Ballad about Weaponry ... ©, 2014

Vladimir Vysotsky's Legacy

Our politicians (read "sellers"), being chronically addicted to discuss the popular country issues heated by controversial Second Amendment, like to do it periodically, after every next their failure or sudden lapse. As a rule of thumb the "Sale for Sale, and Nothing but Sale" slogan is always prevails over healthy minds ...

There is Russian folklore written and performed by Vladimir Vysotsky yet in 1974. Already 40 (forty) years ago he had predicted today's uneasiness, by sarcastic saying as "we just shoot each other - we don't touch (fight) people physically", or as this just stated below in his original verse # 33: "И мы себе стреляем, И мы никого не трогаем" - translation into English see in the verse # 34, where you'll find some light adaption to realities made by me, just after 40 years. It is really applied.

Enjoy wisely!

NRA enjoys,.. Hooray!

Sure, sales worldwide OK!

We can see on every flyer!

That Toyota got supplier

                                 

                                                Outrageously expressed by TCCC counselling

Ballad about Weaponry*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b_y_Sm1MA0

1

The low-level people are rushing all worldwide

Just living in installment, -

That feature works for easy

 For bad and for nice guys

R

I don't know those nice guys 

They, probably, have wings 

With bad - I'm in relations, -

They eager to have weapon

The weaponry and weapons,

The violence by assault!

2

The people of high-level

Desire to play with missiles

But low-level people cannot afford survive

Without any weapon to brandish it when high 

3

Hey, look at that one bum -

Without money in the pocket,

In which a big one fig -

The triggered gun to hit you from the feet 

4

He dreams about dinner

Already from the morning

His jacket from designer

Appeared as self-reporting

5

I'm willing walk with him

Supporting business talk

While holding my sweat fingers

On trigger of my colt

6

I am purposeful well

And I am businessman

I'm drunk and smoke-filled 

And often slightly high

7

Hey, why're you starring me

I am not a disabled yet

I need the only couple drinks

To make a calls and fly my jet

R2

Let's gather, move on, morons

We gonna hold free talk

Today, just after dinner

I'll sing you my ballad

The weaponry and weapons,

The violence by assault!

8

They are high-level players, 

Their gambling is for broke

As always with big money

They bluff impressed by honeys

9

They're playing with a bomb, -

We don't have this one,

You know, we are shy

We just in needs for gun

10

And finally they got it

The ordinary gun

And very sharp, the used one

Stiletto, just for fun

11

The low-level people 

Are scurrying in terror

But we, as NRA-applied

Already marching panoplied 

12

The faces across muzzle,

"You, Face the wall",

"Freeze!",

And "Don't move"!

13

This is, of course, not practically

To scan for high through pharmacy

Just buy from sale an ax or two

To feel - a man is filling you!

R3

I'll do my best like always

I'd like the country to escape peril

As such I'll sing not worse than Taylor

About weapon-transport for ISIL

The weaponry and weapons,

The violence by assault!

14

Whether to buy a clothes

I am in doubts of needs

Go ahead and buy some weaponry

And all the ammo that on list 

15

Let's start! Go ahead!

Learn shooting everybody

Newspapers are for weapon

Which's cheaper than a drug

16

Under a spoon - so pleasurable

But pity on the soul

As any artist just was down

For pound of papier mache

17

Go ahead with shooting 

In people, animals and cats 

The contradictory Amendment

Will never get declined.

18

Until a weapon here

Without limitations

Do not afraid - It's all OK

Your money work for other nations

19

She's desperately strong

West-Northern Barracuda

Explosively attractive -

We like her, hiding attitude

20

The low-level people

Who are without weapon

They are not people anymore

But targets due skeletons

21

Since those big-pocket bosses

Shoot elephants and tigers

But their games are not for us -

Cannot afford such exercises

22

That all is up to them -

The gambling within world

Not only one from them was getting loss

All other gonna be condemned by the lord

23

We have in pocket mini-gun

So new and we're so excited

That even soil - pillow,

Accommodation's easy granted

24

The blood diluted, wad-able

And throbbing in the temples

The sweaty fingers turning blue

Applying trigger safeness

25

We, low-level people

The rent on the society

But you shall pay attention

To look at us from side -

26

Beyond narrow shoulders

Of being observed passerby

You can report two dummies -

Two hidden wars between rivals

27

Intoxicated lands and powers

Whether you sing or howl as wolf

United States and Mother Russia

What are you doing with us?!

28

"If you modest and silent - can survive"

All idle speculation -

Since our market's always full

With debonair arm for nation

29

Additionally Nord-Ost is blowing

The prices get responsive

You know, we're blessed with God

In independent country!

