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I love this.Junna Moritz Good - to be young, To love yourself to fight, In front of the mirror gray To hold yourself independently, To live bravely - blackly, To dream about everything fiercely, Not to be afraid of anything - Even to look ridiculous! It's good to want it all, To take what's yours and not furtively, To rustle with proud mane, To be proud of your manner, To start this and that, To break with this and that, To give ever a pretext For blowing up hot gossip! It's good to live and never be afraid of Impossible cars, To treasure all the world's treasures Except this fleeting life! It's good to ride a horse, To have all the power in the world, And not to tremble every day, That's a lot to take in! It's good to be young! You just can't get much better than that! Alcohol, insomnia, and smoke All the ideas! The heat of temptation hardens our young bodies! And now the musical intro's over, yada, yada, but the piercing tune begins! Attention! The young sleep in each other's arms, As in nirvana. And in their ignorance, the young men, They don't know a thing about shores, Silver meadows, Where grey-haired men sleep together, And one will fall asleep forever.
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- Muslim Woman In you we see the ideal of the beautiful woman of the East, All that the West has lost in its deep fall. You are a true wife, self-sacrificing, submissive, And faithful to your husband, and content with your lot. Family and children, home and work, native law, native walls Keep you from evil, keep you from treason. Outside the window is a terrible sight, Rattle and rascalry and swine. Oh, let no one desecrate thy holy motherhood! It's a stifling, stinking day at dawn, And evil gossip is everywhere. Oh, let no one cast a shadow on your honour, let no one allow gossip! Let Allah protect you, let him put an end to your evil word, For on you the earth stands, the foundations of men hold fast. Let him who lies about you die and perish without a trace, For on you stands the people, O woman, O Muslim woman!
- Muslim Woman In you we see the ideal of the beautiful woman of the East, All that the West has lost in its deep fall. You are a true wife, self-sacrificing, submissive, And faithful to your husband, and content with your lot. Family and children, home and work, native law, native walls Keep you from evil, keep you from treason. Outside the window is a terrible sight, Rattle and rascalry and swine. Oh, let no one desecrate thy holy motherhood! It's a stifling, stinking day at dawn, And evil gossip is everywhere. Oh, let no one cast a shadow on your honour, let no one allow gossip! Let Allah protect you, let him put an end to your evil word, For on you the earth stands, the foundations of men hold fast. Let him who lies about you die and perish without a trace, For on you stands the people, O woman, O Muslim woman!
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Tenderer than thy face, Whiter than white thy hand, From the world of the whole thou art far away, And all thine is from the inevitable. From inevitable Thy sorrow, And fingers of hands Unfrozen, And the quiet sound of disconsolate Speeches, And the distance of Thy eyes. Osip Mandelstam, 1909.
Tenderer than thy face, Whiter than white thy hand, From the world of the whole thou art far away, And all thine is from the inevitable. From inevitable Thy sorrow, And fingers of hands Unfrozen, And the quiet sound of disconsolate Speeches, And the distance of Thy eyes. Osip Mandelstam, 1909.
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You are my cat. You're nobody's cat. You love to hunt, And you love to read poetry, And you want to love someone, And you want sun, And you want will, And you never show pain, And you cry sometimes alone, When no love, no sleep, But only alone, And only a little: You are a proud cat. You're a strong cat, But still - you want affection, For your way is not easy, And your luggage is not so easy, And I'll take, And without any prompting I'll pet you.
You are my cat. You're nobody's cat. You love to hunt, And you love to read poetry, And you want to love someone, And you want sun, And you want will, And you never show pain, And you cry sometimes alone, When no love, no sleep, But only alone, And only a little: You are a proud cat. You're a strong cat, But still - you want affection, For your way is not easy, And your luggage is not so easy, And I'll take, And without any prompting I'll pet you.
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Other skies above you, But the same starry embroidered pattern, When the star looks into your eyes, It looks with my sad gaze. also about embroidery, but metaphorical
Other skies above you, But the same starry embroidered pattern, When the star looks into your eyes, It looks with my sad gaze. also about embroidery, but metaphorical
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I saw fear in the soldier's eyes, The archangel with Satan's countenance Here led him once. To the shards of the ice warrior.
I saw fear in the soldier's eyes, The archangel with Satan's countenance Here led him once. To the shards of the ice warrior.
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What fire's in the soul What pain's on guard What music it is When it ain't for sale This is an excerpt from a song by Michael Karasev, mentor of Bi-2!
