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Ukraine

There once was Ukraine
In glory and honor,
They heard and knew Ukraine
In both Moscow and in Germany
 
They destroyed the Kozaks
The Moscow walls,
They did not smear the Polish Lords
With salt upon their skin.
 
The Kozaks did remember
And the blue sea they had
Covered with their boats, of oaks,
Forgotting all their troubles.
 
Oh, we went to the Turks as guests,
To the poles for a wedding,
From there, they turned
To the Horde for a hangover.
 
Flourished with lush flowers
The Kozak glory,
The native song the nightingale
In the villages had chattered.
 
They lived a simple life
Yet they praised God,
There was grief, but without grief
Where can one so live?
 
Ukraine had ruled,
And not for very long,
There flew in trouble and sorrow,
There was misfortune.
 
Black clouds had blown in
And the sun they had covered,
It had thundered, lightning flashed,
A blizzard had blown in.
 
The wind picked up from the steppe
There breaking branches ,
It had rained, the droplets
Watering the furrows.
 
It was not the clouds that went upon the sun
Across the blue sky,
It was an army that went into Ukraine
Over the level steppe
 
Oh, from the north, the Muscovites had come
And from the south the Tatars came,
And in the evening, the Polish lords
Noisy had flown in.
 
Guns had thundered all around,
The the sun covered by smoke,
The bullets flying, dear Kozaks
Washing the pathway with blood.
 
The Kozaks had fought well,
There were various situations
Both to the Muscovites and Polish Lords
To all they left their mark
 
Oh, it was not their strength that broke them,
But a wicked word,
The Polish word is sweet,
Moscovite negotiations.
 
They flew into Ukraine
the Poles and Muscovites,
The Jews sat upon the rent,
Taking away the land.
 
Oh, they chained the dear Kozaks
With a saber they then plowed
Upon the Lord, and upon the Jew
Plowing them in the field.
 
They came, took everything,
And the freedom, and destiny,
No longer can we hear the joyous singing,
That poured out into the fields.
 
It is not joyful in Ukraine -
To hear a foreign language,
They moan, cry in captivity
The hungry people.
 
Working for their masters
Day - night without rest,
Ukrainians forgetting
Their acient glory.
 
Forgetting, others will not forget
Some, pretty well
They will tell the children everything
About Ukraine- their mother.
 


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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...