30

The life's still cheaper here

As dust, just blow and adieu

Apiece, by little money -

Much cheaper cigarettes for you

31

The life-eccentric's broken

As thin one hair sample

A little one pressure

On trigger and "Aha"!  

32

Since all the sales acceptable

"Together we will stand"

 To take away a life is easy

As we were taught from age of nine 

33

Just look around - non-stop wars

So exercise your mind my country

No making threat with naked hands

And even ... no plane highjack

34

We're all for bullets reachable

There's no God or Evil against it 

So we're enjoying shooting targets 

We don't touch somebody by another means 

35

Before adore of shooting

All colors and the ages fall

The old and young, and she, and he

Whether one black or white are not specific

36

Again, so pleasurable, somehow under spoon

The trivial addiction works

The killer on the cover page

And hottie that is totally nude

37

The world is overcrowded

By losers with the axes 

Who are again protected

Until next trigger point

By BORIS K'ZORIN, 

the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

P.S.  Credits are thankfully given to all mentioned by me heroes; a special credit is given to author and performer Zoe Yashchenko in relation to the verse # 27 above, also based on my previous translation, aka "1. Generals of Civil War I - betrayed by allies (in Russia of WWI)".

* - The most of supporting pictures are shown to the credit of the youtube link above and its author 

You are welcome -

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

Баллада об оружии

1

По миру люди маленькие носятся, 

живут себе в рассрочку,-

Плохие и хорошие, 

гуртом и в одиночку.

R

Хороших знаю хуже я -

У них, должно быть, крылья!

С плохими - даже дружен я,-

Они хотят оружия,

Оружия, оружия

Насилья!

2

Большие люди - туз и крез -

Имеют страсть к ракетам,

А маленьким - что делать без

Оружья в мире этом?

3

Гляди, вон тот ханыга -

В кармане денег нет,

Но есть в кармане фига -

Взведенный пистолет.

4

Мечтает он об ужине

Уже с утра и днем,

А пиджачок обуженный -

Топорщится на нем.

5

И с ним пройдусь охотно я

Под вечер налегке,

Смыкая пальцы потные

На спусковом крючке.

6

Я целеустремленный, 

деловитый,

Подкуренный, подколотый, 

подпитый!

7

Эй, что вы на меня уставились - 

я вроде не калека!

Мне горло промочить - 

и я сойду за человека.

R2

Сходитесь, неуклюжие,

Со мной травить баланду,-

И сразу после ужина

Спою вам про оружие,

Оружие, оружие

Балладу!

8

Большой игрок, хоть ростом гном,-

Сражается в картишки,

Блефуют крупно в основном

Ва-банк большие шишки.

9

И балуются бомбою,-

У нас такого нет,

К тому ж мы - люди скромные:

Нам нужен пистолет.

10

И вот в кармане - купленный

Обычный пистолет

И острый, как облупленный

Знакомый всем стилет.

11

Снуют людишки в ужасе

По правой стороне,

А мы во всеоружасе

Шагаем по стране.

12

Под дуло попадающие лица,

Лицом к стен! 

Стоять! 

Не шевелиться!

13

Напрасно, парень, за забвеньем

 ты шаришь по аптекам,-

Купи себе хотя б топор - 

и станешь человеком!

R3

Весь вывернусь наружу я -

И голенькую правду

Спою других не хуже я

Про милое оружие,

Оружие, оружие

Балладу!

14

Купить белье нательное?

Да черта ли нам в нем!

Купите огнестрельное -

Направо, за углом.

15

Ну, начинайте! Ну же!

Стрелять учитесь все!

В газетах про оружие -

На каждой полосе.

16

Вот сладенько под ложечкой,

Вот горько на душе:

Ухлопали художничка

За фунт папье-маше.

17

Ату! Стреляйте досыту -

В людей, щенков, котят,-

Продажу, слава господу,

Не скоро запретят!

18

Пока оружие здесь

 не под запретом,

Не бойтесь - всё в порядке

 в мире этом!

19

Не страшно без оружия - 

зубастой барракуде,

Большой и без оружия - 

большой, нам в утешенье,-

20

А маленькие люди - 

без оружия не люди:

Все маленькие люди 

без оружия - мишени.

21

Большие - лупят по слонам,

Гоняются за тиграми,

А мне, а вам - куда уж нам

Шутить такими играми!

22

Пускай большими сферами -

Большие люди занимаются,-

Один уже играл с "пантерами",

Другие - доиграются...

23

У нас в кармане "пушечка" -

Малюсенькая, новая,-

И нам земля - подушечка,

Подстилочка пуховая.

