Bad weather

		My translation (Russian) of the song "Bad weather" from the movie "Mary Poppins, Goodbye". Music: Alla Pugacheva, Vadim Lotkin. Lyrics: Irina Pavlyutkin. The changes with weather happen from year to year, bad weather now - in fashion, bad weather, bad weather. As if from the plumbing pipes heaven water's pouring on us: Refrain: six months of bad weather, half a year - just nowhere, six months of bad weather, half a year - just nowhere at all. Nowhere, nowhere we hide, but life couldn't be delayed. Nowhere, nowhere, but right there someone is looking for you among the rain. Ominous thunder's rumbling from sunset to sunrise,- a fee for the human sins, bad weather, bad weather. Not sore throat, cold or virus - more serious trouble: Refrain.

Fly away, the cloud

		My translation of the song "Fly away, the cloud" (1979). Music and lyrics by V. Reznikov (1952-1992)  Fly away, cloud, fly away, cloud, fly away! Fly away cloud, oh, fly away… Wind with cloud tête–à–tête talked while blowing its around: my desire, oh cloud, could you guess? don't you see the world without you-  better place, - fly away, oh cloud, don't delay, oh cloud, fly away! If there were no more concerns, than to chase after you! - hurry up and pour with rain, then melt away. If I stay with you someway my friend sail will become unvaried fly away, oh cloud fly away!  All the hardships, sorrow envelop with cotton wool, take with you anxiety and sadness for no grief to all had happened, for the sun be never blacked- fly away, oh cloud, fly away!

Starry bridge

Music: A.Zatsepin, Lyrics (Russian): L.Derbenev, "31 of June" - fantastic two-part  musical TV movie based on the eponymous novel by John B. Priestley (1978).  Below is my translation of the song from this movie "Starry bridge".

		Heavenly lights are floating along immense starlike road, over the deep black abyss, forming a starry bridge for us. Refrain: We are among the stars and darkness each other found in unthinkable sky dust for the Milky Way to become someday the road of eternal love! Everything may ends suddenly, you do not lose me in the twinkling stars, won't be destroyed by loneliness our starry bridge again. Refrain. Let Dipper bucket, Big Dipper melted slowly faded away. Let's hope that Starry bridge will help to love, will sway... Refrain.

Two souls

My translation of lyrics for a song "Two souls" . Music - N. Topchiy, Lirycs - E. Pilipyuk
Singers: A. Malinin, E. Vaenga.

		Two souls, walking through the heavens, talked in the silence heart to heart about land they have remembered, and great experience impact. About land they have remembered, and great experience impact. Two souls... Two souls away from sinful Earth led slow thoughtful conversation - how looked for one another and got lost in crowd, swept thin trail of sorrow and temptation. Swept thin trail of sorrow and temptation. Two souls... Two souls embraced under the star, recalled their special hour of fate, the hour, when darkness had been gone, soul've found the path to soul mate. The hour, when darkness had been gone, soul've found the path to soul mate. Two souls... Two souls, walking through the heavens, talked in the silence heart to heart about land they have remembered, and great experience impact. About land they have remembered, and great experience impact.

Horses in the ocean

 

My translation, based on the poem by Russian poet Boris Slutsky

(1919-1986) "Horses in the ocean". Above is video of the song by

the band "Rock Island", based on the poem with music by Victor

Berkovsky (1932-2005) "Red Island".

 

 

		Horses can swim, But not good, not far...   'Gloria', the sailing ship - trying to overcome the ocean. Lots of horses, crowded at this trip, in the cargo holds in constant motion.   1000 of horses, but 4000 horseshoes haven't brought the happy end: the bottom of the ship was pierced, pushed by the bomb, far-far away from the land.   People're boarding into the boats, rafts - while the horses - swimming by themselves! Gush, how should they act if there is no room and nobody - to help...   Vast red island in the ocean loaded, chestnut horses on uptight surface,- seemed at first it's simple to float, the ocean seemed like river path.   Only there is endless river... at the end of horses strengths... suddenly they neighed, as if disagreeing to the freedom with no chance...   Doomed poor horses went to a bottom... Who in the world will mourn this loss! Filled with sorrow my heart about them, Red ones, have not seen the earth...   

"I'm writing a historical novel!"

my translation of the song, written in 1975 by Russian bard Bulat Okudzhave

		In a dark glass bottle from under imported beer red rose bloomed proudly and slowly. The historical novel I wrote a little by little, breaking as into the fog from prologue to epilogue. Ref.: Everyone writes what he hears,         everyone hears how he breathes,         as he breathes so he writes,         not trying to please.         Since the nature wanted         why? - not our business,         why? - not for us to judge. There the sky was blue ahead, and the fantasy - in abundance, and out of my destiny I pulled the thread by thread. I fitted out the heroes in the path, searched notes about past, and imagined myself as retired lieutenant. Ref. Fantasy's not a hoax, the idea's not yet the whole,- give me to finish a novel until the last page. And while it still alive, red rose in a bottle, give me to shout out words, that long lie in the bank. Ref.

