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Gaius Valerius Catullus - XCIII. ad Gaium Iulium Caesarem перевод текстов на английский

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Gaius Julius Caesar

I have no desire to please you, O fearless leader,
You have shown your two faces; and I care for neither.
 
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Every star was bright ablaze (singable translation)

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Every stár was bright abláze
The ground gíving off vápors
The gárden gate creaked wide ópen
She cáme toward mé with light fóotsteps
I smélled a newest frágrance
Then she féll down - in my‿embráce
 
She kíssed my líps wite pássionate elátion
While Í ardéntly set hér free fróm the veils that híd her béauty!
My dréams of lóve are now destróyed foréver
The‿ínstant depárted, so‿I'll díe in désperátion
Yet néver béfóre I wíshed so múch to líve on!
 

colours of my world

With the strength of my life I'm standing here.
Carried by feelings, no strangeness left
I speak from heart, I live for this
I share all my happiness and misery with you
I catch it with words, hoping it will stay a trip to infinity for you
 
I'm reading from the book of stars, lend me an ear
Travel far with me
Let me take you through that gate
 
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Colours of my world, reflecting the soul's light
Told by me
Touching the source of feelings
Colours of my world
Can free you of your pain
Open your heart
They let you dream again
 
As long as the world spins, I'll trust her, show everything from me.
I'm talking only for myselfI'm all alone here
Seeing it through my eyes surely won't be hard for you
Because without you all of these words would be so empty
Take my hand, you're entering new land
 
I'm reading from the book of stars, just lend me your ear, travel far away with me, let me take you through the gate
 
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Colours of my world, reflecting the soul's light
Told by me
Touching the source of feelings
Colours of my world
Can free you of your pain
Open your heart
They let you dream again
 
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Hey, You - Hey, Don't Need To Fear Me

On the mountain Shamil stood, he prayed to God
For the freedom, for the nation, bowed very low
 
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
 
A big bazaar, many Chechens
I am taking a Russian girl, give way
 
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
 
A young Chechen bought a piglet
All the way he kissed it, he thought it was a girl
 
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
 
The young Chechen swam in the lake
He left the Russian girl, and remains without pants
 
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
 
The Chechen is young, and the dagger is new
The Chechen's beaded collar is huge
 
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
Hey, you - hey, don't need to fear me
I won't touch you, don't worry
 
 
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Barrel organs

The barrel organs that used
to sing in the streets
sang their love
then vanished.
Lonesome between its two walls
a gloomy side alley
goes sliding in the dark
to meet its boulevard.
 
A tender song
that's been around for a while
resurrects for a moment
all those who loved each other.
One, two, three spins.
The barrel organs
know the magic of the old
streets of Paris very well.
 
The barrel organs
are no church organs,
yet their rusty tunes
can sing so well.
As the handle spins,
bits of songs in the shadow
of the alleys,
the nice scores play.
 
As they shout themselves hoarse
in the middle of boulevards,
some boys and girls
dance on the sidewalk.
One, two, three spins.
The barrel organs
are a symphony
for the streets of Paris.
 
For spinning so long
in the streets of Paris
the barrel organs
lost their music.
Years went by,
tunes got old
but the organs from the past
often haunt the night.
 
Sometimes, two lovers,
when they're strongly in love,
can hear them still,
playing just for them.
One, two, three spins.
Barrel organs,
I can still hear you
in the streets of Paris.
 
One, two, three spins.
One, two, three spins...
 
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