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Boringness

Late autumn: cold and slippery like a dead fish.
Chilling air blows in my face
While snowflakes jump under my collar.
I am living through my last days in this city,
And, obviously, wallow in them.
By the way, my head is messed.
In Gorky street, however, I habitually ascend to the second floor,
(It only looks like that this door has aged a bit),
Then my feet tread a grey chippy pavement,
Near the river which rivers are bound in stone.
[It's one of] these walks in Leningradsky, Moscow and Central districts 1
Till the evening, till the night,
When you feel to the fool that
Live springs at day,
While at night everything freezes and somewhere in distance
A lonely lighthouse shines.
City lights its lights in the night.
(I will return here only next Monday.)
At the end of November the amber light
Flows right from a lamp post.
Orange light hangs on trees like snowflakes,
Falls on earth and melts there in a moment.
Night eats all the light leaving only shadows behind.
At night jazz music is heard in the city,
The snow falls swirling from the skies,
And as if in a nightmare,
I feel like there is no life, and never has been one,
And only a chain of lights flows away somewhere.
At night it's better to stay away from everything.
Night life covers the canvas of the city like lifeless paint:
In neon lights, behind the knots of phrases
I go down the quack-mire of my thoughts, walking knee-deep in mud,
I'm high on dope, as if in delirium,
Fighting off the demons of my visions with the last ounces of strength –
The shadow of autumn have covered my brain with some blanket:
First it stung with sharp daggers of rain,
And then covered The Isle and Moscow prospect in fluffy snow.
The busses at the stops, clanking by steel mouths of their doors,
Swallow the passengers.
Thick and viscous snow flows over Pregel.
Time has stopped still like blood in veins, the coil has winded,
I've been swallowed by the night life.
Here the yellow eyes of windows glow
And thick crowds gather near my house under my balcony.
And us? What about us?
Noise of tramway all over the bridge, dogs' howl all over the yards.
Hey, wait, it's all the same like today.
Fragments of thoughts late in the night in late autumn in snow-covered city,
Where a blanked of dirty snow is dropped on the pavements.
I have got the blues from the music of a long-dead negro 2.
'Mood Indigo'. Listening to the old tune by Dyke Ellington,
The tired city falls into sleep.
I am on the outskirts, in a bar.
Wrapped in my memories as if in a warm coat,
Without haste, gulp by gulp, I drink whiskey with ice.
The snow-covered house across the street,
Silently turns off its windows as of winking to me.
I've seen it somewhere, but I have to go home,
And the rustle of my steps also dissolves in the noise of the wind.
Silence and snow, and I have to go around 500 meters to my home…
That's right. But how difficult it is!
The last rouble rattles in the pocket of a drunk man.
Finally, the front door opens, and I dive in…
Late autumn, late night
Late autumn, late night
Late autumn, late night
Late autumn, late night
Late autumn, late night
 
  • 1. Municipal districts of Kaliningrad
  • 2. In Russian, the word 'негр' = negro does not have a derogative meaning, while 'черный' = 'black' has, but it refers to people from Middle Asia.

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I am Vaiana

Tala:
I know a girl from the island
She's different from everybody
She lives for the people and the sea
She makes us all proud
 
It might seem as if you're losing
And the way looks liek defeat
Look inside
And find yourself
 
Life is going to change you
To strengthen you with experiences
No power can silence
Your heart that quietly speaks to you
 
And when it some time gently whispers
Vaiana, listen to me
Vaiana, my dear,
Do you even know who you are?
 
Vaiana:
-Who am I?
I'm just the girl who loves the island
And the voice of the sea awakes me
And calls me
 
My father is a great village chief
We are descendants from voyagers
Who went out into the world, and their voice
Is calling me
 
I've brought us all here
And I went even further
I've already learned everything and more
It still calls me
 
And this familiar call
Isn't coming from outside
It's inside me
Like the tide
 
I'll always carry you in my heart
To remind me
Come what may
I'll find the way
 
I am Vaiana!
 