Tenderness

my translation, based on the poem of 1913 yr. by Russian poet Anna Akhmatova 

The real tenderness

can't be confused

with anything,

and it's quiet.

You're needlessly

coddle gently

my shoulders

and chest

in the fur.

And in vain you say

humble words

about first love.

How well I know

these persistent

not being fed

looks of yours!

Mystery of Love

my translation of the poem by Russian poet Nikolay Dorizo (1923-2011)

		My love - a mystery of century, as channels of unknown Martians, as flute belonging to the man, who lived before the ancient Egyptians, As telepathy or the dolphins language, which maybe prettiest than ours, as that emerged from other planets ship on the way to rendezvous with Earth. I am missing you... and this obscure reliance, the devastating pain as the gene, which has no name yet, as new area in science. Well, maybe in a distant 30th centrury in Human Blood Solution Center not the lyricist, but a bearded physicist will open the atom of love matter. He will be praised by chroniclers of the time, and rumors'll promise more than freeing... O, Nature, please, preserve from the human at least this mystery of being!

Grape seed

my translation of the song by Russian/Georgian bard Bulat Okudzhava (1924-1997), performed by Georgian singer Vahtang Kikabidze

		I'll bury grape seed in warm soil, and kiss the vine, and pull a ripe grape, and convene the friends, tune my heart to love, otherwise why live on this eternal earth? Gather, my friends, on the feast, tell me straight in the eyes: who am I in your view? King of heaven will send me the pardon for all of my sins, otherwise why live on this eternal earth? In the dark red my dali* will sing for me, in the black and white I'll bow to her. And be listening, and I'll die of love and sorrow, otherwise why live on this eternal earth? And when veil of sunset grows goldish, let again and again blue buffalo, white eagle and golden trout in front of me float... otherwise why live on this eternal earth?

dali* - Goddess of the hunt in the Georgian folklore

My Love - hot air balloon

my translation of the song by Russian music group "White Eagle",

the plot is taken from Pablo Picasso's "Girl on the ball" (1905)

		With you only I could understand, what does it mean to be loved, leafing through love like a notebook, and to live by that hope. Dawn outside of my window I'll meet with you. My house filled with Love, and there's nothing better. My Love - hot air balloon, it has the color of your blue eyes. My Love - hot air balloon, one for me and you, one for me and you. I think this world looks like a big flower. It has kept by Lord - Holy petal of Love. Dawn outside of my window I'll meet with you. My house filled with Love, and there's nothing better.

Image credit: http://ru.wikipedia.org

Laughing Room

This is my translation of the song "Laughing Room". The music by Teodor Efimov, lyrics by David Usmanov, written in 1987.

		Have you ever been in a laughing room? Have you ever been in a laughing room? That's where the fun, That's where the fun, Have you ever been in a laughing room? Chorus: There little seems big, There plump seems thin, There the heads of all - as at giants, And hands - as at the best musicians. There are curved mirrors as saucers, And everyone laughs, And everyone laughs, And everyone laughs. Have you ever talked with yourself there? Have you ever talked with yourself there? Laughing with tears, Laughing with tears, Have you ever talked with yourself there? Chorus. What if take a glimpse into yourself as in laughing room? What if take a glimpse into yourself as in laughing room? What the obstacle, What the obstacle, If each of us - like a laughing room. Chorus.

Secrets of the craft

               my translation, based on the poem by Anna Ahkmatova (1899-1966)

		I do not need the odic armies, and the elegiac beauty of ploys. For me, in the poems all should be amiss, not about the human joy. If you only knew, from whence poems grow, without shame, like the yellow dandelion by the fence, like burdock and sesame. An angry shout, the smell of fresh tar, the mysterious mold on the wall... And the verse sounds perky, tender to the delight of all.

Magician's song. The spell

My translation to the "Magician's song" from the movie "Ordinary miracle" (1978),
by producer M.Zaharov based on the Eugene Schwartz's play. Music - G.Gladkov,
lyrics - U. Kim, singer - L.Serebrennikov

		It is absurd, ridiculous, foolish, crazy, magical. Neither the sense nor the good, not in the way, completely out of place. There comes a day, there comes the hour, a time in hostage, locked in tower, and the connection breaks. Granite is boiling, burning ice, and getting strength a lightweight fuzz,- what kind of nuisance. And Trin-Trava is blooming high, enlightened owl sends insight, and even fragile thin thread unable to be cut by the steel blade the steel blade. It is absurd, ridiculous, foolish, crazy, magical. Neither the sense nor the good, not in the way, completely out of place. There comes a term, along with it a chills and fear, and a secret heat, delight and power, the pain and laughter, the shadow and the light - in same campfire out of sight, - what kind of nuisance. From the mirage surreal line from an extravagance of mine - figure impression. The color, sound it'll find, and flesh and passion and flesh and passion. It is absurd, ridiculous, foolish, crazy, magical. Neither the sense nor the good, not in the way, completely out of place.

