Talking

Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.

Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.

О нем хранит молчание
радио и телевещание.

Нет ни досье, ни файлов секретных.
Нет псевдонимов народу известных.

Никому не интересно
узнать его настоящее имя.

Жив ли он, мертв ли он,
не проверяет никто.

Возможно в чулане
детективы найдут его труп
с разбитым лицом,
с открытыми глазами...

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault,
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...

It's a Long Time, a Long Time Comin'
You Tell Me How You Think I Should Be
It's So Easy
You Tell Me What People Want from Me
Well I'll Just Be Myself
It's the Only Way I Can Be but You Don't See

You Accuse, Abuse Integrity
You Don't Know One Damn Thing about Me
Not One Damn Thing
Build Me up and Then You Tear Me down

Curse My Name When I'm Not Around
You're So Hard until the Truth Is Found
What Goes Round Always Comes Around
And It's a
Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin...

Come over, baby,
Let us talk.
Do you remember
What we shared?
Since then we've lost
So many hopes,
But, please, don't think
That I'm scared.

You looked so young,
And so naive,
But that can't dupe me
Any longer.
You were my angel once,
But still,
Your demon now
Is even stronger.

It's alright with me as long as you are by
my side,
Talk or just say nothing, I don't mind your
looks never lie.

I was always on the run, finding out what
I was looking for and
I was always insecure, just until I found

Words often don't come easy, I never loved
to show you the inside of me oh no my

You were always patience, dragging out
what I tried to hide

I was always on the run, finding out what
I was looking for and
I was always insecure, just until I found...

I play the game - the Game of Life,
I cannot find the end,
But I stay calm and I enjoy
The "birth-and-dying" Band

And then, just after sixteen years,
When I am kind of man,
After a year of whiner talks,
The Brightening gives me Hand

I learned, what said the Jesus Christ,
Cause Bible is misunderstood,
It's good for those who rules the Land,
It's kind of stuff or selling goods

And now I am the Light of Love,
I'm going to Abundance,
And now I know the mean of Life,
It came to...

How deep is the ocean, how deep is your love
I have the love in my eyes.
But how do you feel, when you can't get enough
Halfway to your paradise
Oh my love, is your love, forever and again

You are not alone - I'll be there for you
You are not alone - anything I'll do
You are not alone - You're the one for me
You are not alone - that's no tragedy
You are not alone - you're the one for me
You are not alone - nothing comes for free

You're breaking the silence - you're breaking my...

One sage, who talked with inspiration,
Was asked a philosophic question:
What is our life? A game? Enjoyment? Grief?
Having scratched
His bald patch,
Answered he in brief,
“Frankly speaking, my chums,
Life’s a free-fall jump
From mother’s womb
To the eternal house, called the tomb.”

Вышли в свет из материнской утробы
Свободные места занять.
Дать обещание на будущие годы
Жертвами стать.

Когда в дверях твое время
Cтекает вниз на пол,
Среди шума ты узнаешь
Прикосновение.
И больше не твое,
Все что ты сеял.

Небольшая операция,
Окончательное принуждение.
Финальный ультиматум.
Тысячи слов, произнесенные громко.
Чтобы было слышно глухому
В обманутой толпе.

Потом ты идешь
Вниз по своей улице.
С неприятными звуками.
Может быть куда-то уехать?
Где-то...

Руку твою сжать...
Пронзаясь жизнью до боли,
Мне нелегко понять
Нам данные роли

Мой шепот к небесам..
Ответ - усмешке под стать..
Язык своих мыслей
Как мне разгадать...

Но моя любовь – это дом,
В нем хочу поселиться,
Пока по венам жизнь,
Сбегая от меня,
Течет рекой.

К смерти не стремясь, -
Что жизнь мне? Вызов ей бросаю.
Влюбляясь каждый раз,
Я уже провожаю.

И до смерти себя
Пугая вновь, бегу я,
И не добежав,
Я свой финиш рисую.

Но моя любовь – это дом,
В нем...