24

Кровь жидкая, болотная

Пульсирует в виске,

Синеют пальцы потные

На спусковом крючке.

25

Мы, маленькие люди,- 

на обществе прореха,

Но если вы посмотрите

 на нас со стороны -

26

За узкими плечами 

небольшого человека

Стоят понуро, хмуро дуры - 

две больших войны.

27

"Коль тих и скромен - не убьют"-

Всё домыслы досужие,-

У нас недаром продают

Любезное оружие!

28

А тут еще норд-ост подул -

Цена установилась сходная,-

У нас, благодаренье господу,

Страна пока свободная!

29

Ах, эта жизнь грошовая,

Как пыль,- подуй и нет!-

Поштучная, дешевая -

Дешевле сигарет.

30

И рвется жизнь-чудачка,

Как тонкий волосок,-

Одно нажатье пальчика

На спусковой крючок!

31

Пока легка покупка, 

мы все в порядке с вами,

Нам жизнь отнять - как плюнуть,- 

нас учили воевать!

32

Кругом и без войны - война, 

а с голыми руками -

Ни пригрозить, ни пригвоздить, 

ни самолет угнать!

33

Для пуль все досягаемы,-

Ни черта нет, ни бога им,

И мы себе стреляем и

Мы никого не трогаем.

34

Стрельбе, азарту все цвета,

Все возрасты покорны:

И стар и млад, и тот, и та,

И - желтый, белый, черный.

35

Опять сосет под ложечкой.

Привычнее уже

Убийца на обложечке,

Девулька в неглиже.

36

Мир полон неудачниками

С топориками в руке

И мальчиками с пальчиками

На спусковом крючке!

1974 

Dedication to the Holy Royal Martyrs (Tribute to Russian Tsar Romanov's Family) ©, 2014

By Valery Malyshev,

author-performer of

 Orthodox songs

Dedication to the Holy Royal Martyrs*

(Tribute to Russian Tsar Romanov's Family)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--efmat8lF4

1

Seven white wakeful swans came into path at night of summer

They waiving wings took off and flowing up to reach a heaven 

The birds forgiving all and hovering in silence of farewell over Russia

And their tears as drops of heavenly rain fell down in Eternity

The tears of Love into the smog of faintly rising dawn

R

"Tsaryu Nikolaye, Mati Aleksandra,

Svyatyy Aleksiye", we so love you all,

"Ol'ga i Mariye, Tat'yana, Anastasiye",

As Saints in holy prayers remember please of us.

2

And Matushka-Rossiya had moaned in her shackles on the Red strappado

And all the enemies had torn to pieces country holy body

Nevertheless her soul - Orthodox of Russia wasn't murdered

As this' impossible to terminate in our hearts the Faith of Christ 

Belief in Love and Holy Victory over the death will live forever

                                                     R

"Tsaryu Nikolaye, Mati Aleksandra,

Svyatyy Aleksiye", we so love you all,

"Ol'ga i Mariye, Tat'yana, Anastasiye",

As Saints in holy prayers remember please of us.

                         R

"Tsaryu Nikolaye, Mati Aleksandra,

Svyatyy Aleksiye", we so love you all,

"Ol'ga i Mariye, Tat'yana, Anastasiye",

As Saints in holy prayers remember please of us.

R

"Tsaryu Nikolaye, Mati Aleksandra,

Svyatyy Aleksiye", we so love you all,

"Ol'ga i Mariye, Tat'yana, Anastasiye",

As Saints in holy prayers remember please of us.

R

"Tsaryu Nikolaye, Mati Aleksandra,

Svyatyy Aleksiye", we so love you all,

"Ol'ga i Mariye, Tat'yana, Anastasiye",

As Saints in holy prayers remember please of us.

By BORIS K'ZORIN, 

the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

* - The most of supporting pictures are shown to the credit of the youtube link above and its author 

You are welcome -

http://wow4singingtranslations.blogspot.com

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

Посвящение Святым Царственным Мученикам

Валерий Малышев, автор-исполнитель православных песен 

1

Семь белых светлых лебедей собрались в путь июльской ночью,

Взмахнув крылами отрвались от земли и взмыли к небу

Они парили над Россией, всех простив, прощаясь молча,

Их слезы каплями небесного дождя упали в Лето.

Слезы любви в дым слепого рассвета.

Припев: 

Царю Николае, Мати Александра,

Святый Алексие, мы так любим вас,

Ольга и Марие, Татьяна, Анастасие,

В Ваших святых молитвах поминайте нас.

2

И застонала Мать-Россия в кандалах, на красной дыбе,

И растерзали на куски враги Ее Святое тело,

Но все-же душу Православную Руси нет, не убили!

