Человечность . Humanness - draft 2

Can He sometimes feel crazy as well?
Reading the transcripts of the hearts and the minds,
What self-reflections He finds
In the darkest corners of hell?
Beauty and grace outside and within -
What was the point of their creation?
Maybe He came to a realization -
Beauty is one more reason for sin.

He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?


Maybe He also seeks definitions?
Does he understand His own mission?
What does He see in the abyss of sky?
Does he sometimes wishes to die?
Why did He give us the trees and the grass?
Can he feel lonesome, just like us?
Maybe he feels perfectly pleased?
Maybe he talks to himself in his sleep?

He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?

I really crave, really crave some sensation
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
I really crave, really crave some sensations
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
So I could find in this cold empty darkness
My own flaws, my own humanness.

He sits somewhere above
Looking at the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that He is feeling?
Seeing all souls of the dead and the living,
Hearing the heartbeats of every being,
Why keep forgiving?

Humanness (Fleur) / Человечность (Fleur) - Draft1

The newest strain of the same old bug...

Человечность / Humanness

Может ли Он быть сошедшим с ума...
Глядя на лицы, сердца и дома
Зная мысли вкусы и взгляды
Посетив заповедника ада.
Море, деревья, солнце и звезды
Может ли он пожалеть, что все создал.
Красота никого не спасла
Красота, только повод для зла


Он заперся в поднебесье
И пишет о людях песни
Рыдая над каждым аккордом
От ярости или восторга
Ему так нужна из милость.
Он смотрит на то, что из них получилось
Каждый их вдох ощущая то гневаясь, то снова прощая

может ли сам он нуждаться в прощенье
Знает ли он свое предназначение
Как ощущает он смерть?
Хочет ли иногда умереть...
Как ощущает он звон тишины..?
И одиночество среди весны..
Может быть он счастлив вполне,
Может быть он плачет во сне

Он заперся в поднебесье
И пишет о людях песни
Рыдая над каждым аккордом
От ярости или восторга
Ему так нужна из милость.
Он смотрит на то, что из них получилось
Каждый их вдох ощущая то гневаясь, то снова прощая

Я так хочу, так хочу ощущений
У меня есть лишь миг эйфорий и мучений

Я так хочу, так хочу ощущений
У меня есть лишь миг эйфорий и мучений
Пока не вернется в холодную вечность
Моя уязвимость, моя человечность...

А Он заперся в поднебесье
И пишет о людях песни
Рыдая над каждым аккордом
От ярости или восторга
Ему так нужна из милость.
Он смотрит на то, что из них получилось
Каждый их вдох ощущая то гневаясь, то снова прощая..



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Can He be feeling crazy as well?
Reading the transcripts of the hearts and the minds,
What self-reflections He finds
Looking into dark corners of hell?
Beauty and grace outside and within -
What was the point of their creation?
Maybe He came to a realization -
Beauty is just one more reason for sin.

Maybe He sits somewhere above
Listening to the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that pain He is feeling
Knowing all paths of the dead and living,
Feeling the heartbeat of every being,
And trying to keep forgiving....


Maybe He also seeks definitions?
Does he really know His own mission?
What does He see in the abyss of sky?
Does he sometimes wishes to die?
Why did He give us the trees and the grass?
Can he feel lonely, just like us?
Maybe he feels perfectly pleased?
Maybe he talks to himself in his sleep?

Maybe He sits somewhere above,
Listening to the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that pain He is feeling
Knowing all paths of the dead and living,
Feeling the heartbeat of every being,
And trying to keep forgiving....

I really crave, really crave some sensation
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
I really crave, really crave some sensations
In this world of euphoria and isolation.
So I could find in this cold empty darkness
My own mistakes, my own humanness.

Maybe He sits somewhere above
Listening to the music he wrote,
Weeping over every note
From anguish and love...
What is that pain He is feeling
Knowing all paths of the dead and living,
Feeling the heartbeat of every being,
Trying to keep forgiving....

