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Album "Cock-Tail" /2005/

(many thanks to Mr. Rob Perrigo for English version verifying )

 
ARKHANGELSK (Russian city)

Arkhangelsk-city is sleeping
A star shining in the sky
Only consist is scratching,
Yeah…

A drunken man
Is going slowly
From faraway
His arm is dying to fight…


     I’ll go to the right side of the light river
     If you want to fly – wings are not heavy
     But stars are still far from today


Arkhangelsk-city is still alive
Arkhangelsk-city is here
In this city was something
To eat (to be)...

In the city is firmament
Winter is sleeping in the city
You're fording
By yourself...

     I’ll go to the right side of the light river
     If you want to fly – wings are not heavy
     But stars are still far from today

 

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WHO ARE YOU ? 

I saw you twice on the street
That sunny day
Maybe it was only a shadow of you
and a shadow of me

And I am in doubt
Do you belong to human race
Or do you come
From outer space?


     Who are you
     Does anybody know your way?
     Yesterday’s gone
     And here is today

     Where are you
     And where now is my point of view?
     What do I do
     To be OK?


Today it is raining again
All over the world
I cannot see the light of the star
In my wonderland

But I’m learning to fly
I feel the mountain and I’m climbing high
Maybe one day I’ll touch your hand


     Who are you
     Does anybody know your way?
     Yesterday’s gone
     And here is today

     Where are you
     And where now is my point of view?
     What do I do
     To be OK?

 

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STREET OF DEAD DOGS.

Indistinct light, indistinct sound
Cosmetic move of extravagant hands
Electric view from an underground door
Non contact discharge , Finish knife under rib

     If you are accidentally not married
     at 6 o’clock be on the 5th Avenue
     Please don’t beat grandfather by a shovel
     I’ll call him on Saturday


Early morning, an imp climbs on a birch
Electric delight through the two letters “S”
And also there is a letter “X” on a lamp post
You should ask on the corner and you will be answered

     Sometimes you can meet in the evening
     Amazing girls
     You’ll remain only with one dime for the candles
     Which are burned all the bridges


If you’ll start in the darkness, you’ll wake up in the prison
Last watermelon was eaten by Tungus in Hawaii
Come in finally, this is full ahead…
But your bus has gone and ice-covered ground is in the country

     A new day, cart in the field
     Hello, small-people city
     Here all the KGB-men became taxi drivers
     And evildoers look like actors

     Port five and you’re already in the barracks
     And what about moon – you don’t care
     Dead dogs will start barking
     And copper spring will come

        Street of dead dogs...

 

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PALESTINA.

On a branch is a moody lilac
You are hiding a shadow in your eyes
Somewhere in Palestina
The wind comes and everything will be wet by the rains
So, continuing of this story in on the run

Hello, amazing stump !
Day is already close to an end in the magic palaces
Rest on your oars, let a boat sail away
It was just the glass

     Palestina, Palestina
     A car is driving through the field
     The father had three sons
     And a daughter Malvina

The clouds are bustle in the sky
The sun has a form of drop, but your his hand is not falter
It seems that somebody will meet us now
Car service here is very good


       We do not fear death
        with the fruit milk from Lianosovo
          and we’ll listen Bjork…

     Palestina, Palestina
     A car is driving through the field
     The father had three sons
     And a daughter Malvina

 

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BLOODY MARY.
(Dutch Seeman's song)
Vocal - D.Shagin

Have any of you heard about Bloody Mary ?
She was a terror of the sea
And her boat brought only death
For passing vessels

     Sometimes Bloody Mary
     Was a terror of the sea
     Let’s drink for Bloody Mary
     And for all the things she did

People called her Bloody Mary
Because she shed a lot of blood
She swore and fought like a boatswain
Yes, so it was

     Dat was dan Bloody Mary,
     ze was de schrik der zee
     Dus drink op Bloody Mary
     en op alles wat ze deed.

But one day after the lunch
She fell overboard and sank
She sank like a stone
Because she couldn’t swim

     Sometimes Bloody Mary
     Was a terror of the sea
     Let’s drink for Bloody Mary
     And for all the things she did

 

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AUGUST.