Ведь невозможно растоптать в наших сердцах Христову веру!

Веру в любовь и над смертью победу!

Припев: 

Царю Николае, Мати Александра,

Святый Алексие, мы так любим вас,

Ольга и Марие, Татьяна, Анастасие,

В Ваших святых молитвах поминайте нас.

Припев: 

Царю Николае, Мати Александра,

Святый Алексие, мы так любим вас,

Ольга и Марие, Татьяна, Анастасие,

В Ваших святых молитвах поминайте нас,

В Ваших святых молитвах поминайте нас.

Romance of Admiral Kolchak (WWI) ©, 2014

Lyric of A. Ovseenko; 

Performer Alexander Rosenbaum

 Romance of Admiral Kolchak (WWI)*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2GRaagcWFQ 

1
The piece of land is clobbered by winds
Where a gun shot sounds as a crunch of dried twig.
Where a white tajga will delineate eyes
By frosty looking almost bushy firry brows

2
I'm asking to be gentle, God, with those I'm leaving now
On this so nice, but still forgetful part of Earth.
I'm asking so, please enter in my home and close shutters
To make invisible from windows so racy trail of blood.


R
As for now, I'm ready,
Messieurs, or who are you, I don't know
I'm not able to serve with faith-true
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up the azure over great power.
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up all the sky over power.


3
Don't dare to rip-off insignia from guarded uniform
Don't dare to touch up The Russian Orders by the paw
So leave as for schoolgirls revolutionary your delirium
Allow to see mothers to all so urgently enlisted boys

4
I'm able to excuse the squalor of your smutty thoughts
But I cannot excuse the unclean guns you brandish now
Offensive your appearance at time of death of mine
As well as failed down grooming in mix of alcoholic stench


R
As for now, I'm ready,
Messieurs, or who are you, I don't know
I'm not able to serve with faith-true
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up the azure over great power.
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up all the sky over power.


5
I am reviewing now the last of held by me parades
And my regiments go under royal crown all
My army Holy Father, the priest and dying soul companion
Already murdered he lies face down in the hot snowdrift


6
The land and seas will never you accept for any rest
Well, it's possible to learn to kill, but enemies of land
Believe me, trust me - millennium will outrageously reject
All those who has decided to exchange it for one year.

R
As for now, I'm ready,
Messieurs, or who are you, I don't know
I'm not able to serve with faith-true
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up the azure over great power.
Toward them, all denying the holy belief
And for those for whom truth isn't clear
Toward those who light up all the sky over power.


By BORIS K'ZORIN,
the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

* - The most of supporting pictures are shown to the credit of the youtube link above and its author

You are welcome -
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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

Романс Колчака

А.Овсеенко;  Александр Розенбаум 

1
Кусок земли, исхлестанный ветрами,
Сухою веткой где-то хрустнет вдруг наган.
Заиндивелыми еловыми бровями
Глаза очертит где-то белая тайга.

2
Прошу, будь ласков с теми, Бог, кого оставлю
На этой милой, столь забывчивой земле.
Прошу, войди в мой дом, прикрой плотнее ставни,
Чтоб из окон не виден был кровавый след.

R
А теперь я готов,
Господа или как вас там,
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажег над страной.
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажег над страной.

3
Не сметь срывать с меня гвардейские погоны,
Не сметь касаться лапой русских орденов.
Оставьте институткам этот бред ваш революционный
И отпустите к матерям мальчишек-юнкеров.

4
Позволю извинить себе убогость мыслей ваших черных,
Но не могу простить нечищенный наган,
Того, что в смертный час мой вы стоите не по форме,
Небритость ваших щек и этот жуткий перегар.

R
А теперь я готов,
Господа или как вас там...
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажег над страной.

5
Я принимаю свой парад последний.
Идут полки мои под царственный венец.
Святой отец, святой отец - души предсмертной собеседник -
Уже лежит лицом разбитым ткнувшись в снег.

6
Земля вас не возьмет и море вас не примет.
Да, можно научиться убивать врагов,
Но верьте мне, но верьте мне - тысячелетие отринет
Тех, кто решился разменять его на год.

R
А теперь я готов,
Господа или как вас там...
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажег над страной.
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажег над страной.

The Visit of Muse or a Song of Plagiarizer (Посещение Музы, или песенка плагиатора*) ©, 2014

* - Vladimir Vysotsky's Legacy

The Visit of Muse or a Song of Plagiarizer.*

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrT3_AN-y1o


Preamble of Translator or just Me :-))

1. I was just visited today by someone as a competitor ... 

( oh, no .., of course, by Lady Muse ... )

2. In fact such a distraction came to destroy my busy day ...
3. I' got so well confused - continuously annoyed ...
4. So this is MY TRANSLATION, which was just naturally born ...



