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Mommy, I'm hurt

[1st Verse:]
Either you're rich or poor,
it's all the same after all.
We're all the same when meeting the Omnipotent.
I try to keep it that way,
I can portray an angel or a demon altogether at times.
Mommy trusts me telling me that I'm a brave man.
I can start from scratch and then reach the top.
I don't have the power anymore to undo the void.
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm all the same and I never changed.
I hurt other young men and I've apologised.
Tonight I invited 16-year-olds at my house for advice.
Only those who followed me
and the same haters.
I didn't change groups.
The beginning of a story that is being written...
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
[2nd Verse:]
More often, under the house garden,
the group declines during every season.
They told me: 'MHD, you go solo,
no one will even mourn over your coffin.'
Trust is bought, friendship is not paid.
If love is poor for mommy, then I'm Ray Charles.
A look over my watch is my time that coming close.
Before moving away, I want to dance with somebody.
 
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm all the same and I never changed.
I hurt other young men and I've apologised.
Tonight I invited 16-year-olds at my house for advice.
Only those who followed me
and the same haters.
I didn't change groups.
The beginning of a story that is being written...
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
[3rd Verse:]
And the more time goes by,
the more I realise that success is never that far away.
I was far away from the glimpse,
I always panic whenever I enter the stage.
I expect the public outburst.
Mommy, don't you worry. Your son will hold his grip.
I don't complain, I have the mif that surrounds me.
They say that I'll shine, thus I long for my tour.
 
[Chorus:]
Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
I try to follow my path but the jealous ones lurk.
Every night, I wonder what will be the future path.
I try to carve my destiny but the jealous ones lurk.
Mommy, I'm hurt. Mommy, I'm hurt.
 
Οι μεταφράσεις μου μέχρι ένα εφικτό σημείο είναι δικές μου. Δέχομαι βελτιώσεις μόνο αν θεωρώ ότι κάποια μετάφρασή μου έχει παράδοθεί ελλιπής ή εντελώς εσφαλμένη.
My translations are mine up to a considerable extent. I accept improvements only if I consider that any translation of mine has been delivered inaccurate or completely wrong.

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Коричневые сапоги

Кто ты такая, чтобы указывать мне, что делать?
Ты носишь платье и говоришь мне не надевать коричневые сапоги.
Думаешь, у тебя прямо сейчас хватит смелости смыть макияж с моего лица?
Но разве ты не знаешь,что чем больше шкаф, тем громче он падает?
 
И сапог теперь на другой ноге
Пристегнись, мы набираем ход.
Смотри, занавес опускается, так что поклонись.
 
И кто, черт возьми, он такой, чтобы говорить мне, кем быть?
Если он хочет, чтобы я танцевал, он может посмотреть MTV.
Ты пытаешься заткнуть меня
Я увеличу громкость.
И утоплю тебя.
Но разве ты не знаешь,что чем больше шкаф, тем громче он падает?
 
Да, и сапог теперь на другой ноге.
Пристегнись, мы набираем ход.
Смотри, занавес опускается, так что поклонись.
 
Потому что у тебя была своя минута славы.
И бесполезно стучать в барабан.
Теперь сапог на другой ноге, отойди в сторону.
 
Что будет определять твою дальнейшую жизнь?
Начни смотреть правде в глаза!
Ты погряз во лжи!
Острый конец твоего ножа указывает на тебя.
Твой взлет обратится в падение,
Просто болтаясь в тяжелых ботинках.
Ты застрял в прошлом!
А я пишу будущее!
 
Да, и сапог теперь на другой ноге.
Пристегнись, мы набираем ход.
Смотри, занавес опускается, так что поклонись.
 
Да, у тебя была своя минута славы.
Ведь больно, когда ты кого-то пинаешь?
Потому что сапог на другой ноге.
Сапог на другой ноге.
Сейчас сапог на другой ноге.
Да, откланяйся.
 
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(equirhythmic, metered, poetic, rhyming, singable)

Elegy

translation by Dmytro Zelenskyy
June 4th , 2018
 
Where golden autumn sets on fire
the* leaves on trees above* cold creek
the quiet pathways I admire
invite me come to hear their lisp,
 
to watch how distance holds afflatus,
to have each sigh
as deep as dream –
to hoary loneness hiatus
the fairy clew
leads path for me.
 
... oh, well, Natalia Nikolavna;
there is no case of guilt or sin:
in real life both bright and humble –
you’re what you are, in every mean...
 
* Time touches memory
like master
who draws rich paints with all details,
* engraving frames
of framed disasters
with names of friends
and slaughterers.
 
