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OK, it reminds me a song about a cat and drugs.

The man and the cat

A man and a cat are crying at the window

The grey rain drips directly onto the glass

An ambulance is coming to the man with the cat

The poor man's sick brain is cramping

The Doctor is driving-driving through a snowy plain

He brings healing powder to people

The man and The cat will take the powder

And the sadness will recede and the longing will pass

The man and the cat hardly count the days

Instead of a blue sky, there is a gray ceiling

The man and the cat fly at night

But the dream is not prophetic – it does not give wings

The Doctor is driving-driving through a snowy plain

He brings healing powder to people

The man and the cat will take the powder

And the sadness will recede and the longing will pass

"Where are you, where are you, where are you – the white carriage?"

The man screams in the walls of the toilet

But the walls don't hear him – the pipes are like veins

And the drain tank is pounding madly like a heart

The Doctor is driving-driving through a snowy plain

He brings healing powder to people

The man and the cat will take the powder

And the sadness will recede and the longing will pass

The author of the song shared the story of its creation:

"We once went to a man to look at his guitar. And he lived in an apartment without a corridor. And there was a saucer of milk for the cat right at the door. And I walked in and stepped right into the saucer… Well, in general, these were sad circumstances — a person has nothing to live on, sells a guitar… And this gave me the idea: "A man and a cat are crying at the window"…"

It was a big hit in 1990s and still is considered a classic of Russian rock.

sobbing and crying at the woman who stole a meth addicted kitten from her dealer and then she and the kitten got clean together

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Today's song for translation is about Pushkin's last duel with Georges d'Anthès, which led to his death on January 29, 1837.

Black River*

Sasha**, Sasha, wait!

Sasha, Sasha, don't go

To the river, to the Black River,

That's the final station.

Sasha, Sasha, look

How beautiful bullfinches are

Dancing on twigs.

Think about the kids!

Sit down and smoke, Sasha,

Sit down and smoke, think about it!

Black river, black gun,

What a meeting is, such is a hello.

Black river, black gun,

There are two little men in the snow,

Pop, and one gone...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Sasha, don't go, think about it!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Sasha, don't go, don't go!

Here's a bucket of champagne,

Here is "The Marriage of Figaro",

But don't go to the river,

To the Black River!

Sasha, Sasha, Sasha, Sasha!

You are our sun,***

And d'Anthès - why do we talk about d'Anthès,

Let him go thought the woods!****

There's wind, ice, Sasha,

There's a bullet to your stomach...

Black river, black gun,

What a meeting is, such is a hello.

Black river, black gun,

There are two little men in the snow,

Pop, and one is gone...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Sasha, don't go, think about it!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Sasha, don't go, don't go!

(loss)

Black river, black gun,

What a meeting is, such is a hello.

Black river, black gun,

There are two little men in the snow,

Pop, and one is gone...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no...

*Black River — Chyornaya Rechka, Черная Речка, the place of the duel. The literal translation is kept for poetic purposes.

**Sasha — a short form for Alexander.

***You are our Sun — Pushkin is often called The Sun of Russian Poetry. This title was first used in an article about his death.

****Let him go though the woods — an idiom that means contempt and indifference.

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Maple

Remember the Fire in yourself,

Remember, my dear,

How the heavens shine

Under The Most Pure* Moon.

Detected rift,

The opening view,

Yes! The soul sings in response

And flies home itself.

The Queen of life

And here you are,

Standing all confused,

Die for life,

And the sky

Will bow before you.

You, my leafless maple,

My frozen maple,**

You played with the winds,

You're wearing a white shirt,***

Wake up, rise again,

Turn into the God's one for me,

As bright as a song,

As good as a life.

Remember the Tear in yourself,

Remember, my dear,

Accept your thunderstorm

With a merry river,

May you shine through the ages

With the power of the Sun's blood

That lives in living hearts

As the eternal feat of love.

The Queen of life,

And here you are,

Standing all confusedn,

Die for life

And the sky

Will bow before you.

You, my leafless maple,

My frozen maple,

You played with the winds,

You're wearing a white shirt,

Wake up, rise again,

Turn into the God's one for me,

As bright as a song,

As good as a life.

Behind the last snow

Of the decrepit blizzard,

Behind the deadly laughter

Of the pre-war flour,

In a lively light

Let the sleeper wake up

And the wind that threatens us with death

Will drop.

*The Most Pure— in the original there's used the word "Пречистая", one of the titles of The Virgin Mary.

**You, my leafless maple, my frozen maple — A quote from a poem by Sergey Yesenin:

***White shirt — a metaphor for the snow, but also easy to associate with the burial clothes.

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In the land of my monsters

In the embrace of a stuffy void, it's uneasy from the voices

Of people who huddle at the door to the dwelling of sacred dreams.

You're waiting in the shadows, where the back door is, you don't like gatherings too.

Welcome to the land of my monsters.

You know, inside of you and me, under the rib frames

We look just like a Frankenstein's child: with scars and abrasions from throat to hips.

Blame anyone and get into a cocoon.

The celebration of doors and windows that are closed from the inside.

You know, inside of you and me, under the rib frames

We look just like a Frankenstein's child: with scars and abrasions from throat to hips.

Blame anyone and get into a cocoon.

The celebration of doors and windows that are closed from the inside.

Notes: "frames" there is a nautical term. According to Wikipedia, in ships, frames are ribs that are transverse bolted or welded to the keel.