In the end of summer words became yellow (like a leaves)
Rootman* understands where his head is
It seems that nature is right

At the end of summer friends are leaving
The main task now, to know exactly where is a East
let the calendar loose it’s leaves

     August – it knows everything
     August – it knows everything
     One more attempt – and you are saved
     August – it knows everything

The summer is wearing a green beret
And inside the beret is a “Beretta” (gun) – that is your portrait
And it was so 3000 years

Remains only convert into a ray
Here is my melody, but notes have nothing to do with it
It means under the corner begins rising

     August – it knows everything
     August – it knows everything
     One more attempt – and you are saved
     August – it knows everything

*Rootman - hero of famous Russian song - man who lost his head.

 

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EQUIVALENCE OF SPACE AND TIME.
(Music by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud, lyrics by E.D.Marchenko)

Incredibility of meetings
Incredibility of fates
Incredibility is here
Incredibility will be

Incredible sin
Incredible tambourine
More incredible are those places
Where we will be with you

Incredibility of themes
Incredibility of fables
Incredible noise
Became familiar and clear to me

Incredibility of schemes
Incredibility of trill
Incredibility of a place
Where we sang with you

Incredibility of “yes”
Incredibility of “if”
Everything will sound in a place
Where thoughts are possible...

 

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VYATKA.(Russian city)

Evening substation,
You didn’t wait for this meeting
But it was so

If parallel rails come together
The train won’t want to go there

And evening is fresh
Like before a thunderstorm
And sergeant give up on you –
Good luck to you, investigator !


     With the purpose of getting
     new movement rhythms
     We are flying touching the Earth

     Machinist was diligent
     And overtaking unavoidable
     And it’s too late to use the emergency brake
     If you are not drunk


You passed slightly farther
You don’t accept lies
You want to find your way

If the rivers flow back
It’s very hard for a man
To stand fast on a stormy border

But it’s already the station
And you have to exit the train
And sergeant give up on you –
Good luck to you, investigator !

     With the purpose of getting
     new movement rhythms
     We are flying touching the Earth

     Machinist was diligent
     And overtaking unavoidable
     And it’s too late to use the emergency brake
     If you are not drunk

 

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BREDA.(city in Holland)

Parachute layer must make no mistakes
And moonwalk is your in point of fact
And it seems that nature is right as usual

Oh, those jewelers, they are going somewhere
What a beautiful city is Breda in the evening
On the river-quay you can hear the words

     Hello, hello, overcast day
     I want to get dead drunk, but I’m too lazy to go
     Please take me to the light river
     But I’ll go there without luggage

After India to the left is a brick road
Let’s wait, my Queen, we are almost there
And we are coming soon shining into the prohibited area

You listen to the voice of flute, you listen to the voice of violin
You can see taiga-smiles in the letter from Honduras
And it means everything should be ok and you can forget your sorrow

     Hello, hello, sunny day
     It’s time for blooming, but I’m too lazy to go
     It our evil tale was punished
     A blind painter knows – he’s lucky

     Railroad drive you towards the dawn tracery
          like a magic corridor.

 

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VERTICAL RACES (Wall of Death).

You are Milim*, my green angel
We are racing higher and higher on the straight road
We are racing farther and farther on the straight road
And I don’t think this is the way home.

There is dawn in the window
We have time, but haven't any result
Third year we haven't any result
Greetings to you, house-manager!

     Vertical races
          Give angle 75 degrees
     I saw that Lilith** climbed on the wall
          And was preparing to jump

     Vertical races
          What else can I break here
     Laureate of parricide
          Is crying cock-a-doodle-doo

Leaves over the window are turning green
And our planet moves very slowly
The month will convert to 2 months soon
Please read out my permissions

And when tram will gather its speed
I’m sure – this should be paradise
And spring will of course be limitless
And be sure, Milim will come !

     Vertical races
          Give angle 75 degrees
     I saw that Lilith climbed on the wall
          And was preparing to jump

     Vertical races
          What else can I break here
     Laureate of parricide
          Is crying cock-a-doodle-doo

*St. Milim - fabricated holy man
**Lilith - first girl (before Eva)

 

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NEW YORK.