Дороги (Хелависа) / Roads (Helavisa)

Been sick with this song for nearly a week now, need to get it out of my system.

First draft:

From the rocky barren passes
And from there straight on south.
Rider with his golden mantle
Sows the stars into the grasses. See this?
And in heaps the sky is pouring
Heavy shiny metal grains,
Risky hidden mountain trails
Making slick with morning rains.

All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.

By the tired wooden pier
In the distance flying sail
Pierces the sky as with a spear
From horizon to the stars. See this?
Ocean washes our scars
And the brine again inflames
Eschars ripped against the grain
Like the glimpse of ancient pain.

All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.

Passing time forever knits
Starlight spilled into the water
And warm winds on silky stones.
But this road as always splits. See this?
First path weaves across the mountains,
Second trails to the pier.
But where is that road that could
Bring us back together, dear?


All our roads
Have tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.


Roads tangled like the mating snakes,
And northern winds are always humming
And numbing our wings in the storms.
Against the odds
Despite the wounds of old mistakes
By fires in distant lands
Tonight we'll find our warmth.

Взрывная волна (Fleur) / The shockwave (Fleur) - 1st Draft

This has been in my head since I first heard it about a week ago. So, I decided to translate it so that others could enjoy it, too.

My translation (first draft):

Shockwave by Fleur. Finally got it done. Have been torturing it it for 2 days now, LOL.
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What can I really change through my love
Under this anxious sky filled with falling bombs?
What I can possibly say to the bleeding sunrise
And to the traces of bullets that flicker like fireflies?


What if all our dreams of today
Get erased in a flash from the wave of the blast?
What if I never manage to say
What really matters about us?


How can I try to stop this roaring in mad silence,
Calculations of trajectories, the dead eyes of the pilots?
In this strange collision of lines, the black flowers filled with rust,
What can possibly add to the cloud of gray dust?


What if all our dreams of today
Get erased in a flash from the wave of the blast?
What if I never manage to say
What really matters about us?


I do not want to look up at sky torn by the glare,
I do not know how to calm the screaming, trembling air,
I am not able to close the gushing wound of this dawn,
So please just say you will be with me when everything else is gone.



What if all our dreams of today
Get erased in a flash from the wave of the blast?
What if I never manage to say
What really matters about us?

Закрой за мной дверь.. (Цой) / I am leaving, close the door... (Tzoy) - Draft 2

I changed the wording a little bit in both stanzas to better follow the song's tempo. still too far from a good flow, but better than it was before, I think

I am leaving, close the door  (Tsoy)  Draft 2
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They always say they cannot take a chance
Because they have a home, soft and gentle light of a night lamp.
And I cannot tell who is right who is wrong,
The rain waits for me outside; the dinner waits them at home.

But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....


And if you get bored with your soft bed pillows and light,
There is enough rain for us all, enough place outside.
Look in the mirror and look at the clock on the wall,
And listen - our song on the street echoes into your soul.


But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....

But I am leaving, close the door...
But I am leaving, close the door....

Ярило (Калевала) / Yarilo (Kalevala) - Draft 1

This song went easier, than I expected, and I think I was even able to retain 60% or so of the original verbiage.

Draft 1

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

Yarilo sings to the wild hop vines

How I snuck out to him at times,

How I was kissing the fragrant clover.

What do I do with this unwelcome love?

How my feet find the way

To the wood old river dam,

Where my head wreath swam away

But got chewed by a sly old ram.

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

And the midnight circle dance,

Fire-weed auroral trance,

Left the crumbled clover hearts -

Tore my own heart all apart.

Will you stand up for me, Yarilo?

Heart for a heart and eye for an eye.

All in vain why I ran through billows

Of the yarrow and green rye?

Tell me, wind, I just want to know -

Who will go seek their own woe?

Wings above the land and sand - 

By a thousand, by a thousand.

Go and find your own shore.

Winds to your hair and calm to your head.

Only know stepping out of the door:

What you can't know you won't regret.

Ярило (Калевала) / Yarilo (Kalevala)

One of my favorite songs by Kalevala.

