved,
That in your old-aged eyes I will see the shine,
And the desired peace star of our lives will ascend,
And give its light to all the nations in our world unite
 
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They Call Me Cuba (v2)

I come from where the sun warms the land
And from there where the heart beats more sincerely
I come from where the Son spends hours
Wooing the Rumba, singing to her that Bolero
 
I bring my religion and hope
Mixed with my drum and my melody
I just want you to know how it feels
When your soul is full of all of my Cuban spirit
 
I am a pure Cuban
And my roots I'll defend with my life
I am Cuban and wherever I may be
I will sing to my beloved Cuba
 
I come from where the sun warms the land
The land I was born in, where I will live
That's why I now bring you my song
So that you know the reason why they call me Cuba
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
You have to have been born in Cuba
You have to have lived in Cuba
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
You have to read by heart Martí's work, Guillén's prose
Look for a guayabera shirt and a palm-leaf hat
 
In order to really know what it's like to be Cuban
So that it reaches your heart, brother
You have to have been born in Cuba
You have to have lived in Cuba
 
A true Cuban gives his life for his land
He lives straight and true, ready for combat
And he holds tight to his flag
 
Eh
May the Mambo go even higher
Listen to it!
Look!
 
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
That's for sure
They call me Cuba
What was that
Cuba is my name
That's what they call me, my friend
 
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
Hands up in the air Cuba
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
That's who I am
No one dances as I do
No one revels as I do
They call me Cuba
Cuba is my name
 
No matter what they say
A Cuban
A Cuban I'll always be
Forward
From San Antonio to Maisí
A Cuban
I will always defend you
Forward
No matter what state the world is in
A Cuban
And the street is on fire
Forward
Cuban move forward (Cuban) living in the hills
Forward
For we were never cowards
 
(Trumpet solo - La Bayamesa)
 
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
First class
 
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
 
Cuban
Stop joking
Forward
Stop jesting
Cuban move forward
Cuban move forward
 
Cuban
Long live Cuba
Forward
You know where I come from
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Because I put on a palm-leaf hat
And I wear a guayabera shirt, which is what there is
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Because I sing to you from my heart
In a sincere way which is what it was
 
I come from Havana
And so, and so
I'm first class
Let them know this even in China, goodness!
I'm first class
And listen to how they say
Pay attention to how the world says
I'm first class
I'm first class
 

Clouds Drift Lazily and Sorely

Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
My horse is so tired, snorts under me,
Sometime-ago shelter dear to me?
And there, far away, in the thicket of forest
A trace of a sung song wind carries.
 
It seems if the voice was silent,
It would be difficult to breathe,
And horse, snorting, would fall to the ground,
And I would be unable to ride!
 
Clouds drift lazily and sorely
In the azure heat of the heavens.
My path is long and uneasy
In the motionless anguish of woods.
 
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What I Have to Say

I don't know who would need it and what was their reason,
Who's sent them to their deaths with unquivering hand,
They've been granted no mercy when people were easing
Their bodies in wet graveyard sand.
 
Cautious onlookers silently kept adjusting their fur coats,
And some woman from motley crowd with contorted pale face
Kissed the blue lips of her beloved, the deceased [one] she used to dote,
And she threw her gold wedding ring at the chaplain apace.
 
They were covered with green fir boughs and with dirty sand layers,
Then spectators went home to discuss on the sly
That it's high time to end all this [sad] disgrace and say prayers,
That the famine is coming soon and we'll have to scrape by.
 
And no one had a simple thought just to get down on his knees
And to tell these deceased young boys that in this dismal land
Even glorious feats are just steps to endless abysses,
To the Spring that is out of reach, that is splendid and grand.
 
I don't know who would need it and what was their reason,
Who's sent them to their deaths with unquivering hand,
Only they had no mercy when people were easing
Their bodies in wet graveyard sand.
 
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With Cupid Arrow,

Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!
 
I open my eyes, hello,
Wings, arrows, I'm dressed,
I climb higher than ever,
I'm above the clouds.
I spread my wings and slightly,
Colour heavens,
I see the picture on the ground-
He is leaving and she is in pain,
But in life Iplay apart-
To fly and shoot,
To join the hearts!!!
 
Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 
As my arrow would have pierced,
Like a boomerang it became for me,
Suddenly you in my heart.
Somewhere there on Earth
You'll remember me-
The arrow is flying towards you!!!
 
Will I hit the target,
With Cupid arrow,
The secret of love I'll open for you!!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 
Don't cry rain-
For I'm with him
Fighting with my sadness and longing.
I believe somewhere there,
Deep in my soul,
Will come to me that bright love!!
 
But I will get the target
With Cupid arrow
I'll open for you
The secret of love!
Will I hook up
With Cupid arrow
Two halfs at once
Will find an answer!
 

Among your sunshiny lakes

Among your sunshiny lakes
I'm a tree, flourishing by love
Among your motley fields
I'm a flower, blossoming by shine
 
Among your honeyed valleys
I'm milk, tenderly flowing
Among your violaceous skies
I'm a cloud, sejant on your mountains
 
Among your ravishing mountains
I'm a full moon, yellowed by gold
And there's neither end, nor start
For life lived among love
 
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I fell in love with Ukraine

I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
I adore to drink down the hatch
All of your wines!
 