4 o’clock. Shall I break the day ?
There are a lot of possibilities as never before
What does it matter to Russian people for Russian people

6:35 . The Building shadowed.
In one hour should rise blind star
What does it matter of black girls for our children

     But the helicopter goes round like a sun speckle
     Hope, my boy, the water will spill
     In three days they will go out there
     So, the wonder will finish
     And it’s a trouble

7:23. What are we speaking for ?
Here green and red come together
What does it matter to pure boys for our ideas

9:12 . And finally is the gong.
I wasn’t here, but I saw the movie
What does it matter to Russian people for Russian people

     Sincere view
          From a light prison
     We’re already absent here
          And people who are here are most probably not us (dumb)

     But the helicopter goes round like a sun speckle
     Hope, my boy, the water will spill
     In three days they will go out there
     So, the wonder will finish
     And it’s a trouble

 

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73.

Seventy three – this is a latitude
Again we are very busy
The song is simple, and the thought is clear –
We should go through the marginal ice

Who’ll come to help us now
At first glance – the mission is simple
Only old strange cat can help us
He is in scarlet brocade, but without a tail


     But Jack built this house not in vain
     And we’ll not become older now
     But our tomorrow is spanned by ice
     And ice – is a death


We can’t calculate the revolutions
Even in one minute we have so many
Flame of fight, smoke from a pipe –
And the enemy image was melted

     But Jack built this house not in vain
     And we’ll not become older now
     But our tomorrow is spanned by ice
     And ice – is a death

 

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THIRD MOVE.

There are a lot of lyrics in my mailbox
But their server hangs already for three years
That’s why blooming don’t come to me

I’ll go barefoot to the river
And will follow the vessels
And after that grey-haired web-master gives the command to: Fire !

    &nbspI’m getting via e-mail delivery
    &nbspLao-Tsy and Feng Shui
    &nbspThere is a new century,
    &nbspSo, don’t be naughty

    &nbspI see the breakdown lasts too long,
    &nbspBut they promised to repair everything by the morning
    &nbspI have lost my log in
    &nbspFor celestial forces.ru

Let's moderator stop treaten us
And hide his big plus-thrower*
Today is second day of the Moon, so we will win

One dawn is passing after another
Modem is growling like a wolf-pack
Single side band - and your channel is ready

    &nbspI’m getting via e-mail delivery
    &nbspLao-Tsy and Feng Shui
    &nbspThere is a new century,
    &nbspSo, don’t be naughty

    &nbspI see the breakdown lasts too long,
    &nbspBut they promised to repair everything by the morning
    &nbspI have lost my log in
    &nbspFor celestial forces.ru

*Plus-thrower - is a gun of Moderator

 

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ROZES ARE QUIET HERE.

In the sunny morning someone is leaving his home
Wind is so fresh and the view is incredibly beautiful
Someone has a flight to Leningrad,
     Someone devil drive to inferno
Bunch of banana and drop on a brow – something is wrong

But in some years Jack of diamonds appears
And yesterdays Fox has gone from the Astoria-restaurant without a coat.


Rapas-Bird* over Vila Franco Do Campo**
Rainbow, rain and Atlases are run into a circle
But during the next dawn, maybe already in January
All chains will break and the bow will shoot


     Flowers are growing upside down,
     Everything is so strange
     This way, my friend, this way

On Mondays the truth is out there
Here and now – how long ago it was !
There is no past anymore,
     and the dawn is coming
We are so drunk, we don’t remember our faces

Space went down, but it doesn’t matter anymore
Volcano-living people should go to the cinema

     Flowers are growing upside down,
     Everything is so strange
     This way, my friend, this way

*Rapas - guy (Portuguese). I knew one Rapash, but he refused to be a bird ;)
**Vila Franco Do Campo - ancient capitol of Azores.

 

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Album "Kungaki" /1997/

(many thanks to Mr. Anthony Chorley for English version verifying )

 
I DON'T LIKE MORNING RAIN.

