DawnKirill VoloshinMoi pukh na rozovykh shyekakh Mnye predstavlyalsya stol' solidnym Yego vpervye bezobidno Kasalas' zhenskaya ruka Kogda vpervye kak v bredu Ta fraza v vodukhe zastyla- "Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu - Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu.." The light fluff on my pink cheeks Had seemed so solid and manly to me When for the first time it was tenderly Touched by a woman's gentle hand When for the first time, as though in a haze That phrase hung still in the air - "My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come - My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come.." Tak byl kogda-to v pervyi raz V grafe razluk postavlyen krestik - Moi pukh grubel so mnoyu vmeste - A eta para glupykh fraz - Kak karusel' krugov v adu - S tekh por mnye golovu kruzhila - "Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu - Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu.." And so once upon a time I put a cross in the column marked "separation" - My fluff became more solid as I grew - But still this pair of stupid phrases - Like the carousel of the circles of Hell - Made my head spin ever since - "My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come - My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come.." Sebya molivoi i postom Smiliv v processe ozhidaniya, Ya zhdal krestov v grafe svidaniya - No nado mnoi visit krestom Kak klyuch, potyeryannyi v prudu Kak nyedorytaya mogila - "Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu - Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu.." Having for myself with prayer and abstention Made the process of waiting bearable I waited for crosses in the column marked "love" - But over me hung like a cross Like a key lost in a pond, Like a half-dug grave, the words "My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come - My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come.." Uzhel' ya greshen tem, chto sam Postig chut' gor'kiy zapakh msheniya I vse svoi nevozvrasheniya Po toi zhe skheme podpisal - Ved' zhizn' kak zhalkij kakadu Odno i tozhe zatverdila - "Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu - Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu - Moi milyi, zhdi menya, moi milyi - I ya pridu, pridu pridu.. Have I then sinned simply because I have myself felt the bitter taste of revenge And all my unrequited moments By that same process I gave back - For life, like some tattered parrot Has been repeating the same thing to me, over and over - "My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come - My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come - My darling, wait for me, my darling - And I will come, will come, will come.." toothycat.net is copyright Sergei and Morag Lewis |