Georgy bartash tune

1.

Just calm down, my dog, for it’s only a stranger

which is fucking around with no purpose or so.

He is passing us by. If you sense any danger –

not to care a damn, let him go.

Just calm down, my dog. If I feel any sorrow

I bring not my old friends, and with foes I’ll be cool.

So, you may give a bark at this painful morrow –

and keep quiet: not acting the fool.

Diff’rent hideous ways that sly evil may wander.

I believe only snow makes you bark, let all pass.

That’s the train, my dog – iron wheels – and no wonder

that it brought just nobody to us.

There are candles half-burnt, cried for anyone's presence,

there are remnants of food, I collect them again...

Don’t get worried, my dog, these are all our presents –

no-one else shall this pleasure regain.

Let the snowstorm be still, be it heard through the clouds

light bells’ ringing and praying for faith that we get.

Life will always go on; there’s someone you find,

and the winter's sunrise warmer weather does bind,

and your puppy barks much louder stirring your mind –

be these new for us – year, age, fate.

2.

Now Nature dies, we die together.

And memory’s like torn out feather

struck down by the lightest breeze.

And now my pain regrets for nothing.

My weak heart tears while voice is laughing.

But I feel quiet, I’m in peace.

Garlands of your so joyful dreaming,

armful of jokes, the glass of tears –

I hid with every light step tripping

in sacred chamber for my fears.

And so one day my hope will fail

becoming weary and frail,

and hate will stare from above.

But I will suddenly appear,

silently, so that you can hear

my voice: “Boy, have you been in love?”

3.

Snow will cover some fields and woods...

One’s favor avoids multitudes.

This heart’s like a steak on a platter...

Some have been in love, that’s the matter.

Those who haven’t tasted your savor

are fed up with their own favor.

So what? I’m the same deceiver

felt joy, and sorrow, and fever.

I used to betray my lovers

when indifference chose the others.

There was hope I used to beguile

with deceitful and careless smile...

Even if some love roads are driven

with no wretched habitation to dwell,

those who didn’t love me are forgiven

such as those who did love me, as well.

PAVEL OSTROUKH TUNE

Mistrust

A light angel soars over a garden.

Does the matter bring something to sadden?

What, on earth, does he need, and what for

till the dawn over me does he soar?

I but follow the one doesn’t fade low,

but a cloud blots out the halo.

The light angel soars over the garden –

mild dark hides not even a button.

There’s the food for his spirit and soul…

Yet why does he reject gloriole?

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