What fire's in the soul What pain's on guard What music it is When it ain't for sale This is an excerpt from a song by Michael Karasev, mentor of Bi-2!
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Every age is an age of iron, But the garden of wonder is smouldering, A cloud is glistening; I'll embrace my age, my rock for goodbye. Time is a trial. Don't be jealous of anyone.
Every age is an age of iron, But the garden of wonder is smouldering, A cloud is glistening; I'll embrace my age, my rock for goodbye. Time is a trial. Don't be jealous of anyone.
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Tolko podlosti ne proschaj,</span>I predatelstva ne proschaj,nikomu</span>Ni lyubimoj,ni drugu
Tolko podlosti ne proschaj,</span>I predatelstva ne proschaj,nikomu</span>Ni lyubimoj,ni drugu
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Here are my poems I wrote today. Oh how I'd like to call my friends. I wish I could bring together my friends Who I grew up with, Grew up with, grew old with, Talked to on the Internet And make them sit at my table And give them tea and cake To drink But, unfortunately, it's impossible They all have their own things To live far away From each other, each other Very far away Not everyone can make it And sit at this table So, well. I'll keep on talking To people who don't know a thing about each other. Thoughts on the train I was on the train And I was thinking People on the platform Flickering by And faces in life Flickering Towns, forests, fields and rivers Flickering Lakes, And the sun in the sky at sunset Shining with red light I was riding on the train And I thought about the day When I won't see all this beauty anymore And the cities, forests, fields and rivers Will suddenly stop flashing The lakes, mountains and hills And the sun in the sky Not just at sunset Not just with red light And I won't see the sky any more Never again. # On the neutral strip I stepped on the platform I got in the car I started the engine I was in a hurry to get to you I wanted to hold you close to me Driving up to the house I suddenly saw you sitting in the house by the fireplace Not alone I started the car I turned on the high beam I turned it on I didn't know Where to go I just drove along the highway I suddenly started to shake hands on the wheel My heart was suddenly beating all the harder # On the highway, on the cold, wet from the rain ## All of a sudden my hands are shaking on the steering wheel ## But my foot suddenly pushed the gas And the car Headed down the wrong lane On the opposite lane In the car, there was a girl ## She was rushing towards me In the same state ## She was beautiful and sad in her eyes ## And she was dressed in the same clothes ## And she was dressed in the same clothes ## And she was all alone ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And she was all alone I was looking at her And I was looking straight to her heart Through them When our engines were jammed When our metal boxes were burning On the neutral strip We were burning in place Loving each other, With only our glances changing We were burning in the same fire On the neutral strip And you, Sat by the fireplace With another man in my arms In his arms not burning And not loving him But passion made you do it Just for an hour, just for a moment, just once in your life And then he came back to his family And he came back to his children Then you were alone When you saved me From the crash and burn of two cars On the neutral strip.
Here are my poems I wrote today. Oh how I'd like to call my friends. I wish I could bring together my friends Who I grew up with, Grew up with, grew old with, Talked to on the Internet And make them sit at my table And give them tea and cake To drink But, unfortunately, it's impossible They all have their own things To live far away From each other, each other Very far away Not everyone can make it And sit at this table So, well. I'll keep on talking To people who don't know a thing about each other. Thoughts on the train I was on the train And I was thinking People on the platform Flickering by And faces in life Flickering Towns, forests, fields and rivers Flickering Lakes, And the sun in the sky at sunset Shining with red light I was riding on the train And I thought about the day When I won't see all this beauty anymore And the cities, forests, fields and rivers Will suddenly stop flashing The lakes, mountains and hills And the sun in the sky Not just at sunset Not just with red light And I won't see the sky any more Never again. # On the neutral strip I stepped on the platform I got in the car I started the engine I was in a hurry to get to you I wanted to hold you close to me Driving up to the house I suddenly saw you sitting in the house by the fireplace Not alone I started the car I turned on the high beam I turned it on I didn't know Where to go I just drove along the highway I suddenly started to shake hands on the wheel My heart was suddenly beating all the harder # On the highway, on the cold, wet from the rain ## All of a sudden my hands are shaking on the steering wheel ## But my foot suddenly pushed the gas And the car Headed down the wrong lane On the opposite lane In the car, there was a girl ## She was rushing towards me In the same state ## She was beautiful and sad in her eyes ## And she was dressed in the same clothes ## And she was dressed in the same clothes ## And she was all alone ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And I couldn't stop thinking ## And she was all alone I was looking at her And I was looking straight to her heart Through them When our engines were jammed When our metal boxes were burning On the neutral strip We were burning in place Loving each other, With only our glances changing We were burning in the same fire On the neutral strip And you, Sat by the fireplace With another man in my arms In his arms not burning And not loving him But passion made you do it Just for an hour, just for a moment, just once in your life And then he came back to his family And he came back to his children Then you were alone When you saved me From the crash and burn of two cars On the neutral strip.
