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Akim Apachev - Хмеймим (Khmeymim) versuri traducere în engleză


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Khmeimim


Khmeimim, Khmeimim,
There I saw smoke, young smoke.
Khmeimim, Khmeimim,
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 
Khmeimim, Khmeimim,
There I saw smoke, young smoke.
Khmeimim, Khmeimim,
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 
Gunpowder's not tobacco, A Turk's not an Arab
Musin predicted, jihad, amidst barricades
Someone's in Karabakh, someone's in the Caliphate
Nearby Jesus, Moses with them Muhammad
 
Torah not Quran, Tigris not Euphrates
This is Öcalan, he's not Erdogan's comrade
Rogue Mazlum Abdi, Bashar Assad's whip
Here's Asayish, Mossad, and Mukhabarat
 
Understood? well, that's it briefly, so you understand the picture.
Iranians in Deir-Ez-Ezor, and across the river penguins,
The rest of the layout is in place, as we arrive,
Where are we flying? Flying to Khmeimim
 
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
There I saw smoke, the smoke was young
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
There I saw smoke, the smoke was young
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 
There in Latakia, there's the sea and the dawns
It's not like the sands in Deir ez-Zor
But they fly off course out of habit
From Idlib, Turkish birds
 
Khmeimim, where's my crossbow?
Idlib is not Tibet, awaiting battle for each minaret
Awaiting Suheil Hassan, to tigers - the padishah
Awaiting Joulani, Al-Nusra, and HTS
 
Banned groups in Russia
But we're not in Russia, so there will be scuffles
So there will be a brawl, do you hear, pilgrim?
That's why we're flying to Khmeimim!
 
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
There I saw smoke, the smoke was young
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
There I saw smoke, the smoke was young
Khmeimim, Khmeimim
Here's Apachev, they call him Akim
 




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Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)





From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
 

What did it look like?
If only we knew
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Would become beautiful again
 


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Rain





Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


17.03.2025

Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
 


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The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.