I don't like morning rain
There is no beer and my voice is tremblin'

I don't like morning snow
The human is lonely

All the shops are closed
Human interests are lost

 

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JUST BLUE.

There is a river, here is water from a water-tap
Mug of beer - the way to nowhere
And my angel placed into another icon

Something boring on the TV-screen
And tears of vodka in my glass
Maybe this is eternal peace

Oh, yeah, just blue...
Oh, yeah, just blue...


Yesterday 6 PM we left home
We can't say, that we have money
But nevermind

We will see evening street
And THE MACHINE will say to us again:
"Guys, this way is wrong for you !"

Oh, yeah, just blue...
Oh, yeah, just blue...

 

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ANTWERPEN.

Somewhere in a faraway city
Close to the longstanding church
It hears harp's playing

In the underground
I'm drinkin' my "Heineken"
I've got half an hour more


This quite evening
I don't look for the answer,
I ask the question

Somewhere out of time
Between ground and wind
Maybe It's not seriously


Becoming evening lights
Here is sound of Disco,
but I'm hearing a sax

Look into my eyes
Here is my late supper
Or maybe it's not me...


This quite evening
I don't look for the answer,
I ask the question

Somewhere out of time
Between ground and wind
Maybe It's not seriously

 

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BY THE WAY.

Maybe you are Mata Hari
OK, ask them, I called James
Sometimes I meet the sunrise
Sometimes play other games

You came to me like'n eruption
And I've started with "S_O_S"
You've broke my solid construction
Maybe I'll say :"Yes !"

You look for another hero
I wait for another day
The temperature under zero
But it's gonna be OK

You work for another service
But what are they fighting for ?
Don't worry and save your nerves
One day we will kill the war


Come back to your impossible planet
Don't worry,
We've done it !

 

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MORNING POISON.

Here is morning light, here is morning poison
Here is Saint Petersburg and it's strange look
Touching by hand
we lose the quiet
And maybe we'll be under another rule

We'll slightly relax and 'll go Underground
Contrary wind is beautiful as the GOELRO-plan
In a few days
we'll leave this land
And will come into the Kingdom of Shadows

There is no reason to think about a view from this window-
Here is just Moscow, here is just a war
What will things be like then ?
We'll complete the calculation
And everyone must be lucky.

What a little boy follows me ?
No, my friend, I'm busy, I need the rest...

* GOELRO - means State Plan of Electrification of Russia.

 

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UNDER THE RIVER.

Your face is ugly, like a spring
Your job - to fight everyday
For a few grain (enough for your bread)

Your God painted on a plate and lies under the glass
There are scraps in your soul
Some money to visit a new shop with your child


Your hands feel warm from the guitar strings
Today you'll get lunch
But what can you say if someone asks you:
Where is your light ?


You're going somewhere under the river
And you're never afraid to hear :"Stop !"
The doors are open, maybe this is peace and day will come again

While the train is traveling to Paradise
Be careful, maybe you're close to finish
And sing the song about it to me, please,
If you want


Your hands feel warm from the guitar strings
Today you'll get lunch
But what can you say if someone asks you:
Where is your light ?

 

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MAGIC CIRCLE.

It's time to look at the watches,
The watches say: "Maybe".
The time is shifted for one hour
The time to forget something

You are aware that you're wrong
Go ahead, and ring the bell
This book will contain some parts
And you won't be alone.


Branches of birch will suddenly
Say to you "Sorry !"
This magic circle
is meeting you again

Don't close your eyes
As it's the last time
And you'll believe, that it was a snow
For one of us


When the moon rise
Birds'll stop to sing
Drink to the dregs
It's no time to smoulder

Scarlet cherries from your dream
Will reply to you quietly:
"If your life owed you something,
It's not for now".

 

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STEP BY STEP.