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So let him always Strive, yearn to be happy, And never fade that heat, So warming in inclement weather. The fire that so warmly shines at night, Warms our souls. That does not let go to the bottom, And in the stormy ocean of feelings with hope and persistence looking for dry land .... last lines from his own poem. Fire that penetrates us, For a new life is the reason...... To be loved...to be happy...... Because we become ourselves.... Only beside him-our man-
So let him always Strive, yearn to be happy, And never fade that heat, So warming in inclement weather. The fire that so warmly shines at night, Warms our souls. That does not let go to the bottom, And in the stormy ocean of feelings with hope and persistence looking for dry land .... last lines from his own poem. Fire that penetrates us, For a new life is the reason...... To be loved...to be happy...... Because we become ourselves.... Only beside him-our man-
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When a relic Ambalah comes from Shambhala All the Mandalas will be opened by the god-father They'll feed us with heavenly kombala And the kabbalah will come a big kabbala
When a relic Ambalah comes from Shambhala All the Mandalas will be opened by the god-father They'll feed us with heavenly kombala And the kabbalah will come a big kabbala
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Two picked tomatoes I popped into my mouth And I listened softly As my soul sings No, not from eating But from inspiration For while I ate in silence I composed a poem And another one! Wife, wife, my friend Only your breasts are firm in my hands All the rest is mucus Pray don't be faithful, pray don't be faithful, pray don't be faithful
Two picked tomatoes I popped into my mouth And I listened softly As my soul sings No, not from eating But from inspiration For while I ate in silence I composed a poem And another one! Wife, wife, my friend Only your breasts are firm in my hands All the rest is mucus Pray don't be faithful, pray don't be faithful, pray don't be faithful
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We love those who don't love us We destroy those who are in love with us
We love those who don't love us We destroy those who are in love with us
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What's love got to do with it? Just a hen house, and we're in the egg, Like twins desperately mating brazenly. I can't survive without you. That's a fact. But racers fight ten laps to the finish line. You want a baby? A baby? Just for fun. You want one? Order it. I voluntarily bring it out, and so on.
What's love got to do with it? Just a hen house, and we're in the egg, Like twins desperately mating brazenly. I can't survive without you. That's a fact. But racers fight ten laps to the finish line. You want a baby? A baby? Just for fun. You want one? Order it. I voluntarily bring it out, and so on.
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Here's my favorite poem. I can't make a single thing out of it. Night Smokers by Fazil Iskander. Men smoke at night, When they feel insomnia. Don't trust the doctors, They don't do that at all. Nocturnal ponderings, muffled knife fights... When luminal is powerless, With hand they find matches. Fire breaks through the night, It lights up eyes and cheekbones, It wants to do something to help, Caveman, small, slouching. Through the darkened cities There is unseen work, Men smoke at night, They ponder something. A car rustles low, A coughing sound comes up... But it's all wrong, it's all wrong, And you hear the rustling of a checkerboard. And crackling, unraveling, the thread: Good luck, bad luck, numbers... How to unite the meaning of life With the madness of daily life's meaning? The city, street and home sleeps. But life's past is passing by. Like a bird above an empty nest, His soul flutters over it. He thinks, "We are not the same by day, By day there is a third person between us, But at night, but in the dark, I see you as in the light." Two shadows will light up the dawn, They will merge for a moment, She will enter him like a light, Or leave him like a dream.