Original text

Ягодам в поле поет Ярило
Как я тайком к нему ходила
Как целовала клевер скошенный...
Ой да моя любовь непрошенная!

Не спешат босые ноги
До широкой до плотины,
Где венок мой уплыл в дорогу
Да приплыл к чужаку-скотине...

Вольный вой говорит со мною
Кто пойдет за своей бедою...
Да кому лихого - крыльями...
Видимо-невидимо... видимо-невидимо...
Каждому с Богом - в свою дорогу
Ветра в спину да в голову стужу...
Только знай, уходя с порога, что никто никому не нужен...

Ой да в круг медвежий танец
Иван-чая лукавый румянец
Да топтали листья клевера -
Разорвали сердце верное!
Заступись за меня, Ярило!
Зуб за зуб, да око за око!...
Видно, зря я к нему ходила
По волнам травы высокой!...

Группа Крови (Цой) / Blood type (Tzoy) - Draft 1

Draft 1

Night is peaceful, but the streets
Are awaiting our steps.
On our boots the dust of the stars.
Sleepy old couch with nice cushined seats.
But our dreams are tangled webs -
Bits and pieces of unended wars.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......


I know what to do,
But I don't want to
Begin this fight anew.
I am so sick of plunging a knive in their scars.
I would like to stay here with you,
Simply stay here with you....
But I hear its calling again -
My far away star.

Stamp of blood type on my sleeve,
My own serial number on my sleeve.
If you want to, then wish me good luck,
You can wish me
Not to stay  down there in those leaves,
Not to stay down there in those leaves.
If you want to, then wish me...
If you want to....... then wish me......

Группа Крови (Цой) / Blood type (Tzoy)

I was going through an underground pass when I heard some street musicians playing this song on their guitar. It is one of my favorites from Tsoy.

Original song

Тёплое место, но улицы ждут
Отпечатков наших ног.
Звездная пыль на сапогах.
Мягкое кресло, клетчатый плед,
Не нажатый вовремя курок.
Солнечный день в ослепительных снах.

Группа крови на рукаве,
Мой порядковый номер на рукаве,
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи.

Мне есть чем платить, но я не хочу
Победы любой ценой.
Я никому не хочу ставить ногу на грудь.
Я хотел бы остаться с тобой,
Просто остаться с тобой,
Но высокая в небе звезда зовёт меня в путь.

Группа крови на рукаве,
Мой порядковый номер на рукаве,
Пожелай мне удачи в бою, пожелай мне
Не остаться в этой траве,
Не остаться в этой траве.
Пожелай мне удачи, пожелай мне удачи !

Кукушкины Дети (Калевала) / Cuckoo's children (Kalevala)- Draft 1

Draft 1

Plenty have we walked around the wild side of the skies,
Plenty stars and tears from the accidental eyes.
Hey, sky! It is your sister here! Hey, sky!

Hey, do not sleep, little cuckoo's kids,
Tearing the traps into pieces and bits.
Hey, you know well
How we were left like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you,
Hey, you, goddamed children of this sly cuckoo.

Sunshine - the butterflies in the afternoon glow.
Thin line - the old woman planted the seeds of the snow.
Hey, sky! Please help your sister here! Hey, sky!

Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, you know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids -  the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo.

And some have fortune, some have fate -
Not over till it's over
And if we have to, we will fight
Here we come, early or late.
And if you cut us, we grow taller - 
Not against you, but in spite.

Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, we know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids -  the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo,
Poor little children of this sly cuckoo.

Кукушкины Дети (Калевала) / Cuckoo's Children (Kalevala)

Original text:

Cockoo's children

Волью полынья гуляла по небу синему,
Вдоволь искупалася росою с глаз нечаянных.
Ой, небо, жалей сестру свою!
Ой, небо!

Ох, не спят кукушкины дети,
В этих лапах разорваны сети.
Ай, вам ли не знать!
Как нас раскидали словно игрушки
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки
Ай, как хозяин не в своей избушке
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети хитрой кукушки!

