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....
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.
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....
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.
Он пел, и строка его текла
Печально, как черная река
Звеня, рассыпались зеркала
На лица и блики
И время качало головой
Летая задумчивой совой
Над тем, кто нашел какой-то свой
Путь в мудрые книги
Огонь обжигал его уста
Гитары сухая береста
Пылала, и в запахе костра
Мне слышались крики
А ночь плавно уходила в степь
С ней вместе уходила его тень
Он сам отпустил ее затем,
Чтоб рук не вязала.
Слеза - ожерелье янтаря
Сверкала при свете фонаря,
Как будто заря всходила для
Притихшего зала
Он пел, словно падала слеза,
Он пел, словно шаг, и нет следа,
Он пел, что никого и никогда
Река не держала
Жертва талого льда...
Движенье от братства до родства
В преддверьи Христова Рождества
Цветы и руины торжества
В декабрьской стуже
И ноты сошлись в один узор
И в полночь явился дирижер
И все мы обратили ему взор
И стали послушны
Он пел - мы молились на него,
Он пел - мы плевали на него,
Он пел, и мы не знали никого,
Кто был его лучше
Жертва талого льда...
Сними пальцы с лебединых струн,
Все песни расходятся к утру,
Строка отлетает на ветру
И меркнет в рассвете
Тела, заплетенные в любви,
Сорта драгоценнейших из вин
Крестил сероглазый херувим
Ударами плети
Эй, вы, задержите Новый год,
Часам указав обратный ход
Он спел, спрыгнул с берега на лед
И стал незаметен...
Жертва талого льда...
Он пел, и строка его текла
Печально, как черная река
Звеня, рассыпались зеркала
На лица и блики
И время качало головой
Летая задумчивой совой
Над тем, кто нашел какой-то свой
Путь в мудрые книги
Огонь обжигал его уста
Гитары сухая береста
Пылала, и в запахе костра
Мне слышались крики...
Victim of the thin ice (Spleen) (1994б album Dusty Truth)
He sang, and his line was flowing
With sadness, like a black river,
With a clang the mirrors spilled
Faces and glares.
And the time was shaking its head,
Flying like a thoughtful owl
Over the one, who found some new
Path into sapient books.
The fire was burning his lips,
The dry birch of his guitar
Was ablaze, and in the smell of fire
I was hearing cries.
And the night was smoothly slipping into the steppe,
His shadow was leaving as well,
He himself had let it go so
It would not tie him down.
The tear - the necklace of the ember
Was glistening in the streetlight,
As if the sun was rising for
The mesmerized concert hall.
He sang like the tear fell,
He sang like a step without track,
He sang that no one never
Could stand on the river.
The victim of the thin ice.....
The movement from brotherhood to kinship
Right before Christmas.
The flowers and the ruins of the celebration
In the December storm.
And the notes all came into one weave,
And at midnight the kapellmaster,
And we all locked our eyes on him
And became some wieldy.
He sang, and we prayed to him,
He sang - and we spit at him,
He sang, and we did not know anyone
Who would be better than him.
The victim of the thin ice.....
Take your fingers off the swan strings,
All the songs leave by morning,
The lines are blown by the wind
And dim in the sunrise.
The bodies intertwined in love,
The marks of the most precious wines
Were christened by grey-eyed cherub
With a strike of a lash.
Hey you, slow down the New Year
By showing the clock the road back,
He finished singing, jumped off the shore onto the ice
And became invisible
The victim of the thin ice.....
He sang, and his line was flowing
With sadness, like a black river,
With a clang the mirrors spilled
Faces and glares.
And the time was shaking its head,
Flying like a thoughtful owl
Over the one, who found some new
Path into sapient books.
The fire was burning his lips,
The dry birch of his guitar
Was ablaze, and in the smell of fire
I was hearing cries.
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.
This song is the exact opposite of "We are Gone." I hate the music here, but I do like the words! And, leaving my best friends in Russia behind again, I was singing this song all the way to Moscow.
And all that was, in the final draft
Will become clear later.
My rock-n-roll
Is not a goal and not even a method.
It is not new, it is starting again, Only it, and only about it. The road to my home, And for love it is not a place.
All the words will spill, like rain,
And there, where you are not waiting for me,
The winds in the night will bring you cool air.
On our face there are no answers,
And only gleams of the sunrise.
That sunrise where you are not waiting for me.
And next is the most important,
It looks like you,
Before the long road
I will braid my hair,
And, unable to find rest,
I will give you a sign with my hand.
I am bidding you goodbye
As if to a legend.
All the words will spill, like rain,
And there, where you are not waiting for me,
The winds in the night will bring you cool air.
On our face there are no answers,
And only gleams of the sunrise.
That sunrise where you are not waiting for me.
It is not new, it is starting again, Only it, and only about it. The road to my home, And for love it is not a place.
English version of this song with my own lyrics:
http://songslikebirds.blogspot.com/2012/08/2-my-rock-n-roll-bi-2-draft-1.html