1
I'm gonna get exploded, as hundreds tonnes of TNT
Inside of me the charge of non-creative harm appeared
I was just visited today by Lady Muse
She paid a visit, get relaxed, but suddenly she left

2
She has, I so believe, well reasonable grounds
And, generally speaking, I don't have a base to whine
Imagine, Lady Muse, at a nighttime and with (a) man
God knows, what those people will gossip toward her

3
Nevertheless I feel so sad and lonely
Because this Muse - people will confirm
She spent a lot of time with Alexander Blok
In past with Pushkin she was living as a friend

4
I've rushed to table, being excited and impressed
But, Oh, my God, please have mercy and save
She's quietly gone, and inspiration disappeared
Together with my money, as taxi service shall be paid

5
I am so mad today, so even I am running inside house
God bless her, well, and I'm still able to forgive
She went in consideration of another artist
She, probably, got upset because of my mild style

6
The huge cake, well decorated and with candles
Got withered  due sorrow - myself I feel discharged
With neighbors, sons of bitch, I drank cognac
The exclusive drink especially to meet her

7
The time is gone, like people on black list
All in the past, I'm yawning from a boredom
She left without words, exactly as a Lady
But I still keep the couple lines from her

8
There're two lines, I'm genius, without any reasonable doubts
Go ahead and bring enthusiasm, laurels and blooms!
Ther're two lines: I just recall the wonderful one moment
When suddenly you have appeared especially before me!


By BORIS K'ZORIN,
the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

* - The most of supporting pictures are shown to the credit of the youtube link above and its author

You are welcome -
http://wow4singingtranslations.blogspot.com


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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC


Посещение Музы, или песенка плагиатора

1
Я щас взорвусь, как триста тонн тротила,
Во мне заряд нетворческого зла.
Меня сегодня муза посетила,
Посетила, так, немного посидела и ушла.






2
У ней имелись веские причины,
Я, в общем, не имею права на нытье:
Ну, вы представьте, ночью муза у мужчины,
Бог весть, что люди скажут про нее.

3
И все же мне досадно, одиноко,
Ведь эта муза, люди подтвердят,
Засиживалась сутками у Блока,
У Бальмонта (Пушкина) жила, не выходя.

4
Я бросился к столу, весь нетерпенье,
Но, Господи, помилуй и спаси,
Она ушла, исчезло вдохновенье
И три рубля, должно быть, на такси.

5
Я в бешенстве ношусь, как зверь, по дому,
Ну бог с ней, с музой, я ее простил.
Она ушла к кому-нибудь другому,
Я, видно, ее плохо угостил.

6
Огромный торт, утыканный свечами,
Засох от горя, да и я иссяк.
С соседями я допил, сволочами,
Для музы предназначенный коньяк.

7
Ушли года, как люди в черном списке,
Все в прошлом, я зеваю от тоски.
Она ушла безмолвно, по-английски,
Но от нее остались две строки.

8
Вот две строки, я гений, прочь сомненья,
Даешь восторги, лавры и цветы!
Вот две строки:  я помню это чудное мгновенье,
Когда передо мной явилась ты!

"Guys, there's none as that should be!" - My* Romani Song ©, 2014

* - Vladimir Vysotsky's Legacy

     

Yesterday, on November 4, 2014 I proudly joined American voting forces and this way I got my first experience of this kind. In the prediction of Changes, I have found and chose the song below before I left toward pool station of my choice (this is almost by Mikhail Zadornov, Russian humorist: because in America church is separated from state .., very most of the voter pools are located in churches of all imagined confessions ... I think, it seems potentially as a tribute or a respect to the U.S. Constitution, kind of.) So with a relief I chose my opportunity to take a ballot from my Fire Station and as such I done all with my citizen's duty and feeling of dignity.

There was a holiday in soul and wine was the same, my favorite, of a church taste, in accordance to my sole friend's legacy. So I completed translation in a good mood; I like it and I invite you to join Vladimir Vysotsky's world-wide heritage - that is true. I post it now, you know, Morning is wiser (especially if nothing distracted you from a rhythm of a soul). Enjoy!

Все не так ребята! - "Моя Цыганская"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGZwOoUy_HE

1

In my dream - yellow lights

And I wheeze when sleeping:

Wait, a little, wait, a little, -

Morning will be wiser!