Step by step
We`re climbing higher and higher
Step by step

Step by step
We don`t look at the fire
Step by step

And our hearts will find something
One day
And our hands will do something
It has to be OK

Anything You want my honey
I`ll do for You
Yes it`s true
I`ve got a tiny secret

Step by step
We`re doing better and better
Step by step

Step by step
We will replenish this letter
Step by step

We`ll interrupt the revolution
One day
We`ll look for peaceful solution
It has to be OK

Anything You want my honey
I`ll do for You
Yes it`s true
I`ve got a tiny secret

We build this wonder day by day
All troubles must be thrown away

I can tell You my decision-
I will find a new religion
Yes it`s true
I`ve got a tiny secret

 

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GROENEWOUD.

We kill the time
And this is higher sense
I have to make a decision-
That is the main idea

All the thesises are precise
I'm sure
How impertinent we were
When we born


Red roses become blue
A parquet burns with a red light
We're not afraid of winter frost
There is no sadness anymore

Look, in the corner of the sofa
Appears a shadow of someone
Maybe it's a manna
So, a new day comes !


We'll open the bedroom widely
There is a surprise-
Box of mineral water
Falling down and shouting

A small ship is floating still
Over the cloudy waters
And here is someone as cold as a finch
But his brains are light.

 

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Album "Pyrzalka" /1992/

(many thanks to Mr. Rob Perrigo for English version verifying )

 
PAPA (dedicated to M Gorbatchiov).

They teach us since our childhood that adults are always right
We remember first class (in the school) and the star in our hearts
We believed in a dream on the cross of days
Those days fell into the emptiness with the speed of shadows

And one early morning I saw like in a dream
Papa flogging a dead horse without a ticket

One wrong step and You`re attacked by the shock
You are our useful enemy, our alternating current
"Daiquiri" (cocktail) is on the table, but poison is coming 
If You didn`t buy the ticket, pay the penalty

And one early morning I saw like in a dream
Papa flogging a dead horse without a ticket

The day became foggy and the fire became pale
It has a guarantee for 6 years, this horse is wonderful
If you want to avoid the mentally-ill ambulance - beware of him

Recently I heard somewhere, that in our country there dawns a new morning
But Papa still flogs a dead horse without a ticket

 

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SECURITATE (KGB).

Their decisions mature in dark corridors
New soldiers are preparing their weapons
It says the eclipse is coming

And parliament works in a light hall 
Someone unknown elevated them 
But why are they in white clothes ?

And You will wake up one morning
And will see the summer wonder:
Here comes the SECURITATE
They say "Hello, 
You are under our full control, 
This is Your death..."

The glory departs from top to bottom 
It`s just on the right after the entrance 
And someone asks about the cordon

Our body is fatally ill
And wants to go to open country
To find a flash of will

To wake up one morning
And see the summer wonder:
Here comes the SECURITATE
They say "Hello,
You are under our full control,
This is Your death..."

 

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I`M ANOTHER THAN YESTERDAY`S.

Today I`m another since yesterday
Today You`re another since yesterday
Today she`s another since yesterday
And it`s not a game

You say : "It`s time"
You think You are right
But I would like to know
What You`ll say tomorrow morning

 

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RUSSIANS.

Those Russians are a jolly nation
They have a lot of fun
They allow invaders into their private area 
And after it they want for a better life

The Christians on returning 
Ignored the rules of this game
Someone bought them tickets to the inferno
But they`ve forgotten about their weapons

It was very difficult to stand up, easier to go to prison
The terrorists (communists) didn`t allow us to move
It`s not by chance, that they chose the line number 6 in their bill of rights
(that gave all the power to the communists)
For their favorite rule

The evil forces still press us
But we must remember
That "AURORA" ship still stays in the Neva-river
And her weapons are ready to fire again
  

 *(in 1917 AURORA started the revolution)

 

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FOR THE MEMORY OF A.D.SAKHAROV.

Sunrise came suddenly, but the night was warm
He cut himself on a glass fighting for our future
Now You`re joining your hands and looking for someone`s shoulder
You must get a portion of pain, but that time has yet to come

You screamed at him : "It`s bitter" (usually shouting during the marriage)
You replied to Alfred (Sakharov had Alfred Nobel`s bonus)
Everybody saw the wolf
But the wolf has already had his lunch 
And drove out on the "Pobeda"-car

We played the game, but the captain said : "Game over !"
All the light was turned off and we heard the moan
We are twigs on the winter wind and we didn`t know what we had to do
But he saw the light...

