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THE VERSE AND VERSIONWarmth and happiness I wish By th’ fireplace among the tempests And spring bloom ever feverish After all winter ups and sunsets! 2008
The First after God (In Russia the captain of a submarine is called “the first after God” by the crew. But any man is or may be the first after God for his closest beloved people.)
First after God – uneasy way of living, Uneasy way of doing all your best. First after God forever‚ unforgiving All that you had been doing first And second‚ third – all numbers Of your uneasy broken steeplechase, Victorious‚ unenviable trying To reach sunshine and only first, Though nose-blood streams forthgoing‚ forthcrying. What should I wish more else than most? I’m victor‚ winner‚ will-made person And making will‚ surviving after all. My hands and arms and bones and nausea Are aimed at one the same just goal. How hard it is to be first after God With whole the world of no help and no value. No one believes you‚ you can just afford Triumphant be after success will tell you From others now and then and forth. 2008
A Fairy Evening The city was city like years and cent’ries ago. A fairy evening comes stormy and eery blow. The actors are being made up in the mystery e’en. And Hamlet is suff’ring and singing is Lohengreene.
A fairy evening‚ a cunning guy, Wearing always a purple style. The candles lowered‚ the love is gone. A fairy evening and all return.
The carvels are carrying Negroes and cargoes ashore. The shore and the harbour got drowned a cent’ry or more. It’s heard again voice of eternal and unbending love, That is like a planet unknown but sparkling above.
It’s difficult passing without a trace in the earth. A fairy evening will witness us foremost and forth. New men will be staging in mist of the future – and cold. We will be performanced when don’t exist in the world. (Vadim Vorobyov`s translation of the famous Russian song written by L. Derbenyov (poetry) and M. Dunayevsky)
THE SONG OF CAVALIER The age of cavalier`s not long, That`s why it`s brilliant so and sweet. The trumpet`s singing, curtain`s open, And sabre`s clinking in the street.
The voice of string`s yet thunderbolting, The chief already is astride… Don`t promise ever the young maiden Eternal love in daily light!
Champagne is streaming flood-like forward, And eyes are dim a bit by now, And all seems just at hand as ever, And all once done for all above.
Though sweet`s the world beneath the crescent, Disquiet darkens brow the bright… Don`t promise ever the young maiden Eternal love in daily light!
In vain`s your beaming and your laughing And making it forever last. There`s no glory for you coming, Until the blood-stream goes the first…
The cross of wood or of cast iron Is destined us in coming night… Don`t promise ever the young maiden Eternal love in daily light! (A translation of a song written in Russian by Bulat Okujava) 23 - 24. 09. 09
THE ROMANY SONG Sunburnt summer heat, stuffy and ever long; Winter cold and a blizzard at night Are the Romany life, homeless and forlorn, In the cent`ries went roads-long, was fight.
Ho, ho, hurry up, hurricane, hurry up, Ho, spur up all your coursers and steeds! Stroking wind taste caressing my dark curls up Pour upon me outrageous indeed! There set the sun yonder the valleys far, There hides just the sun of the day, There off, there off, there, there off Bring me there forever hey, hey!
All the past is dead and is deposited In the gloom of night where rules the fate. What is coming will be soon again revealed, Trice up the flash there`s life just the great.
Ho, the Romany dancing, fire in the blood, Gives desire and throws lightning upon. Just the wheels` creaking sound, charming and fairy, O`er the Earth by the gift wind`s going on. 2000 6. 06. 10 7. 06. 10
A FUNNY PIECE I want to south To Trivindram, Cause th` core of south A brilliant town! 2008, 2009
All the heroes of the wars Now have gone, their names are lost. Those who had the great battle once, Done in earth and are done in grass. Their valour of storm and shine Found home in th` hearts of you and mine. That`s the everlasting flame, Us bequeathed by them for aye, We in bosoms laid.
Have a glance at my soldiers first, Whole the world knows their faces most. A battalion stopped still in a line, I am seeing old friends of mine. Though are younger than twenty five, The hard way they`d been going by. They rushed out the trench, Hand to hand, fire within. They beset Berlin.
