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......