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Summer! (A Song For Tsoi)

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Summer!
Well, I'm done like a breaded burger.
I've got free time, but no moolah,1
And yet I do not give a fuck... Ah ah ah.
 
Summer!
I've bought myself a fresh newspaper.
They sell the news, but short on lager,
I'm going out to try my luck... Ah ah ah.
 
Summer!
Today's a session 2 in the Palace,3
There's something small and something massive,
I think I'll visit it today... Ye ye ye yeah.
 
Summer!
So all the locals carry knuckles,
Vendetta means the brewing troubles,
But this in nonsense anyway... Ye ye ye yeah.
 
Summer!
These damn mosquitoes all around.
But my repellent has run out.
Blood-donors are our pride and joy... Oh oh oh.
 
Summer!
It feels I'm melting to the ground.
A carriage, carriage must be found!4
If not, some kvas5 I can enjoy.... Oh oh oh.
 
Summer!
My pants are shinning like two kopeks.
A cigarette on lips is smoking.
Today I plan to swim and dive... Ah ah ah.
 
Summer!
I heard a rumor of a comet,
Which soon will visit our planet,
And then we all are gonna die... we gonna die.
 
  • 1. This line in the original is a title of Viktor Tsoi's song, hence the alternative title for this one is A Song For Tsoi.
  • 2. Soviet Rock-n-Roll sub-culture included the use of some English nouns in common speech. 'Session' was an unofficial concert or a jamming session. 'Flat' was used for an aparment, 'shoes' for footwear, 'Mike' for Mikhail and so on. Interestingly enough, these nouns were used according to the rules of Russian language and would acquire different endings depending on the clause.
  • 3. The Palace of Culture - usually the only place in the Soviet era towns where any unofficial concerts were allowed. Very often these Palaces were named after Communists or Party-related events.
  • 4. This line in the original is a catch phrase from the classic Russian play Woe from Wit by Alexander Griboyedov.
  • 5. A traditional Russian non-alcoholic drink, to me its taste is a mix of kombucha with lager. In Soviet era it was sold in every town from the bright yellow 900 liter canisters, mounted on two-wheel trailers


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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...