There`s no Russian family, Where there`s no hero. They are younger and looking forth From the photos that faded most. Their eyes are the highest rate For all those who`ve been growing of late. And the boys can`t be false, Can`t deceive and can`t lie And to lose the way. 13 – 15.06.10 ( Vadim Vorobyov`s translation of the famous Russian war song from the film “ The Officers “
“I`ll give you a star!“ – Once he said to beloved. I`ll give you a star, Though it`s far away round. I`ll give you a star – Th`men were saying again. I`ll give you a star – Th` echo`s spirits them sang. I`ll give you a star Were rushing to Space. I`ll give you a star – Th` Soul was arising from ash – I`ll give you a star – In the gloom of a night. I`ll give you a star – Darkness gave in, Day`s bright. I`ll give you a star, Once he said to beloved. I`ll give you a star, No one knows when they started – I`ll give you a star – Th` invisible way through the cent`ries indeed. I`ll give you a star – The Sun`s shining agreed. I`ll give you a star Were singing about. I`ll give you a star – Th` Life was jingling around. 2004 19 June 2010
THE SHRUBBERY Bush waved Putin once aside, It came never to his mind, Who waves Putin just like this Will get all till full he is! (Devoted to the meeting of Putin and Bush on the 8th of August 2008 in Peking) *** Oh! Angela Merkel`s got Her buttocks very stout and soft. Even Bush could not but touch Her neck, forgive him very much! (Devoted to the summit of the G8 in St. Petersburg) *** Bush, the cowboy, uses head As a basketballer – great! – Leaves a space for boots to fly In emergence – near-by. It`s a pity there`s no Bad egg to continue show! *** After Bush, the Iraqi matter They hope Obama will better flatter. They`re guessing what is coming, America`s spitting and hopes it`ll be charming. November 2008 – June 2010
Purple`s rolling in th` sky – heaven`s Burst out sobbing with the sunshine Thund`ring of sound younger wind of Freshness that is coming here.
A dark castle pierced with its peaks The light of valleys smooth, Fell asleep though recollecting Sagas of the ancient times.
At sunset, in the evening Silence lives about and yonder. In unreal glitt`ring farthest Hills in their twilight twitter.
And a river – sea among fiords Lies that changed its dyes and tinges, Not a thing believes it, Even a blade f`r a night then hidden.
On the window of my chamber For the last dwell and forever A dead leaf is looking, hoping In the hour of calmness.
Man as a leaf of no use will be By eternity then crumbled, And the miserable ashes into Th` Universe throughout will be scattered.
And if not yet picked off, find the Meaning though it`s dusk or gloomy, It is not in vain that in spring Buds swell so insane and crazy. 2000 30 June, 1 July 2010
Not much he wanted – Whole the world! And there was no idol more For him – he was alone! 2002; 1 July 2010
Alas, an only – a solitary one In sunshine and in gloom. And there aren`t friends, girlfriends when Woe`s at hand or happiness in bloom. 1998; 1 July 2010
I want – not to be one of many – To be an only of a lot! 2002; 1 July 2010
In a sky-blue Franguestani valley Blooming apple-trees in th’ wind are waving, In a sky-blue Franguestani valley Non destructed thought is dwelling.
There the Roma roved with their tabernacles, There bonfires flamed full of passions right. Having flapped two wings dream like hovering eagles Would get drowned in the abyss of height.
And the Giour was there dash-like riding Dazzling – moonlight with the black Sun and the wrath, And Pechorin did fail in his waiting For the vict`ries of deep hidden truth.
In the sky-blue Franguestani valley At a brook Love burst out weeping forth, In the sky-blue Franguestani valley Death through we`ll meet coming while it`s worth. 2002; 2 July 2010
Half a century and an age of majority And something that`s coming t`improve immortality Are signs of an epoch when rules one, All`s been repeating over again:
The son was sent after his father, The grandson`s going to be another To keep the royal line in force for public, Called the Korean people`s democratic republic. 20 – 25 October 2010
There`ll nothing be, never, nobody Just for me, now for me, now for me. And nobody will have nothing Out of it, just of it, just of it. It`s wondrous for ones, for others – It`s indifferent, whatever to say. It`s night dark abyss of heaven for one – From sunrise till sunrise way. 7 November 2010
To the Japanese Distorted Maniac Thirst for the Russian Kuril Isles And Their Reaction to President Medvedev`s Visit to the Kunashir Island
There`s great fun in Japan Thinking they`ve got right again For non-their lands, because They think so of it, of course. The Samurailings must have not repented Of th` War they lost in the year Nineteen Forty-Five. They are agitated, resentful, resented In raving against th` Russian bear, that`s fine!