I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
Infinite plains,
Golden domes!
 
I fell in love with Ukraine
Like with a country girl
Amazing power,
The most beautiful land!
 
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Meaningless Words

Versions: #3
Pour a little magic into that crystal wine glass,
Mirrors are reflecting the shimmering candle light.
I'm tired of issuing meaningless words.
My flame has burned out, and you've not relighted it.
 
Meaningless words are the essence of falsehoods.
Meaningless words are easy for me to say.
Meaningless words. But just don't misjudge me.
Meaningless words. I'll soon finish talking.
 
Your doorbell won't be ringing.
You won't hear me hurrying to visit.
Just don't tell me, when our end is beginning.
No hurry for meaningless words to resolve our fate.
 
Think of a time of tenderness, of spring,
Of matted grass, cornflowers with their aroma,
Centuries old, scattered everywhere.
Meaningless words, meaningless love.
,
Meaningless words, the essence of falsehoods.
Meaningless words, easy for me to say.
Meaningless words. Just don't misjudge me.
Meaningless words. I'll soon stop talking.
 
Your doorbell won't be ringing.
I'll not be hurrying to visit.
Don't let me know, when our end begins.
No hurry for meaningless words to seal our fate.
 

Oh, how I madly want to live...

Oh, how I madly want to live:
To make all things immortal, dateless,
Give human form to all things faceless,
To incarnate the inactive!
 
Let life's most heavy dream now smother,
And may I be choked in this sleep -
And yet, perhaps, a simple brother
Will in the future say of me:
 
Forgive his gloom - for really, could it
Be his drive, for no soul to see?
He's but a child of light and goodness,
He's but a feat of all things free!
 

There is neither End, nor Start

With silence nod for going in this Way,
That is so bitter and so sweet, so nice and cute,
We’ve tried to bear in a memory the Tale,
The meaning of a life that is pursuit
But, as it’s need, that meaning is forbidden,
Born by the Sunrise, killed by shining fever,
It hides in a fog of beautiful feel,
Being a victim of a Liar on it’s knee,
Somehow addicted to the Human is.
It doesn’t matter what wisdom did you get –
Only Awakened, everyone reveals the bet,
Who lived in here at least the only life,
And after that we would return Enlightened,
And then get with the Truth again United
 
There passed the years, minutes and the days,
Though Time is as before so fast
Is running through as river makes:
Coquettish, Elegant, with Taste
God dancing unison with man,
Who fell in dream within the Plan,
Who fell in game of birth and death,
When mindless but heavy tat
Looks just ridiculous on Sky,
Makes Poet’s Soul weighty more,
That’s silent whispering, adore:
God, take me back, to flying high!
However, in a Shine of God
There is neither End, nor Start…
 
With the Divine, the Blessed and Sacred Freedom
Again will Breathe not body, but the Soul.
With farewell regard to Nature’s Seagull,
The Mind will be forgiven, calm and slow.
Impregnated with music of the Love,
That’s heard so close, but far away, Above,
It’s going up to fires of the Light,
Accepting answers to the questions, like a Tide,
With Angel’s Guide, it’s starting to Remind,
Sensing the familiar tense of Home,
Eternit, and reflexing Spirit Flow,
It starts again revealing, flashing, find
And anyone, to whom it wouldn’t turn,
Would tell him: “Friend, I know you will return”…
 
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Heads of grain

I haven't seen before such heads of grain...
They're golden, though it's autumn, they're up, though there's wind,
They also stretch up to the skies
And they're taller than me with their gain
 
Rain's stealthily whispering something by leaves,
As on keys, wind is playing with branches,
And something from cosmos does mightily stream,
Something eternal, what is just between us
 
Let the rainfall drum by roof of the car,
Drench, which absorbed all the skies in itself ,
Any top he'll be able to reach anyhow -
The one whom his native land expects and loves
 
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I love a purple-honeyed blossom of a roseate west

I love a purple-honeyed blossom
Of a roseate west
And a milky-ginger copper
Of a stubbornly fiery east
 
In the night, it all shines brighter
Beneath silver-snowy Moon,
Which one day, there is no doubt,
Brought us together with you
 
Heads of grains stretch up endways,
As tulips in a far away land
Sprinkled with gentle gold,
Awakening grace within me
 
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In Waves of God

You have the right to ask questions
Through this life of an Angel
And this is such a drop in the Waves of God
Which are, after all, so long
 
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About Myself

I was born at nine in the evening
Among the February brumal twilight
Five days did pass since it's beginning
Bah-Tzy was calculated for my time
 
It was a Chinese New Year
It was a peaceful evening full of stars
And the Flame was born
A gentle Flame of tender Candle
 
And from the first seconds of my Life
I had given a Pledge to the Planet of Earth:
Dissolving my Karma,
Bring Love, Kindness and Light into the World
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Each of us has its Element
It's a vital issue
And my Element is the Ying Flame,
Powerful and filled with Light. Amen
 
