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.

Beyond the quotes

		“Why not just skip landing here?” R.H. Mustard, a poet We were taught to make a plan, to look beyond a shroud under the sun to find a sweet spot and stay there, enjoy the reward, don’t share the spare… What if the plan delayed for years, to start a new things – late, and people will laugh if you burst into tears… Maybe…- to hide the plan in the bottle, throw into ocean, for someone to ponder, celebrate the holly devotions… Or, to build better world out of nothing, forgetting reward, fasting…, live every day’s happy ending, grateful for premature landing...

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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!

Help

		When word 'help' rings testing our fling - how far a few can stretch their wing to scratch the surface to  view face to face an issue to share the spot under the sun, a current medium of exchange - the sum, embodied in trees, groves, woods, comes teetering on the edge of devil tongue faraway in a  comfort, numb… thoughts: am I a big ship, called to haul aboard sunken boat, decoyed to dive into cold water with no aqualung, whereupon only friendly hand matter...

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Unconditionally...

		You hide your Universe under a garment, made of cloth unique curve of fractal figure each part of which has the same character as the whole – bewitched! You’ve touched my Universe unconsciously, your breath flushed my cheeks, my soul from faraway creek, where you’re flying with tailwind fanning the wing, carrying an essence into depth of spring… you’ve touched me unconditionally…

Patterns

Patterns Artist Carlos Grasso | Sounds #7 - Sound Mandala

		...an overture by the theme sense of profound love, adoration, thrill, surrounded with sounds, sighs, vowels, consonants, added up in unique rhythm with pause, when nobody breathe, even a bird stops singing, reflecting the night dream patterns of Life

Currents

		Spring speeds up strikes the rampant squares of Uranus/Pluto, sending us the currents to awake the hearts, intact by life, unspent its warmth and hidden love, reveal remorse, the guilt, self-doubt, help to remember what is the feeling to be a sensitive and happy human being

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