But in the morning all's not so,

None of that enjo-o-o-yment, gee:

You're smoking fasting well

Or needs drinks - hangover, :-(

Припев_1:

Hmm, ya-a-ay, once

And one, more time

And so many, many,

Many, many times

And one, more time

Many more and many times

2

In taverns green table linen

Also whi-ite napkins

Paradise for bums and fools

I 'm the bird in cage then

In the church twilight and odor

Deacons smoke fran-kin-cense

No, in church it's not so well

All is not, as that is imaged.

Припев_2:

Hmm, ya-a-ay, once

And one, more time

And so many, many,

Many, many times

And one, more time

All is not, as that should be!

3

I'm climbing mountain

In accident precaution

On the top is growing alder

In the bottom che-e-erry-tree.

If only I could place here ivy

It would more than comfortable

Ya-ay, there shall be something else ..

All is not, as that is imaged.

Припев_2:

Hmm, ya-a-ay, once

And one, more time

And so many, many,

Many, many times

And one, more time

All is not, as that should be!

4

Well, I go into field, just along the river

There's a lot of light, but no god in presence

In the nice field are cornflowers

And so long one road

Along road there's forest

With those Ježibabas

In the end of that one road -

Sca-affold with axes.

5

Somewhere horses dance in bit

Not willing and reluctant

Along the road all's not right

All the more in its the end

Neither the church or the tavern

Nothing as of holy

No guys, all's not so well

Guys, there's none as it's imaged

Припев_3:

Hmm, ya-a-ay, once

And one, more time

And so many, many,

Many, many times

And one, more time

Guys, there's none as that should be!

By BORIS K'ZORIN,

the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

http://wow4singingtranslations.blogspot.com

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

1

В сон мне - желтые огни,

И хриплю во сне я:

- Повремени, повремени,-

Утро мудренее!

Но и утром всё не так,

Нет того веселья:

Или куришь натощак,

Или пьешь с похмелья.

Припев_1:

Да э-э-эх, раз,

Да еще раз,

Да еще много, много,

Много, много раз,

Да еще раз,

Еще много, много раз...

2

В кабаках - зеленый штоф,

Белые салфетки.

Рай для нищих и шутов,

Мне ж - как птице в клетке!

В церкви смрад и полумрак,

Дьяки курят ладан.

Нет! И в церкви все не так,

Все не так, как надо.

Припев_2:

Да э-э-эх, раз,

Да еще раз,

Да еще много, много,

Много, много раз,

Да еще раз,

Все не так, как | надо ...

3

Я - на гору впопыхах,

Чтоб чего не вышло.

А на горе стоит ольха,

А под горою вишня.

Хоть бы склон увить плющом,

Мне б и то отрада,

Хоть бы что-нибудь еще...

Все не так, как надо!

Припев_2:

Да э-э-эх, раз,

Да еще раз,

Да еще много, много,

Много, много раз,

Да еще раз,

Все не так, как | надо ...

4

Я тогда по полю, вдоль реки.

Света - тьма, нет бога!

А в чистом поле васильки,

Дальняя дорога.

Вдоль дороги - лес густой

С Бабами-Ягами,

А в конце дороги той -

Плаха с топорами.

5

Где-то кони пляшут в такт,

Нехотя и плавно.

Вдоль дороги все не так,

А в конце - подавно.

И ни церковь, ни кабак  -

Ничего не свято!

Нет, ребята, все не так,

Все не так, ребята!

Припев_3:

Да э-э-эх, раз,

Да еще раз,

Да еще много, много,

Много, много раз,

Да еще раз,

Все не так, ребята!

1968

2. Generals of Civil War I - defeated in war (in Russia of WWI) ©, 2014

2. Generals of Civil War I - defeated in war 

(in Russia of WWI) ©, 2014

youtube.com/watch?v=aYQwme0clzs

Authorized Interpretation of true fasti by Russian  Alexander Pushkin***: "THE SONG ABOUT PONTIFICAL OLEG" - OLEG, DUKE OF KIEV - ("ПЕСНЬ О ВЕЩЕМ ОЛЕГЕ"), three incomplete verses of which were partially used in the same lyric of both Russian Royal Army and bolsheviks in Civil War of 1918 - 1922 (with changes of words only in refrain, as instead of "for the Tsar, for Russia Holy Faith" was sung "for Soviet Of Folk Commissars".


1
As now is gonna Oleg, Duke of Kiev,
Avenge to the reckless in forays Khazars**
Hence fields and the villages of those unruled
With swords he'd condemned to fires

R
So let a loud music, play the victory
We won, as always enemy got run: runs, runs
So for the Tsar, for Motherland, for Faith
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!
So for the Tsar, for Russia Holy Faith,
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!

