Мой Рок-н-Ролл (Би-2) / My Rock-n-Roll (BI-2) - Draft 1

Draft 1

On the plane from Moscow to NY.

My Rock-n-Roll  (BI-2)

And all that was and what was not, it's taste is bitter-sweet.
My rock-n-roll it's not a goal, not a even a phase.
It's nothing new - starting anew; it's all about it.
The road to my home, and for love it's not a place.

And all the words will fall, like rain,
And there, where you never speak my name,
The silent night will bring you some fresh winds.
From our eyes stars are gone,
And only gray steaks of the dawn -
The dawn where you never speak my name.

And what is next - it's just like you, the shadow of the present.
Long lonely road, where I went across sea and land.
There is no rest for us, my friend, and I will raise for you my hand.
I am bidding goodbye, as if to a legend.

And all the words will fall, like rain,
And there, where you never speak my name,
The silent night will bring you some fresh winds.
From our eyes stars are gone,
And only gray steaks of the dawn -
The dawn where you never speak my name.

And all that was and what was not, it's taste is bitter-sweet.
My rock-n-roll it's not a goal, not a even a phase.
It's nothing new - starting anew; it's all about it.
The road to my home, and for love it's not a place.

Люди (Нау) / People (Nautilus) - Draft 1

Draft 1

Train ride from SPB to Moscow.

PEOPLE (Nautilus)

I am scared of infants with wide-eyed gaze,
I examine in the mirror my own face.
In my spinal cord fear spreads in ripples -
Am I really the same as all these people?

People who live up the street,
People who live next door down,
People who snore in their sleep,
People who fill up this dirty town...

Chorus:
I would give everything for a pair of wings,
I would give everything for the skin of brass,
For the pair of hands with fourteen fingers,
My lungs require a different gas....


They have shieking laugh and salty tears,
They would kill their dreams to follow their fears.
The measures of their worth are a dollar and a pound,
And nothing will ever be enough to go around.

People who can bury their sons,
People who can stand heat, pain, and cold,
People who can kill each other with guns,
But still cannot eat their food without salt.


Chorus:
I would give everything for a pair of wings,
I would give everything for the skin of brass,
For the pair of hands with fourteen fingers,
My lungs require a different gas....

Mad World (Gary Jules) / Безумие (Гари Джюлс)

Mad World (Gary Jules)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Mad world


Мой первый вариант:

Безумие (Гари Джюльс)

Снова в мире наступает утро,
Серый город, серые люди.
Все с утра уже бегут куда-то,
Бег по кругу, бег по кругу...
И их слезы наполняют кружки,
Люди-куклы... люди-авто...
Я роняю голову в ладони -
Здесь нет завтра... здесь нет завтра...

И все это как бы грустно,
И вроде даже смех,
Что сны о моей смерти -
Обычно лучше всех.
Не знаю, что ответить,
Не знаю, как понять,
Мы все бежим по кругу,
И все это просто
Безумие... безумие....


И все дети ждут веселый праздник -
День рожденья, день рожденья.
Как все дети, я пытаюсь верить,
Ждать терпенья, ждать прозрения..
Но мне в школе было очень страшно -
Я ничего не мог понять.
Эй, учитель, скажи, что мы учим?
Но ты смотришь сквозь меня...



И все это как бы грустно,
И вроде даже смех,
Что сны о моей смерти -
Обычно лучше всех.
Не знаю, что ответить,
Не знаю, как понять,
Мы все бежим по кругу,
И все это просто
Безумие... безумие....

Черные Птицы (Нау) / Black Birds (Nautilus) - My draft 1

Black Birds (Nautilus)

Huge black birds come down from the sky,
Huge black birds, they search low and high,
They circle, they circle all the while
Searching, searching for my child.

And I said: Take my gold,
And I said: Take my gold,
And I said: Take my gold,
Take my gold and leave me alone!

- No we don't need your gold
- No, we don't need your gold
- Time has rusted all your gold
- And it is worth the same as stone.