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You will come back

Fate's apparently approved what people's decided
They all want to get you away from me
My lucky has also taken their side
Ignoring the love we have, they took me away from you
 
Fate's apparently approved what people's decided
They all want to get you away from me
My lucky has also taken their side
Ignoring the love we have, they took me away from you
 
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
My longing's sworn to me yesterday
sworn my by your pretty eyes, that you'll come back to me
 
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
My longing's sworn to me yesterday
sworn my by your pretty eyes, that you'll come back to me
 
I've burned our photos in a moonless night
I've stepped on my heart and tried to forget
I've put out all the candles and wiped away my tears
I believed this lie, and decided to become harsh
 
I've burned our photos in a moonless night
I've stepped on my heart and tried to forget
I've put out all the candles and wiped away my tears
I believed this lie, and decided to become harsh
 
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
My longing's sworn to me yesterday
sworn my by your pretty eyes, that you'll come back to me
 
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
But I'm still filled with longing
I'm sad, cannot get you out of me
My longing's sworn to me yesterday
sworn my by your pretty eyes, that you'll come back to me
 

Oare Este Un Delict

O părea, o părea a un fel de surprindere
Dar mi-e dor de tine
Am putut vedea prin toate minciunile tale
Dar totuși mi-e dor de tine
El ei îi ia iubirea dar nu se simte ca a mea
Îi gustă sărutul, săruturile ei nu sunt vin, nu sunt ale mele
El ia dar la sigur ea nu poate da ceea ce simt acum
Ea ia dar la sigur nu știe cum
 
Oare este un delict
Oare este un delict
Să te mai vreau
Și să vreau să mă vrei și tu?
 
Iubirea mi-e mai largă, mai largă decât Lacul Victoria
Iubirea mi-e mai înaltă, mai înaltă decât Empire State Building
 
Se scufundă și sare și încrețește precum oceanul cel mai adânc
Nu-ți pot da mai mult decât asta, la sigur mă vrei înapoi
 
Oare este un delict
Oare este un delict
Să te mai vreau
Și să vreau să mă vrei și tu?
 
Iubirea mi-e mai largă, mai largă decât Lacul Victoria
Iubirea mi-e mai înaltă, mai înaltă decât Empire State Building
Se scufundă și sare
Nu-ți pot da mai mult decât asta, la sigur mă vrei înapoi
 
Oare este un delict
Oare este un delict
Să te mai vreau
Și să vreau să mă vrei și tu?
 
Se scufundă și sare
Și încrețește precum oceanul cel mai adânc
Nu-ți pot da mai mult decât asta
La sigur mă vrei înapoi
 
Spune-mi
Oare este un delict?
 
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I Am Coming Home

It snowed at Port-au-Prince; it is still raining at Chamonix.
We cross the ford of the Garonne; the sky is brilliant blue in Paris.
My love, winter is upside-down; this is not the time to be outside.
The world is upside-down—we freeze in the south, we sweat in the north.
 
Make a fire in the fireplace, I am coming home.
If the sun is out in Paris, the sun is out everywhere.
Make a fire in the fireplace, I am coming home.
And if winter gets to be too much, we will hibernate.
 
The Seine has fallen back into its banks despite the heavy rain.
If frost is on my lips, it is because I stand vigil by its side.
My love, I am perplexed; the warmth brings forth herbs.
And I do not want to be alone when winter looks the other way.
 
Make a fire in the fireplace, I am coming home.
If the sun is out in Paris, the sun is out everywhere.
Make a fire in the fireplace, I am coming home.
And if winter gets to be too much, we will hibernate.
 
I bring back with my travel bags a taste that was foreign to me.
Half tamed, half wild, it is a taste for herbs.
 
La la la la la la la la la la la.
 
La la la la la la la la la la la.
 
Make a fire in the fireplace, I am coming home.
If the sun is out in Paris, the sun is out everywhere.