We were the first to condemn the Americans, Though they were the allies, and you were the enemies, When they bombed Nagasaki and Hiroshima, We could acknowledge truth and more.
Our Stalin allowed them to have The emperor and not allowing, when The Americans and all the allies preferred Him to be executed before, With whole the criminal junta Of militarists and for foreign lands hunters!
Maybe we shouldn`t have done so, because The children of th` rising sun have bad remembrance.
It`s a pity, even the Kwantung disaster Did not add the brains – ones the last to.
Near sighted, the mind`s forgotten; The sun rising country`s showing all that, Hopeless, ridiculous and being laughed at! 1, 16 November 2010 28 December 2010 *** This verse is directed not against the American people, it`s against the financial, economic, ideological as well political system of the USA, that is associated all over the world with the word “America”, the present day America, the regime. AMERICA America is still alive, alas, I`m waiting for its pass And eager looking to that coast, And can`t be patient ever most.
The adepts of the ingenuine shine Send their ambassadors abroad: They`re two and know the role-play fine, Though of repentance know they naught.
The name of one is Freedom, he`s Just here, then just there. He`s Figaro of USA, Once to the desert gone, to say –
He was a good guy, whirling while, And laughing, storming near-by. The vessels crashed, they`d known the years Of Noah and the Chaldea seers.
The smoke is reeking, curling, streaming, The dead are envied those by living. They got now knowledge of the Freedom And Jesus can`t them quiet even.
Mahomet`s unable them to inspire, Their ashes of hopes by th` wind are expired, The whirl of freedom – th` freedom whirl…
The other looks like German Tod: A staff, a scythe that flung behind, Dressed as a roving pilgrim, fed On rather poor daily bread.
He`s able to find way to th’ gates Where no one him just then awaits. He’s coming never once for us To catch the fate and faith of us.
He’s begging, asking, teasing, frightening, Promising light, to him inviting. America – sings just his song, He’s a Democracy – go on!
For all his logs he’s able giving All that – which seems to them forgiving: To bring up the donkey as a grand, To feed with greeny th’ elephant,
And th’ main - a packet of indulgences To be and feel over the seas As well at home at ease and comfort, For good them sings of freedom th’ trumpet!
Then you’ll become invulnerable, The black will turn an Eden apple. A martyr will be put to prison As a trash – and no for other reason,
Among the Freedom’s laughing, flurry, Democracy’s spitting in a hurry.
The further – the swifter time is rushing, And life is brighter and is crushing. And just off hand – an unexpected turn, America’s almighty`s gone. Though we’ve been thinking, guessing, dreaming Turned up the moment unforgiving.
The Empire face is crashing down For sure, we support it now: Unbounded fly, unbounded fall – The world supports it either all.
It’s clear not for all the Yankee, That’s all and more than that it’s stinking.
They’ve been expanding in all directions And now they can’t control the sections.
It’s high time for the self insight. They should get knowledge – lots a bite: What country they are living in, Now unaware though within.
The other time is coming, streaming, The country will transform while screaming The quakes will darken, for ones as well, The paradise – for others hell.
All will be changed: th’ world, thinking, wit And even people though a bit.
The Planet will be reeling, circling In the Sun’s light and them awakening All will be bright: the time and valleys And all that we have not yet witnessed.
And those that we have seen behind The stream of Time will come to mind, Will open in th’ sky far-away; And those considered mute for aye Will speak in long forgotten tongue, Awakened by the wit and Sun. 2007 – 2008, October 21, 24 – 25, June, 2010
All WILL BE GONE Sing about the day that`s flying away In a twilight hour, The day – we may once recollect In a spring faraway shower. We`ll recall the crescent floating about In the sky all night through. Just of the thing that all will be gone Never recollect.