One of birds reaches down and pries
The diamond from the child's eyes,
It take the diamond, filled with tears,
Leaving behind only cold black fear.

And I said: Take my kingdom,
And I said: Take my kingdom,
And I said: Take my kingdom,
Take my kingdom and take my crown!

- No, we do not need your kingdom,
- No, we do not need your kingdom,
- No, we do not need your kingdom,
- You are no longer a king, but a clown.

Then please take away my eyes,
Then please take away my eyes,
Then please take away my eyes,
I can't bear to see your deeds!

- We no longer need your eyes,
- We no longer need your eyes,
- We have been into your eyes,
- And took everything we need!

Утро Полины (Нау) / Polina's Morning (Nautilus) - My draft 1

Polina's Morning (Nautilus)

Eyes of Polina are like childhood song playing in my head,
Sounds are slow and waltz like the dust above her bed,
Her dreamy smile is like floral scent, filling up the air,
And a single morning could last one hundred billion years.

Chorus:
And year after year her heart beats the steady rate,
And her even breath fogs up her window all night,
And I do not regret the years of the endless wait,
Her crystal bedroom is filled with shimmering, shimmering light.


There will be those, who will wait and those who will eventually stop.
But all of them will leave, one day breaking free.
I love you for your patient, patient, patient hope
For that which will never, ever, ever be.

Her pale fingers are like candles in the dark of the night.
Her eyes await someone who can spark a new light.
In Polina's room, a timid sunrise froze by her stairs,
And a single morning could last one hundred billion years.



Chorus:
And year after year her heart beats the steady rate,
And her even breath fogs up her window all night,
And I do not regret the years of the endless wait,
Her crystal bedroom is filled with shimmering, shimmering light.

Бриллиантовые Дороги (Нау) / Diamond Roads (Nautilus), My Draft 1

Diamond Roads - Draft 1

Do you see, how they shine,
Our diamond roads,
Through the rivers of time,
Our diamond roads.
Do you see how they bend
Under footsteps of gods?
To be able to walk them you need
Legs made of gold.
To be able to climb them
You need diamond claws.

Chorus:
Their shimmering glow makes us lose our minds.
As we gaze at the diamond roads in the darkest of times.

How steep is their path,
Our diamond roads,
Holding us in their grasp,
Our diamond roads.
We drank bitter herbs
To be able to see their light.
If we don't die of poison,
We fall down straight
Into the river of time,
Into the dangerous tide.


Chorus:
Their shimmering glow makes us lose our minds.
As we gaze at the diamond roads in the darkest of times.

Шар Цвета Хаки (Нау) / Khaki-Colored Globe (Draft 1)

Khaki-Colored Globe (Nautilus Pompilius, 1986-1988)

My first draft:

I was see-through, I was crystal-clear

I was colorless, but I changed to white.

I guess someone announced it was winter

And colored me white.

I was white, but I was still pure

Cold as ice, but still with a spotless track,

But someone announced, it was war,

And colored me black.

           Chorus:

I see that color, I want to cry

I smell that color, and I see black

I don't want to know that fuck

Who will color the sky

I see their song from afar, but I hear just

"Your left, your left!

Your right, your right!"

I do not know anything worse

Than a crowd colored khaki.

I was black, and I could stand the black,

But then some man
With iron jaw and eyes like rockets

Announced an attack on the Sun, and colored me khaki.

             Chorus:

I see smoke, I want to cry

I smell smoke, I see black

I don't want to know that fuck

Who will burn down the sky.

I see their song from afar, but I hear just

"Your left, your left!

Your right, your right!"

I do not know anything worse

Than a globe colored khaki.

"Your left, your left!

Your right, your right!"

"Your left, your left!

Your right, your right!"

Человек без Имени \ Man without a Name (Draft 1)

Man without a Name (Nautilus Pompilius,1989)

All the gold of this world won’t provide you pleasure,

All of the castles and banks couldn’t contain your treasures.

You don’t know doubts and fear, known by all but few.