Here's my favorite poem. I can't make a single thing out of it. Night Smokers by Fazil Iskander. Men smoke at night, When they feel insomnia. Don't trust the doctors, They don't do that at all. Nocturnal ponderings, muffled knife fights... When luminal is powerless, With hand they find matches. Fire breaks through the night, It lights up eyes and cheekbones, It wants to do something to help, Caveman, small, slouching. Through the darkened cities There is unseen work, Men smoke at night, They ponder something. A car rustles low, A coughing sound comes up... But it's all wrong, it's all wrong, And you hear the rustling of a checkerboard. And crackling, unraveling, the thread: Good luck, bad luck, numbers... How to unite the meaning of life With the madness of daily life's meaning? The city, street and home sleeps. But life's past is passing by. Like a bird above an empty nest, His soul flutters over it. He thinks, "We are not the same by day, By day there is a third person between us, But at night, but in the dark, I see you as in the light." Two shadows will light up the dawn, They will merge for a moment, She will enter him like a light, Or leave him like a dream.
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Do you remember what we saw in summer? My angel, do you remember that dead horse Under the bright white light, Among the reddish grass? Half-dead, spreading her legs Like a wench in a square. Charles Baudelaire
Do you remember what we saw in summer? My angel, do you remember that dead horse Under the bright white light, Among the reddish grass? Half-dead, spreading her legs Like a wench in a square. Charles Baudelaire
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vsegda tak budet,kak bivalo,</span>takov izdrevle belii svet,uchennix mnogo-umnix malo</span>znakomix tma,,a druga net!,,,ay da Pushkin,,ay da sukin sin!
vsegda tak budet,kak bivalo,</span>takov izdrevle belii svet,uchennix mnogo-umnix malo</span>znakomix tma,,a druga net!,,,ay da Pushkin,,ay da sukin sin!
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What's through that door To the sky, to-morrow, to the beyond? It's hard to believe without an answer As in the lies, in the darkness I am drowning. How can I close my curtains and fall to the snow, Forgetting all my reproaches Without closing my face in escape? How can I go to the edge, And fly through my old barrier To die without dying, And rise again in the springtime haze? And behind this strange door To look at us together, To forget my disbelief, To know that the world will be hell for me, Without you, without our meeting In the earth that is warm and frosty, Where tonight I have poured water on the melted ground.
What's through that door To the sky, to-morrow, to the beyond? It's hard to believe without an answer As in the lies, in the darkness I am drowning. How can I close my curtains and fall to the snow, Forgetting all my reproaches Without closing my face in escape? How can I go to the edge, And fly through my old barrier To die without dying, And rise again in the springtime haze? And behind this strange door To look at us together, To forget my disbelief, To know that the world will be hell for me, Without you, without our meeting In the earth that is warm and frosty, Where tonight I have poured water on the melted ground.
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this I love.Yunna Moritz Good - to be young, To fight for self-love, In front of a gray-haired mirror To hold myself independently, To live bravely - blackly, To dream about everything fiercely, Not be afraid of anything - Even to look ridiculous! It's good to want it all, To take what's yours and not furtively, To rustle with proud mane, To be proud of your manner, To start this and that, To break with this and that, To give ever a pretext For blowing up hot gossip! It's good to live without fear of traffic, To treasure all that life has in store, Except the fleeting life! It's good to ride a horse, To have all the power in the world, And not to tremble every day, That's a lot to take in! It's good to be young! You just can't get much better than that! Alcohol, insomnia, and smoke All the ideas! The heat of temptation hardens our young bodies! And now the musical intro's over, yada, yada, but the piercing tune begins! Attention! The young sleep in each other's arms, As in nirvana. And in their ignorance, Young men - No thought of the shores, Of silver meadows, Where grey-haired men Sleep in each other's arms, And one will sleep for ever. It's good to be young!
this I love.Yunna Moritz Good - to be young, To fight for self-love, In front of a gray-haired mirror To hold myself independently, To live bravely - blackly, To dream about everything fiercely, Not be afraid of anything - Even to look ridiculous! It's good to want it all, To take what's yours and not furtively, To rustle with proud mane, To be proud of your manner, To start this and that, To break with this and that, To give ever a pretext For blowing up hot gossip! It's good to live without fear of traffic, To treasure all that life has in store, Except the fleeting life! It's good to ride a horse, To have all the power in the world, And not to tremble every day, That's a lot to take in! It's good to be young! You just can't get much better than that! Alcohol, insomnia, and smoke All the ideas! The heat of temptation hardens our young bodies! And now the musical intro's over, yada, yada, but the piercing tune begins! Attention! The young sleep in each other's arms, As in nirvana. And in their ignorance, Young men - No thought of the shores, Of silver meadows, Where grey-haired men Sleep in each other's arms, And one will sleep for ever. It's good to be young!
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