2
Out of forest that's dark to meet him
Inspired magician goes,
With allegiance to Perun alone
Herald of testaments that coming

R
So let a loud music, play the victory
We won, as always enemy got run: runs, runs
So for the Tsar, for Motherland, for Faith
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!
So for the Tsar, for Russia Holy Faith,
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!


3
"So tell me, sorcerer, best-loved by the gods,
(Military Salute in Russian toward to commander is heard in background)
What will come soon true in the life of mine?
(Military command to marsh with a pride is heard in background)
Whether it soon, to the neighboring foemen's joy
I'm going to buried by the battle field dirt?

R
So let a loud music, play the victory
We won, as always enemy got run: runs, runs
So for the Tsar, for Motherland, for Faith
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!
So for the Tsar, for Russia Holy Faith,
We all exclaim formidable hurray: hurray, hurray!


By BORIS K'ZORIN,
the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

You are welcome -
http://wow4singingtranslations.blogspot.com

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC


1
Как ныне сбирается вещий Олег
Отмстить неразумным хазарам**,
Их села и нивы за буйный набег
Обрек он мечам и пожарам;

R
Так громче музыка играй победу,
Мы победили, и враг бежит, бежит, бежит!
Так за Царя, за Родину, за Веру
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!
Так за царя, за Русь, за нашу веру,
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!

2
Из темного леса навстречу ему
Идет вдохновенный кудесник,
Покорный Перуну старик одному,
Заветов грядущего вестник,

R
Так громче музыка играй победу,
Мы победили, и враг бежит, бежит, бежит!
Так за Царя, за Родину, за Веру
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!
Так за царя, за Русь, за нашу веру,
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!

3
«Скажи мне, кудесник, любимец богов,
Раз, два, раз, два ...
Что сбудется в жизни со мною?
Раз, два, раз, два ...
И скоро ль, на радость соседей-врагов,
Могильной засыплюсь землею?

R
Так громче музыка играй победу,
Мы победили, и враг бежит, бежит, бежит!
Так за Царя, за Родину, за Веру
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!
Так за царя, за Русь, за нашу веру,
Мы грянем грозное ура, ура, ура!


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The text on the screen of the video says:

* - Defeated in Russian Civil War (WWI) war generals:

1. Krasnov (Donskaya Army) defeated by Joseph Stalin;
2. May-Majewsky (Denikin Army) defeated by A. Egorov;
3/4. Mamontov and Shkuro, both defeated by S. Budjonny and happened to be a crucial point heading to the end of Russian Civil War of 1918 - 1922;
5. Denikin defeated by I. Uborevich;
6. Miller defeated by A. Samoylo;
7. Kappel defeated by V. Zinoviev;
8. S. Vojcechovsky (CS Army) defeated by V. Chapaev;
9/10. Kolchak and Wrangel, both defeated by M. Frunze;
11. Ungern von Sternberg defeated by M. Matiyasevich ...

In WWII the brightly defeated, but fled from nemesis and survived Krasnov(1) and Shkuro(4) were Nazi allies (Hitler's Army), when Stalin, then true winner, as a warrior, in battle against them, is known by cooperation with allies Roozevelt (USA) and Churchil (UK).

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Added by me clarification - my history tribute, as by offered opportunity and as such done.

The White Movement beaten generals fates (all that is below is from and by Wikipedia source); See also:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_movement#Prominent_people


Denikin - d. 1947 in exile, New York, USA**** - related to 2014 Russia/Ukraine Conflict !!!
Kappel - d. 1920 from frostbite at wartime
Kolchak - d.1920, betrayed by allies, executed by bolsheviks
Mamontov - d. 1920 from typhus at wartime;
May-Majewsky - d. 1920 during evacuation from Sevastopol;
Miller - d. 1939 being executed by NKVD
Ungern von Sternberg - d.1921 being executed by NKVD
Vojcechovsky - d.1951 by natural reason (CS Army General)
Wrangel - d.1928 executed by NKVD

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Budjonny - d. 1973, by natural reason
Chapaev - d. 1919 after battle (re: official version; other version says a hero was suddenly discovered alive after an alleged coma (medical conditions), was interviewed and his identity was proved, but Brezhnev allegedly says "Don't change situation, so great glory as he has posthumously he will not have again, being declared alive; his time is gone ..."  )
Egorov - d. 1939 in purge by Stalin; rehabilitated
Frunze - d. 1925, as an alleged execution by Stalin
Samoylo - d. 1963, by natural reason
Stalin - d. 1953, by unclear reason (allegedly assassinated by Bros Tito)
Uborevich - d. 1937 in purge by Stalin; rehabilitated
Zinoviev - d. 1936 in purge by Stalin; rehabilitated



