Gruppa Ahas - Moskvitshki (Москвички) versuri traducere în engleză
Moscovites
Electric trains are speeding gracefully towards the sea
Sweet Moscow folk go to Gagra for sunbathing (1)
For lemons, oranges, and sweet wine
Long since awaited by Georgians with mustaches.
Let them be stupid as a cork, it won't matter
But they're not of the timid kind, with guys anywhere
In their hands such force and passion
Many ladies booked in, and all of them became sinners
The moustaches are sometimes rude, squeeze and you can't breathe
And when they dig their teeth in, you'll immediately shiver
Immediately you'll feel a man with a pointed moustache
As he empties himself in a powerful ejaculation
Thus he already scored a goal in your mouth
And the greedy cheerleader, wants him to stick it in
He attacks repeatedly, many times in a row
And she caresses him all night, without closing an eye
It's more pleasant for them to do it with a black moustache
Than the frail, indifferent, pale Moscow men.
There they can feel young again, in body and spirit
And remember their marriage bed at times.
In the crowded flat, all have long since gone to sleep
The air of the dark room is heavy, like in an outhouse
The silly, noisy children, all fell asleep long time ago
And skinny bugs crawl out, going for a hunt
Nearby, in an ugly pose, the tired husband sleeps
Sleeps and snores monotonously with a whistle
I'm angry, can't fall asleep or close my eyes
Come what may, I decided to wake up my husband
Here and there you lend a hand, there, he just woke up
half an hour you wind him up, like a grammophone
But he can't satisfy me anyway, so never mind..
His shirt will only leave a wet spot
He has slobbering lips, is inept and stupid
Can't extinguish the flame of insatiable lips
Endures the entire year, and to add insult to injury
Goes again to the Caucasus next summer.
There are lemons, oranges, and sweet wine
There Armenians with a mustache, wait for a long time
The travellers return, forgetting their worries
Again the train carries them away like a bird
Light drizzle from a cloud, splashes onto a field
White skinned ladies go with black stallions
White skinned Ladies go with dark-skinned men
Cheese-white Moscovites go sunbathing in Gagra
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)
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01.02.2025
Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
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01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...