You screamed at him: "It`s bitter" 
You replied to Alfred 
Everybody saw the wolf
But the wolf has already had his lunch 
And drove out on the "Pobeda"-car

Something's coming for us, somewhere the walls are closing in
Maybe this time will come real changes
And during this cruel age
Forgive us,
the man of Universe

 

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ALPIAN BLUES.

I`ve got a job and I make it
The heaven became clear and I`m young again
I see You like a summer in the winter
We will sit on a sledge but will not go home

Your hands like a nettle and eyes like artificial ice 
We`ll drink beer and decide which of us will die 
And then we`ll go by the taxi which we can get on the other side of the river 
Maybe we are neighbors, but touching a heart by hand

Electrical mixer paints the line of a dream
You`ll say me : "Mister, I`m already slightly ill"
And an alien sunrise will sing like a jolly pipe
It`s not a sin, darling, simply we are together

 

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LILAC WORLD.

This is one more day, this is one more night
This is white ice on Neva-river
I know the principle of love, I`m leaving the subway train
I'm tired to be the leader

This lilac world will return tomorrow
If You believe in the sunrise
And on the Liteyniy-bridge will stand the policeman
He`ll show us the way to the future

 

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BAHAIST`S MARSH (BAHAI-is persian religion).

We are crossing this dirty town, we know the rules of the game
All of us have souls and some of us have beards but we all have eagle eyes
We are growing here but see America in the fresh river-flow
And we must have special shoes to proceed on our side of the river

We are the green-party, we are "the clear brothers" of our pretty sister
And when snakes hold You tight, snake's teeth are sharp
For entry into this College we must have better grades
And the Dutch man DYK-YOL-PAL will help us

I turned back to look at the grey heaven and wondered at once
I had a dream that, I`ve never been here before, I've never drank here and I haven't even sung here
Give me your hand, my brother from another party, we`re not enemies
But we must have special shoes to pass through the quarantine area

We are the green-party, we are "the clear brothers" of our pretty sister
And when snakes hold You tight, snake`s teeth are sharp
For entry into this College we must have better grades
And the Dutch man DYK-YOL-PAL will help us

Here are a lot of people, I wanna drink
Gimme a gulp of beer, please
We can live a little longer
Don`t die now, my brother !

 

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MAYBE.

I saw the flowers yesterday in this side of a day
Somewhere close was You, and all that was for me
You trust in the sunlight and in words spoken by the leaves
Call all this THE SUNRISE and You`ll be right

There is a small road up, placed between the steps down
This morning I can hear Your laugh in the Visa-department
This is not a good time to say the words
Call all this THE SPRING and You`ll be right

The stone thats falling down from the mountain ignores the prohibition
There is data from a new game, and it must be light at the end
Prepare secret potion and share it with me
Call all this LOVE , maybe You are right

 

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SLOW SOUND.

Slow sound is sweet like honey
and slippery like ice
Slow sound, I can`t sleep,
this is my way

And tomorrow all`ll be finished
All`ll be finished

Dirty night, there are flashes in a prison-cell,
I feel the tension of the borders
Slow sound, inwardly moan, 
the blood on the grass

And tomorrow all`ll be finished
All`ll be finished

 

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Album "Clear spring" /1989/

 (many thanks to Mr. Rob Perrigo for English version verifying )

HE.

+++PRISON SOUNDS+++

2516-th,come out !