At disgraced grave of the famed
verse maker in night
there is* no star[s]* above,
nor an odd candlelight,
just the Lamp of true* Love
grieves by traces of blood,
crying – “Please, keep alive!” –
to half-broke breathless heart.
 
Songs by generous cores
heard through times over Earth,
keeping* gorgeous force
and recovering names,
so in chilling years’ chart
authors hold* their part
by* the bitter
and glorious
title –
a bard!
 
Uncorked champagne
erupts* froth fountains,
ears jingle with gypsies’ flamed guitars,
lyceum students’ youth move* mountains
to taste the nuts of been hussars.
 
A nib put words in flight, sprung, gassed,
school buddies touch
the dust of ages;
for some* fate already reserved
scaffolds
and snap of saber blades.
 
The unrestrainable dance party
has modest halts for peace and neat,
who worthy – had too few, grew martyrs,
the others blew lots to junk pit.
 
The wonder moments may appear
within depressing season’s bloom.
Doubts follow the insights from lire;
and evening cools a cozy room.
 
On \at the grave of disgraced
verses maker in night
there is* no star[s]* above
nor an odd candlelight,
only Lamp full of Love
and* the poet’s spilled* blood
cries and calls: “You wouldn’t die!” –
to the stopped breathless heart!
 
Songs by sapient cores
speak all times over Earth,
spreading intrepid* force,
keeping memo on names,
so in chilling years’ chart
authors hold* their part
by* the bitter
and glorious
title –
a bard!
 
Thank God for everything that happened
as the Pegasus show for us,
for life-in-style* He chose to present
with molten pain within its brass*.
 
But yet “the Quest* on lead in bullet”:
– may the point made
be back-erased? –,
or sleigh destined
– no one can fool that –
to race in blizzards
to estate*.
 
Where golden autumn sets on fire
the leaves on trees above* cold creek
the walking trails do never tire
to beck me with fall’s mystery.
 

Pity for Those Who Love You

A river will not (flow)
 
Oh no no
 
To leave her sea
And to never return
I will not lose you
 
Oh no no
 
So I am not going away
But please, still
 
Pity pity pity for those who love you
Pity pity pity for the wrongdoer
 
The bad, I did not want
Pity pity pity for this love
 
I certainly will not
 
Oh no no
 
How you would like it
But I love you even more
Though you no longer trust
 
Oh no no
 
But the good I want
It is never finished
 
Pity pity pity for those who love you
Pity pity pity for the wrongdoer
 
The bad I do not want
 
Pity pity pity for this love
Pity pity pity for those who love you
Pity pity pity for the wrongdoer
 
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It is the Strongest After All!

Love is the strongest after all,
so now let's spread this youth.
Learn from, cry, and draw your shames,
then scatter your rivals all over the wall!
 
Anything that drives you to seriousness
or anything that startles your heart,
Wow take and feel that one crazy feeling.
Anything dreadful that you couldn't receive,
or anything causing your chest to be tightened,
Wow It seems like there's gotta be recklessness if you want taste huh?
 
Ride on
Even a broken heart is a spice in life.
Even with failure, let's laugh together at that.
Even if exaggerated, raise your voice and be rejoicing.
Right on the center is where we are.
 
Love is the strongest after all,
so now let's spread this youth.
Learn from, cry, and draw your shames,
then scatter your rivals all over the wall!
Love is the strongest after all,
so let those guys say whatever they like.
Clench your teeth, endure, and learn,
then stand as high as your rivals,
and shine so much you'll dazzle.
 
Anything that was hands-down impossible that you gave up on,
or that thing that you were laughing at,
Wow excuses have turned into natural things.
You can't help the fact that there are things you suck at,
we are human after all.
Wow Someday we'll come across a partner, and help each other there.
 
Hey yo
Even with experience, beware, as there are traps.
There'll be no fun if you're focusing on the results.
After all, 'If you love something for sure, you should be skillful at it.'
Right on the center is where we are.
 
Love is the strongest after all,
so don't keep the things you want to do to yourself!
Even things you suck at prove to be a bit of a challenge.
This last one should be of happiness!
Love is the strongest after all,
so swallow it up when you're embarrassed.
Come on! Quit the stubbornness!
The light is shining on us.
Shine so much you'll dazzle.
 
Show me how your seriousness looks like.
You're a maturing flower of youth.
 
There's a pounding sound in my chest,
thinking straightforward here.
 
Love is the strongest after all,
so now let's spread this youth.
Learn from, cry, and draw your shames,
then scatter your rivals all over the wall!
Love is the strongest after all,
so let those guys say whatever they like.
Clench your teeth, endure, and learn,
then stand as high as your rivals,
and shine so much you'll dazzle.