You are the man without a name, and I am terrified of you.

At 7 o’clock this morning you reached the aerial borders,

And every single army are calling their men to quarters.

You ride on the burning comets, you shower in the morning dew,

You are the man without a name, and I am in awe of you.

Chorus:


Take me along to the edge of this world,
And away from the trap of the useless words.

And once we find this edge, let's just jump off.
And as we fall, and as we fall, we may forget this life.


All of the women of this world couldn't exhaust your passion,
And toward all tanks and guns you will stroll in style and fashion.
You are an unconquared captive, who sees through the prison's walls.
You are the man without a name, without home, stuff, or clothes.

Chorus:


Take me along to the edge of this world,
And away from the trap of the useless words.

And once we find this edge, let's just jump off.
And as we fall, and as we fall, we may forget this life.

Как Падший Ангел (Наутилус) / Like a Fallen Angel (Nautilus) - 1st draft

I dreamed of dogs that swarmed me, like flies,
I dreamed that beasts with eyes, full of rage,
Tore into my wings as I reached the sky,
And I tumbled down like a fallen angel.

Don't remember the fall; I only remember
The sounds of crash against the stone shell.
Have I risen so high just to surrender,
And plunge to the Earth, like a fallen angel?

            Chorus:
   Falling down
   To Earth whose laws we knew well and whom we have tried to defy;
   Falling down
   To Earth from where we gazed for so long into the sky...
   Falling down....

I was striving to be noble and fair,
And I didn't think it disgusting or strange
That crowds of people with blankets and chairs
Were coming to see the fall of an angel.

And gray flakes came down, like sand in the storm,
Either bitter, like manna, or sweet, like sage,
And soft like the feathers that were torn
From the broken wings of the fallen angel.


            Chorus:
   Falling down
   To Earth whose laws we knew well and whom we have tried to defy;
   Falling down
   To Earth from where we gazed for so long into the sky...
   Falling down
   To Earth whose laws we knew well and whom we have tried to defy;
   Falling down
   To Earth from where we gazed for so long into the sky...

   Falling down....

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

This song actually popped into my head today and it is so short, that I thought it would not take long to translate it. And I was right, it was a very easy song, it kind of almost wrote itself in the time frame of less than 30 minutes, I think.

Victor Tzoy (the singer) is one of my favorite originial Russian rock singers.

Закрой за мной дверь...  (В. Цой)

Они говорят: им нельзя рисковать,
Потому что у них есть дом, в доме горит свет.
И я не знаю точно, кто из нас прав,
Меня ждет на улице дождь, их ждет дома обед.

Закрой за мной дверь. Я ухожу.
Закрой за мной дверь. Я ухожу.

И если тебе вдруг наскучит твой ласковый свет,
Тебе найдется место у нас, дождя хватит на всех.
Посмотри на часы, Посмотри на портрет на стене,
Прислушайся - там, за окном, ты услышишь наш смех.

Закрой за мной дверь. Я ухожу.
Закрой за мной дверь. Я ухожу...

Word for word translation:

Close the door behind me, I am leaving (Victor Tzoy)

They say that they cannot take a chance,

Because they have a home, and the light is shigning in their home.

And I do not know who is right and who is wrong,

The rain waits me outside, the dinner waits them inside.

Close the door behind me, I am leaving.

Close the door behind me, I am leaving.

And if suddenly you will get bored with your gentle light,

There is a place for you outside, there is enough rain for everyone.

Look at the clock and on the portret on the wall,

And listen - your will hear us laughing outside.

Close the door behind me, I am leaving.

Close the door behind me, I am leaving.

My version 1:

They say that they cannot take a chance

Because they have a home and a 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 for them home.

I am leaving, close the door...

I am leaving, close the door....

And if you get bored with your gentle light,

There is enough rain for us all, enough place outside.

Look at the paintings and look at your clock on the wall,

And listen - there on the street it's the song of your soul.

I am leaving, close the door...

I am leaving, close the door....

I am leaving, close the door...

I am leaving, close the door....