** - the alleged battle against khazar khaganate in 912 year, described in the Alexander Pushkin's lyric

*** - russkay-literatura.ru/pushkin/20-pushkin-aspesn-o-veshhem-olege-.html (Oleg, Great Duke of Kiev)

**** - The importance of Denikin's diary for explaining the relationship between "Great and little Russia, Ukraine", which says “... Nobody should be allowed to interfere between us. This is only Russia’s right."   Sourced by: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Denikin

"Song about Beast" - Happy Halloween' 2014

Re: Country Fears (idea prompted by a song of V. Vysotsky "Song about Beast")

The musical support is here:
youtube.com/watch?v=4a4zjM2vkE8&index=5&list=RDNOL455CLuL4

I was wondering, somehow not especially, and, sure, nothing in personal, but I still wonder: do rural cities Americans drink more or less than people in Russia small town, especially under fear of the next upcoming elections?

Fellows, participants of this sport, especially those trained well,  have developed extraordinary abilities for inter-communications within their fears from depressing economy. So the lyric of Vladimir Vysotsky, and video adjusted by some youtube "genius" may seem to defeat folk from political affectation and as such is still supportive. This is why I share it. Laugh - this is seriously!,:-))

Enjoy your Halloween Fears' 2014 and breakthrough in American folklore - Tuesday is coming!

"Song about Beast" - Happy Halloween' 2014*

1
Well, I admit I'm in bout of depression
Getting drunk as for ability to hear them
Listening, I'm even called respectfully
A quick glance surprised me by whom - Beast!
Beast grimaces toward me and blinked
So I quietly responded just to meet:

2
" Brother, I am drunk, thought I drank cognac!
Do you, probably, hallucinogens drink ...
Listen me, my beast-badass and pimp
Sit and join me, make me pleased
Really, my beast, you are not poltroon!                                      
Leave my shoulder, should I cross myself! "

3
Beast told me it knows many politicians,
Reelected by drunk people called to vote
Beast of mine so gobbles evening bread
And as final, did not squeamish and cognac.
Since my brandy was consumed - "Not issue,
There are convenience stores I'll bring you!"

4
I got tired, so to stores went my beast itself
I wake up - again, my beast, so scared me
What a hell, is it my newly coming dream
Or just I, was represented before him
Foul language of the beast of mine and
Attempted kissing, wagging tail and cry.

5
I exploded from a laugh at him
" Waaazzzzup, my beast, at you, at Hell
Attitude toward alcoholics of this world -
Is it truth, they're all fried by using meth? "
Beast again so ugly swore and said:
"All the same, the wrongful marshal came!"

6
... Phew, it's over, room appeared all light
I immediately was gonna sober my dream friend
Probably, my beast got vanished in a whirlpool ...
Since I'm waiting - when it comes again ...
I believe, I'm not so crazy any other way,
Better drinking with the beast that vote away.


By BORIS K'ZORIN,
the another last romantic ©, Los Angeles, CA 2014

P.S.   Posted here picture - credit to the author of the video (link in blue is above).

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ORIGINAL RUSSIAN LYRIC

1
У меня запой от одиночества -
По ночам я слышу голоса...
Слышу - вдруг зовут меня по отчеству,-
Глянул - черт,- вот это чудеса!
Черт мне корчил рожи и моргал,
А я ему тихонечко сказал:




2
"Я, брат, коньяком напился вот уж как!
Ну, ты, наверно, пьешь денатурат...
Слушай, черт-чертяка-чертик-чертушка,
Сядь со мной - я очень буду рад...
Да неужели, черт возьми, ты трус?!
Слезь с плеча, а то перекрещусь!"

3
Черт сказал, что он знаком с Борисовым -
Это наш запойный управдом,-
Черт за обе щеки хлеб уписывал,
Брезговать не стал и коньяком.
Кончился коньяк - не пропадем,-
Съездим к трем вокзалам и возьмем.

4
Я устал, к вокзалам черт мой съездил сам...
Просыпаюсь - снова черт,- боюсь:
Или он по новой мне пригрезился,
Или это я ему кажусь.
Черт ругнулся матом, а потом
Целоваться лез, вилял хвостом.

5
Насмеялся я над ним до коликов
И спросил: "Как там у вас в аду
Отношение к нашим алкоголикам -
Говорят, их жарят на спирту?"
Черт опять ругнулся и сказал:
"И там не тот товарищ правит бал!"

6
...Все кончилось, светлее стало в комнате,-
Черта я хотел опохмелять,
Но растворился черт как будто в омуте...
Я все жду - когда придет опять...
Я не то чтоб чокнутый какой,
Но лучше - с чертом, чем с самим собой.


Зима 1965-1966, by Vladimir Vysotsky