Lel's song

Animated film "Snow Maiden" based on the play by Alexander Ostrovsky to the music of Rimsky-Korsakov, processed by L.Shvarts. 
The Snow Maiden - the daughter of Father Frost and Beauty Spring . Her icy heart has never was in charge of simple human pleasures, never knew love before she met Lel. His love and warmth gave the girl  the wealth of the world, melted the heart of cold beauty.
Below is my translation of The third song of Lel from the opera "Snow Maiden"

Cloud with thunder were conspiring: 'You rattle, thunder, and I'll pour the rain, sparkle the ground with spring rain, that's how flowers will rejoice, the girls come out to pick berries, followed their fellows, boyfriends' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel. In a grove young ladies all scattered apart, who - in the bushes, and who're for firs. They took berries, halloo to one another, one girl suddenly is disappeared... All girls're crying: 'Has the girl been  eaten by a wolf?' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel. On their way girls met the stranger, strange old stranger, very strange old man: 'Girls, are you stupid, are you crazy at all? What kind of profits're your halloo to  one another? What a joy to her to respond? You would fumbled in the bushes...' Lehl, my Lehl, my Lely, Lely, Lely, Lel.

Tell us, birds

		Tell us, birds: what attract you in the heights, you are so boldly raised above me; maybe it is so easy to fly because you don't aspire to success, grievance of last years doesn't hurt you, these winged years, wonderful years? Come on, birds, fly, fly, through midnight, and the sun at its zenith. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Tell us, birds, now it's right time that our planet - a fragile glass. Neat birch, the rivers and fields - from above they are softer than crystal, shell we really hear from all sides crystal bells, ringing a farewell? Come on, birds, fly, fly, through midnight, and the sun at its zenith. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads. Verse per verse around the world distribute this song to people, and the mushroom rains' silver threads.

Flying above the clouds

		I close my eyes and words are arising from the void like dew drops, like breathing stillness of night - I am a white bird, flying above the clouds toward the place where dreams come true, toward the place where dreams come true. And you haven't known, And you haven't known, You haven't known me... And quietly rocking, the earth drifts away under feet, and suddenly light gets flares up we don't need any words - I am a white bird, flying above the cluods toward the place where dreams come true toward the place where dreams come true. And you haven't known, And you haven't known, I haven't known myself...

Lunar trail

		Night snuggles to the windows, In the high dreams again The moon floats, sad and at ease. You're quietly looking at the fire, But you're so afar... I'm not familiar with those shores. Lunar trail on the dark path of the waves, Lunar trail leads you far away In a world where is no place for me In a world where I am a stranger. I could touch your lips, But the distance so big I feel so lonely with you, sorry... And do not mind anyway Never Earthy Love won't found In your underwater kingdom. Lunar trail on the dark path of the waves, Lunar trail leads you far away In a world where is no place for me In a world where I am a stranger. In a world where is no place for me In a world where I am a stranger.

Being famous - unattractive

based on the poem, 1956 yr., by Russian poet Boris Pasternak, (1890-1960),
the author of "Doctor Zhivago"

		Being famous - unattractive, It's not raises up: Trembling over precious writing, Urge to start backup... The purpose of art - self-giving, No hype, no success. Being "famous" while not "diva" Will not bring a bless. Better life - with no fake dances. Live, and after all You'll attract yourself abundance, Hear the future's call. All we need - to leave the spaces - Not between the words - But in fate...those chapters, places, Crossed in margin notes. Getting plunge into unknown, Hide your own steps, Like the land for spring time longing Keeps seeds in the depth. Other literary scholars Will be held your way - You don't need to be a ruler: Criticize or praise. Tune your heart for Love and promptly Follow the truth, Be alive, alive and only To the end of Earth.

False ghosts

based on the poem by Russian poet Afanasy Fet (1820-1892)

		I cannot sleep. I'll light a candle. And why to read? Once again, I will not comprehend a single page - And bright white light begins to flicker in my eyes, And shiny string of false ghosts - dancing by the threshold... What have I done? What for? What is my sin? How the thought might be a reproach? Why so sarcastically laughing your ghost, And heavy stares at me without any word?

To the dog

based on poem by Russian poet Sergey Yesenin (1895 -1925)

		Give Jim your paw for greatest luck, Such gentle paw I've never seen. Let bark with you in the moonlight On a quiet, noiseless weather scene. Give Jim your paw for greatest luck. And, please, my darling, do not lick. Just understand in simple way. You do not know: life is quick, But it is worth to ride the sway. Your master - sweet, befriend with fame, There lots of guests in house occur, And smiling, each one wants the same: To give you pat on a velvet fur. You're a dog devilishly handsome, Big eyes with mystical abyss. Why bother of waiting for the answer: Like late drunk friend, you climb to kiss. My dear Jim, among your guests So much of those, who whisper gup, But one, the silent and ..the best, By accident, hasn't showed up? She'll come, I bet you, very soon, And gently staring in her eyes, You lick her hand for my fortune, For all wrong words turned in good byes.