Грезы бабочка пела на вольном лугу,
Слезы бабка просеяла жито к долгому снегу.
Ой, небо, обнимай сестру свою!
Ой, небо!

Ох, да мы попались в сети
Ваших лап, кукушкины дети.
Ай, нам ли не знать!
Как нас разломали словно игрушки!
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки!
Ай, словно барин не в своей избушке!
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети больной кукушки!

А кому - судьба, кому - доля,
Это мы еще посмотрим!
Эх, воевать, так воевать.
А собака брешит, ветер носит,
То ль от горя, то ль от злости,
Вот будет попусту брехать!

Просто мы попались в сети
Ваших лап, кукушкины дети!
Ай, нам ли не знать!
Как нас ломали словно игрушки!
Злой ребенок - бубенцы, погремушки!
Ай, словно барин не в своей избушке!
Эх, вы!
Чертовы дети хитрой кукушки!
Бедные дети больной кукушки!

Снежный дом (Калевала) . House out of snow (Kalevala) - draft 1

I am very unhappy with this version, but it is a start. I will keep working on it little by little.

Draft 1

I will build a house out of snow
At the quiet edge of forest trail,
And the storms will howl, twist, and blow,
Hiding me under a sleepy frozen veil.

In my home of bleak and scattered light
I would stay away from human sight,
So that no unwanted morning guest
Would stirr up the sorrows in my chest.

Gift from gods - the ocurage of a pine,
Never been an angel, never been a saint.
Not the first time, not the last time
I will clean all the tatters and the taint.

That's how I was taught and this is what I know,
Courage and ire, pride and fortitude...
If they burn my house out of wood,
I will build a house out of snow.

Only crows, the songbirds of your land,
Circle over my heart's ash and coals.
Look away those, who cannot stand
Next to them a naked human soul.

Let's them chat about what's below,
Hidden under winter's icy covers.
Once the greed burns down their towers,
They will come to build a house out of snow.

And in front of the birch, my murdered mother,
I am kneeling as if in front of a shrine.
And my grandfathers, and their grandfathers,
We remember how the sun falls into the Valley of Time.

Снежный Дом (Калевала) \ House of out snow (Kalevala)

original text


Я построю дом себе из снега
На окраине лесной дороги
Заметет метель жестоким бегом
Дома моего высокие пороги
Запорошит окна, двери, ставни
Чтоб ко мне никто не постучался
Чтобы гость незваный утром ранним
Не нарушил моего покоя


Избалована, дерзкая, судьбою
Наломаю дров с плеча и сразу
Мне привычно по углам метлою
Выметать лохмотья и заразу

Так меня растили, так меня учили
Радости и боли, гордости и гневу
Если старый дом спалили
Значит я построю новый дом из снега

Разлетался над моей обидой
Ворон белый гостем из заречья
Пусть не смотрит, если кому стыдно
Видеть рядом душу человечью
Пусть болтают о судьбе крылатой
Свесив ноги на плече заката
А потом сойдут с ума от смеха
И построят дом себе из снега

У березы, у мамы моей убиенной
На коленях как перед богом стою
Помнят деды мои, помнят деды
Как падает солнце на последнем лугу

Я построю дом себе из снега
На окраине лесной дороги
Заметет метель жестоким бегом
Дома моего высокие пороги
Запорошит окна, двери, ставни
Чтоб ко мне никто не постучался
Чтобы гость незваный утром ранним
Не нарушил моего покоя





Close-to-the-text translation




Flying back and forth over my wounds
The white crow like a guest from afar.
Turn away, those who are ashamed
To see next to them a human soul.
Let them chat about the winged fate
And to sit on the shoulder of the sunset,
They will loose their minds from laughing
And then go build their houses of snow.


In front of the birch, my murdered mother,
I kneel as if in front of the god.
And my ancestors remember, ancestors remember
How the sun falls on the very last meadow.