All be gone – your distress, and your joys. All be gone – that`s like life can flee. All be gone – but you should remember Love will not ever cease to be.
Sing about the ships that sailing away Though withstanding tempests. Sing about the world that`s done once for aye For our love created. Sing it`s easy beating enough for the Two hearts forever. Just of the thing that all will be gone Never recollect.
Sing about the day that`s flying away Sing again please quieter. The day – we may once recollect May turn again up lighter. We`ll recall a star that`s shining about In the sky all night through. Just of the thing that all will be gone Never recollect.
(A translation of a famous Russian song, poetry by Leonid Derbenyov, music by Maxim Dunayevsky) 21 May 2011
THE ONE The one above the peak of glitt`ring In day`s night all the time out through. The dreams, the mind-shots whirl up creeping All th` Universe out – crashed down – true. 8. 1. 12.
FAITH I am dreaming of our quay On the river banks of mine. A slim candle of the faith Burns in hand of thine. Oh, believe, the darkness has Neither friends nor closely kin. The unhappy overwhelm All have ever been.
Did we know when children were Believing in God`s light, From the fate and from the woe None could drive behind? Just the birds will take a shriek, It`ll just shiver faraway – A slim candle of the faith Burns in hand of thine.
Oh, believe in other life Yonder th` other frontier lies. Oh, believe and pray for me, For the soul of mine. There`s unknown universe. You`ll believe, you`ll catch all that. There`s love and there`s grief, All the other false.
I`ve been dreaming in the nights In a farthest land and time – A slim candle of the faith Burns in hand of thine, From the sky-born heavenly ray Over th` sinly world that spilt A slim candle of the faith Burning in the night.
(My translation of a song by Alexandra Pakhmutova (music) and Nikolay Dobronravov (poetry). 23. 02. 12
I love you, oh my life, Though it`s not a new thing as you do know. I love you, all my life. I love you more again and again more. All the windows turned bright. I am coming from work, I`m sweet tired. I love you, oh my life, And I want you would turn a bit better.
I`ve got much: th` width of Earth And the sea ever lasting horizon. I`ve been knowing for long Friendship of men, sincere unselfish. In an every day sound I`m so happy, I`ve got not a rest time. I`ve got love, oh my life, You do know what it is and about.
How the nightingales sing! Twilight, dawn and your kiss at a sunrise. And the peak of all love – Children – marvelous thing ever happen! We`ll together walk through Childhood, youth, all the stations and piers. The grandchildren will come: All will turn once again and again more.
Th`years`ve been flying away, We are sorrowful seeing grey hair. D`you remember, oh life, Th` soldiers fallen for you in war fire? So be brilliant and shine In the trumpet sounds of a spring anthem! I love you, oh my life, And I hope you do love me in your turn. (Vadim Vorobyov`s translation of a famous Russian song “I love you, my life” written by the poet Konstantin Vanshenkov.) 22. 12. 12
I`m Byron as well Shakespeare And I can`t see who`s closer near.
Between 2005 - 2011
THE HOPE
There`s shining an unknown star. We are now departed yet as usual. There are new cities us between. I see runway lights while taking off now. There are thick fogs and heavy rains, There are cold dawns here around. There are inevitable plots Wait for us at their secret ways.
My Hope is my Compass on Earth And I`m lucky for being courageous. And there is singing one song Reminding us Home and our essence.
Oh, believe it`s easy here from Watching all things not so complicated. Thunderstormy clouds are melting from The sky and funny are offences. It`s uneasy science to wait for. You should be so calm and so insisting To sometimes get joy and telegrams From the life for being so persistent.
Oh, believe impossible forget All we have been singing once forever. I can see your dear tired eyes And snow storms whirling up in Moscow. There are new cities us between. We are now departed yet as often. There`s an unknown star above Shining as a monument to our Hope.
(My translation of the famous Russian song by Nikolai Dobronravov and Alexandra Pakhmutova) 23 June 2015
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