He just follows me
I can hear his steps
All of us are nervous every day

He invades into our dreams 
He looks into our mouths 
We don`t know when the misfortune will come

Listen, my brother
All of us are under pressure
And I feel that I`m guilty
But don`t know for what reason

We meet the morning
And feel misfortune`s coming
He`ll show us the way to the ice-country

And we keep silence in the corners
And we hide the moans
Otherwise he can hear us

Listen, my brother
All of us are under pressure
And I feel that I`m guilty
But don`t know for what reason

We keep carefully
Our dear things
And continue to live with this oppression

We`re dreaming that one day
our spring will come 
And a herald of snow will be thrown out by the wave

Listen,my brother
All of us are under pressure
And I feel that I`m guilty
But don`t know for what reason

 

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SWISS BROTHER

When something like cotton-wool covers my eyes in the morning
And my feet take me to an unknown destination
There is only one task, to rescue my Swiss brother 
Otherwise there will be no more spring and the cold times will come

Porter Mr.Dirseu will be incredibly gallant today
He`ll give us the room with the telephone and view to the garden…
And my ears will break as I have to shout this April night 
And I have to sit and listen to what my brother says

All the bees must fly to Moscow and the wine will be young like Sunday
Long ago I knew this world, that You are now in
Only one task-to rescue,my brother who is dying
Hey, pipers, let`s play the surf that's breaking here

O-o, here appears my girlfriend clothed in a green dress
You have been closely following me since 2 pm
I can`t see the breast in your low-necked dress, only blue bones
I`ll stand firm like a wall, You won`t get my brother

When I return home, I`ll cut my wages into several parts by knife,
Prepare a soup from a new star and old offenses 
There is only one task-to rescue my Swiss brother 
Otherwise all of us will stay in the ice-country forever 
Otherwise all of us will stay in the ice-country forever 
Otherwise all of us will stay in the ice-country forever...

 

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NOVEMBER TEA.

November tea.
If the spring has gone
Winds at the kitchen are singing the valley-song
The wind in the street wants to rise
It doesn`t pay the penalty to the policeman

November tea.
If this whipping-top is ill
And everything in the world has stopped
It even seems there is no broken dyke
Through the glass a beautiful sight

November tea.
And our pain is coming
I`ll make free the scarf and rise up from my knees
I know that all of us are children of a rain-age
I don`t see this movie, I`m waiting for the comedy

 

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TIME "M".

Here comes the day
Last leaf has fallen
And there are no more summer themes 

Young eyes are crying
And everyone would be glad
If all the problems were gone

Time "M",time "M",
Time "M",time "M",
Time "M",time "M",
Wish you would disappear !

The power-having people
Sarcastically advise You to fall
Here is the carpet made from the new schemes

And all the facilities are good
If You don`t wanna live anymore
During the time "M"

Time "M",time "M",
Time "M",time "M",
Time "M",time "M",
Wish you would disappear !

The bow-weapon will be broken
The mill-wheel will stop
Maybe it`ll be forever

And only gentle light
Will leave a clear sign
This language will be understandable for everyone

 

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I DON`T LIKE THIS MAN.

Hello,my pal,You can see how our life`s going
There is snow on the streets and every day brings more chill
And somebody was hanging yesterday clinging to the cornice
But this was very good, that his escalator moved down

I don`t like this man
I don`t like this man
He`s sharpening our souls like pencils
I don`t like this man

This world at first looks like the white one
There is ultra-violet but so little blue color 
The man who delivered the prize remained in his place 
But this was very good, that his escalator moved down

I don`t like this man
I don`t like this man
He`s sharpening our souls like pencils
I don`t like this man


We don`t like this man
We don`t like this man
He`s sharpening our souls like pencils
We don`t like this man

We don`t like these men
Nobody likes these men
They`re sharpening our lives like pencils 
Oh no, we don`t like these men

 

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ET-s.

We`re sent to Earth with the devil's task
We first declare this diversion as an important work,
We decided so and everyone was agreed.
And You, people of this planet, will have no chance to avoid us

We are ET-s, ET-s
We want to destroy everything
And nobody can rule us

We`ll build the factories with powerful pipes
And shoot the crazy poison out into the nature
We`ll build the dykes everywhere, let rivers and lakes turn rotten
And You, Earth living people, will all die soon

We are ET-s, ET-s
We want to destroy everything
And nobody can rule us

It would be so difficult to make our experiments 
But our undercover agents help us greatly 
They are at all levels in the authorities 
They are inside the Ministries, they are in the supermarkets

We love them so much, they stand fast like a wall
We`ll thank them and take them with us
To the place, where there are no stagnations, no "perestroika"
We`ll open up the door to their digital minds

We`ll open up the door to their digital minds
Excellent minds
Dead minds...