I will build myself a house out of snow
On the side of a forest trail
The cruel snowstorm will then block
My house's tall doorsteps.
It will blanket the windows and doors,
So that no one would knock on my door,
And that uncalled for guests in the early morning
Would not disturb my peace.

Tenderness, draft 2, audio 1

This is my first shot at the song.

Earth got emptier without you,
How can it be just another day?
But the sparrows in the dark sky flew,
And the leaves were falling just the same...
Yet without you the Earth
Was so alone,
And you,
You are far
And to you
All the stars
Are now giving
Their love.

Earth was just as cold without you
As it was without Exupery...
Just the same the sparrows flew,
And with them he one night flew away
And the Earth was then so... alone
And he, he was far,
And to him
All the stars
Were giving
Their love

Earth got emptier without you...
If you can, then please come back again....

Tenderness, draft 2

Earth got emptier without you,
How can it be just another day?
But the sparrows in the dark sky flew,
And the leaves were falling just the same...
Yet without you the Earth
Was so alone,
And you,
You are far
And to you
All the stars
Are now giving
Their love.

Earth was just as cold without you
As it was without Exupery...
Just the same the sparrows flew,
And with them he one night flew away
And the Earth was then so... alone
And he, he was far,
And to him
All the stars
Were giving
Their love

Earth got emptier without you...
If you can, then please come back again....

I made the first recording of it today, but my voice is kind of rough today, so I will try again tomorrow.

Tenderness, Maya Kristalinskaya / Нежность, Мая Кристалинская - draft 1

1st draft


Earth is emptier without you,
How will it make through another day?
But the sparrows in the gray sky flew,
And the leaves were falling just the same...
Yes without you the Earth
Was all alone,
And you,
You were far
And to you
All the stars were
Giving
Their love.

Earth was just as cold without you
As it was without Exupery...
Just the same the sparrows flew,
And the Earth could not imagine then
How it could stand it now
All alone
And he, he was far,
And to him
All the stars were
Giving their love

Earth is emptier without you...
If you can, please come back soon....




2st draft - Feb 14, 2019


Earth got emptier without you,
How will it make through another day?
But the sparrows in the gray sky flew,
And the leaves were falling just the same...
Yes without you the Earth was all alone,
And you, you were far
And to you all the stars were giving their love.

Earth was just as cold without you
As it was without Exupery...
Through the same gray sky the sparrows flew,
And the Earth could not imagine how
How to be without him, since now
He was far,  so far,
And to him all the stars were giving their love

Earth got emptier without you...
If you can, please come back soon....

Tenderness, Maya Kristalinskaya / Нежность, Мая Кристалинская

History of the song: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nezhnost%27
(a more expanded Wiki entry in Russian: http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%9D%D0%B5%D0%B6%D0%BD%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D1%8C_(%D0%BF%D0%B5%D1%81%D0%BD%D1%8F))

Original text:


Опустела без тебя Земля…
Как мне несколько часов прожить?
Так же падает листва в садах,
И куда-то всё спешат такси…
Только пусто на Земле одной
Без тебя, а ты…
Ты летишь, и тебе
Дарят звёзды
Свою нежность…

Так же пусто было на Земле,
И когда летал Экзюпери,
Так же падала листва в садах,
И придумать не могла Земля.
Как прожить ей без него, пока
Он летал, летал,
И все звёзды ему
Отдавали
Свою нежность…

Опустела без тебя Земля…
Если можешь, прилетай скорей…










Word for word translation:

The Earth became empty without you...
How could I endure to live a few hours?
In the gardens the leaves were falling,
And the taxis were hurrying somewhere...
Only it was so empty on the lonely Earth
Without you, and you..
You were flying, and to you
The stars were giving
Their tenderness...


It was just as empty on the Earth
When de Saint-Exupery was flying,
In the gardens the leaves were falling,
And the Earth just could not fathom
How to live without him, while
He was flying, flying
And to him all stars
We giving
Their tenderness.


The Earth became empty without you.
If you can, come back soon.

I am planning to do a "literary translation" and make a video as well. Let's hope that the time will allow.