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Король и Шут

The Bear

I'm alive as long

As I still believe in a miracle,

But I will have

To die.

I'm very sad,

My heart is empty,

All my feelings

The bear took.

My destiny

Isn't under my control,

My love

Is as dangerous as death.

The day will go out,

The moon will wake up,

And the beast

Will wake up in me again.

The enchantment taken away

The peace of my mind.

A question arose -

Who am I?

My poor mind

Didn't come at first

To the strange thought -

I am a human being!

The sorcerer was drunk,

Very stubborn,

I wish not to see him,

Yes, forever!

My destiny

Isn't under my control,

My love

Is as dangerous as death.

I was a bear -

I didn't know any problems.

Why did I get

A human bloodline?

And at this point

My gift of walking

On two feet

Will break like a thread.

Reverse werewolf where the real horror is becoming human. Animal now has to question their morality- they never had that before- and ponders their life. They never had to ponder before. Werewolf Horror except the in-between is no longer beast and man, but beast becoming man. Where do they start and the sapience end? There is no going back to what they were before. They can only try to pretend in both directions. Human-based werewolves have the luxury of pretending. Werehumans have no room to pretend. They are no longer animal. They were never human. Why do they feel bad for their prey? Why should they feel bad?

They never hunted with regret before.

What is crying? Why do they cry? They Know. But the Knowing makes it worse.

#i had to share it there #король и шут are such a band I have to check if no one did it before. #Youtube

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Ask, Star

Oh, oh, oh, ask me, clear star,

Isn't it boring to hammer out foreheads made of tolokno?*

I'm throwing a bunch of new songs from the old hut.**

Bowing down, I want to rear up.

But there is only the sky in a chain mail of blue ice.

Oh, oh, oh, ask, me clear star,

Isn't it boring to comb out fleas all the time?

I pray, kneeling on the peas.

God hears me, and St. Nikolas, and the Forest Water.

But the sword of the stream sleeps in a sheath of blue ice.

Each time has its own medals.

Well, give each felt boot its own style!

I know a thousand real fun things myself,

But I'm afraid of the kind of sleep that's for all time.

A star! I love the ringing of bells...

From earth, on water, through fire, to heaven ringing...

Oh, oh, oh, ask, star, will I fall asleep soon,

Casting myself a helmet of blue ice?

Winter fed me white grain,

Where going crazy is no more difficult than breaking a string.

A star! Why did we come in here?

We have come to break these blue ice armor.

We have come to open this sheath of blue ice.

We will burn up on screens of blue ice.

We will decorate their helmets of blue ice.

And we will become their scepter of blue ice.

Oh, oh, oh, ask me, clear star.

Oh, oh, oh, save me, clear star.***

*Forehead made of tolokno — archaic way to say "stupid", "fool". Tolokno — kind of grain flour.

**I'm throwing a bunch of new songs from the old hut — An allusion for a proverb: "Do not take out the trash from the hut." Meaning: "Keep family troubles private."

***"Ask" and "Save" sounds similar ("спроси" and "спаси".)

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The temperature of love

Touch the sky with your finger and wipe your lips —

The taste on your lips will remind you of me.

Copper books, paper pipes,

How are you doing without yesterday?

There is no wall, no bed, no body nearby,

It would be better to see nudes than this nonsense stuff.

I'm cold, that's enough, I'm tired

Of tearing day after day away from myself!

I have no back, I have nowhere to look back,

We are on the same cliff, but on different days.

Push the time, what if its walls bend?

How do you live where you can't see me?

The time stopped, calendars are stuck,

No way up nor down, between all the lights.

I'm at the bottom, my boy, write me letters,

I'm at the bottom, my boy, I'm at yesterday's day.

On the train of the dead, a pure poison sounds.

The temperature of love is absolute zero.

I am not a judge of who is to blame here, who is right,

But how to drive hungry spirits off short waves?

How can you be so far away and so close,

How to pay for it and at what price?

I'm at the bottom, my boy, write me letters,

I'm at the bottom, my boy, I'm at yesterday's day.

Notes: "on the bottom" and "on the day" on Russian sounds identical: "на дне".

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Welcome to my new blog. This blog is dedicated to translations of Russian song lyrics. It's created on the pure enthusiasm of a native speaker who often shares the lyrics with her foreign friends.

There you can find:

Lyrics that are not available on the Internet.

Sometimes explanations of cultural references and puns that would be lost in the machine translations.

Probably grammar mistakes.

Hope it will be useful for someone.

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Love of Goths

Girl, you've fallen for a wrong guy:

I'm not an athlete, I'm not a badboy.

You have so many admirers,

And I'm just a humble boy.

O-o-o, you have so many admirers,

And I'm just a humble boy.

I don't need gentle looks,

I'm not looking for funny friends,

I want the world to never touch me,

And it's better for you to not be mine.

O-o-o, I want the world to never touch me,

And it's better for you to not be mine.

I only accept black clothes:

Girl, I'm for sure not your type!

I'm hiding from people in the cemetery

And I wear gothic makeup.

O-o-o, I'm hiding from people in the cemetery

And I wear gothic makeup.

But if you want to be with me so much,

Then I don't give a damn about all decency:

We'll play old records,

We'll be Goths together.

O-o-o, we'll play old records,

We'll be Goths together.

#it's a very strange choice for the first song there #but what done is done #Youtube