 

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MUSIC OF ZEROES AND ONES.

There are a lot of Zeroes in every business
The Zeroes are owners of the people
Mostly they are fools
But their place is high

They produce long speeches
They stole the results of work made by the Ones
Everyone can see smiles on their ugly faces
And their rich clothes

Allow the fresh wind from the window
Listen, our country plays today
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones

Hey, boss of the sweet-talk tower
Show me, where is your progress
Maybe you are ready to suffer
Just like Jesus Christ ?

Look back, open your eyes
You`ve climbed on a hill, but You`re not a hero
You changed your image as you could
But inside of you still emptiness

Allow the fresh wind from the window
Listen, our country plays today
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones

You wait for Your time
And now fight against ROCK-MUSIC
You scream that ROCK is weak
And newspapers are more brave now

Now we raise our flag and start 
Your prohibition is too late 
There is ROCK-MUSIC in the world 
To eliminate all Zeroes

Allow the fresh wind from the window
Listen, our country plays today
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones
Music of Zeroes and Ones

 

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WE`VE WOKE UP.

We`ve woken up, we began to read newspapers
Good morning, my great country !
We remember the rules of Lenin and the Bible
We`re surfing on a new wave

We also have the hobbys` clubs-
Here the line for vodka, there-the line for sugar and for tea
We know, progress is coming
But someone (who is very sly) is preparing a shock for us

But I`m jolly and straight when I stay in the line for soap
I know the place where I can find the bread.
I`m falling down
So I can start from the beginning again, look...

You can't sleep, so it`s time to go out from the scene
This is a wind of actions by a million diamond eyes
Maybe all of us will be glad if the prices will increase again 
And maybe our minds will be better 

And everyone`s jolly and straight staying in the line for soap
And everyone knows when is still possible to find bread
The world`s falling down to the inferno
Please tell us where is the start ?

 

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MARSH OF NICE FUTURE BUILDERS`.

Our color is blue color of freedom and our flag is red like blood 
Long ago we attacked Zimniy-palace and now we`re attacking a foodshop
Before we worked hard and didn`t spare our hearts
But now we cherish the money and we howl with depression

The nature was killed, but the war was shifted
They increase the prices and say - this is what the people wanted 
They ordered us to tow the line and they always speak with metallic voices
We`re all soldiers Shweik, we`re building something useless

We don`t live in the fast lane, we`re just use the subway (not cars)
We love our 1st communist and all his friends
We move to where they send us and we feel no sorrow
When there is no butter we`ll eat margarine

 

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NOW.

What can You say about "glasnost"
You already tasted steak from the magic bird
With Your KGB-diploma 
You are ready to fight with every enemy

But maybe it's better to be quiet
Sit like a bird on a tree
Pretend that You are a cloud
And keep the silence

Ah-oohhh
Ah-oohhh...

Somebody quick as a flash
`breaking the holy rules
He destroys the young democracy
Trampling it under foot.

But another one hidden in a square place
Advises us - please, wait 
Get now an invisible job like a street cleaner
And be happy

Ah-oohhh
Ah-oohhh...

We`ll rebuild everything
Take Your finger away from the trigger of Your gun
We`ll erase Zhdanov-name 
We sleep without socks (Stalin sleeps with dressed socks)

Let the Bible be sincere
Let the Rule be right
Let all the people be wise

Ah-oohhh
Ah-oohhh...

 

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A NEW DAY.

A New day comes in an hour
Look, the wind has thrown out all the storm-clouds
We`ll see the first star in heaven
And this night we'll make a carnival

Don`t think about some ones sins
Be alive again, it`s the eve of something beautiful
Let Your river burst its banks
That were declared long ago

New day comes in one day
Dress in blazing silks
The street-lights shine blue like heaven
Listen to the magic bell

It will be day and there will be a shining light
All our problems will disappear
And my unique answer
Will spread through out the land 

New day comes in an hour...
New day comes in one day...
New day comes in one year...
If it comes...

 

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