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Be Thankful

Versions: #2
Be thankful, O son of man
For all God bestowed upon you
And remember, child of this realm
All the helpful deeds he has done you
 
The troubles of life come and go
ever changing, one after the other
Give thanks therefore, child of man
For good counsel is wisdom's brother
 
When you fall sick again
Give thanks, and bury your strife
Least god is giving you a sign
For you to change your life
 
Give thanks with all your soul
If to hindrance you've not been a stranger
It was only to keep you whole
To guard you and keep you from danger
 
Give thanks, O man, and be brave
If your world all at once collapsed
For it only triggered the change
To release you from old things attached
 
You know things could always be worse
And smile if life's left you bereaved
Give thanks, even though it hurts
With great honors you shall be bequeathed
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Man has only few needs

Versions: #2
Man has only few needs in life
One must not be given to excess
A good husband or a wife
And a planet in our galaxis
 
Sweet droplets of happiness are bound
And sprinkled all over the earth
Overnight they cannot be found
Yet will manifest on your own turf
 
Collect them all on your path divine,
Your fate will provide them all
not trusting in mere providence of time
But your soul's sincere earnest call
 
Thus the shining world yet spins 'round
Avoiding all stress on her axis
For a man has only few needs
One must not be given to excess
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

A Glass for the Road

Oh, pour a glass for the road and saw up my sack:
A stich on each line1 and two seams on each word.
And let the wet blizzard wind the thin thread
And knit the hemp yarn making lace.
 
Read the last rites for the mute, and I'll read them for myself.
Don't have mercy on me, take me down with a blow of a spear.
But look, an ice-hole has broken up2 on my chest,
A boat has scratched the edges and struggles in the wound.
 
And the scarlet spring started singing, seething, simmering,
The boat whirled in the cheerful stream.
And I rubbed more salt in, topped it off with a glass of vodka,
Stirred it all and swam in infernal3 underwear.
 
So pour a glass for the road and fasten my belt,
[Put] an oar in the wheel to God, the Son and the Spirit.
And let the wet blizzard make a soft bed
And the earth stick my face all over with dirty down.
 
The coppice along the river is tied up into garlands.
Try wagging your tongue, they'll tear it off together with your head.
The lights will glisten at the last outpost
And the watchman will bar the way with a bayonet.
 
Give me absolution! I don't remember the prayers,
But if you want, I'll pray with poems.
But explain me, do I love because it hurts
Or does it hurt because I love?
 
No rein, no saddle, everyone's finished off, everything's burnt to ashes.
But she4 somehow got the horse ready, and here - it went at a trot.
It doesn't matter that she hasn't found the right man yet,
A lonely woman is always pregnant.
 
And our truth is simple, but the cross
Made of stray faith in 'save and protect' won't suffice for it,
For the icons in Rus are only good for carrying out5.
That's the last sanction. Mow down and bury.
 
So come on, man, let me in, don't be stupid -
But wait, I think I know you!
The watchman of all times will smile: 'Look!' -
And raise my eyelids with a hot bayonet.
 
So saw up my sack and pour a glass for the road:
A swallow for each line and two for each word.
And let the wet blizzard shape the white silk,
Wind the thin thread and knit lace.
 

• 1. The word стежку (stich (dative)) is homophonous to стишку which is symonimous to строка (a line in a poem). I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it very well might be.
• 2. The word повело is a little bit unclear in this context, but I interpret it as 'to break up (about ice)'.
• 3. A wordplay: исподнее - underwear, преисподняя - hell
• 4. It's not explained here who 'she' is, but in Bashlachev's songs, 'she' is usually either Russia or love. The latter, I think, is more likely in this case.
• 5. A reference to the phrase хоть святых выноси 'time to carry out the icons' (when the house is on fire), meaning a desperate situation.

Jurmala

Versions: #2
The tow'ring pine trees crowns lie lofty ,
above the silence so serene.
Unknown embrace leading me softly ,
In place I've never before seen.
At dusk the tiny cozy restaurant,
Before the baltic sea lies vast,
This newfound wellspring soon will quiet,
The ailing troubles of my past.
 
In wild and shady woods I'm sitting,
The sea will quench my thirst so great.
A patchwork fabric, fate's been knitting,
Subject to change is even fate.
 
The sandy beach with waves so lustrous',
Dark forest on palms of my hands,
Silence alone will do it justice,
This great and eerie wonderland.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Strive for the higher love

Strive for the higher love,
Don't waste your time on mere pleasure.
Love which every morning anew,
Will flow like a fresh flowing river.
 
Let the living waters of fire,
Along the eternal lines of the soul,
Let your whole life be only a dream,
For that's the creation of love.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Actual

I've recently revealed the Higher Consciousness,
Which connects me with the Divine Breathe,
So now I'm following its Way
And Angels are my eternal Family
 
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Be a Sunrise by Yourself

Be a Sunrise by Yourself for your own days,
Be a Sunset by Yourself for your own nights,
Be the Sun, be the Moon,
Though mostly important - Be Your Own Self
 
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