The Bird of Happiness
The bird of happiness from tomorrow
Has come jingling her wings.
Will you choose me
Will you choose me
The bird of happiness from
tomorrow?
There's so much silver in the starry
sky!
Tomorrow will be better than
yesterday
Better than yesterday
Better than yesterday
Tomorrow will be better than
yesterday.
A guitar is ringing somewhere...
A trustworthy heart will keep its love
The heart will keep its love
And the bird of luck
Will fly away again.
Tomorrow's morning will come...
Someone else will be the first but
not me
Someone else but not me
Someone else but not me
Will compose tomorrow's song.
There can be no dance without fire
And there is hope living in my
heart...
Will you choose me
Will you choose me
The bird of happiness from
tomorrow?
A guitar is ringing somewhere...
A trustworthy heart will keep its love
The heart will keep its love
And the bird of luck
Will fly away again.
A guitar is ringing somewhere...
A trustworthy heart will keep its love
The heart will keep its love
And the bird of luck
Will fly away again.
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Love While You Can
There should be no advising in love
Lovers can settle things themselves
That's why I am singing my song
With such a refrain.
Love while you are up to it
Be jealous while you're up to it
Suffer while you're up to it
Dream while you are up to it
If someone has been abandoned
Don't you show your compassion
Offences come and go
And we are to fight for happiness
again
Love while you are up to it
Be jealous while you're up to it
Suffer while you're up to it
Dream while you are up to it
I am singing nothing but truisms
And of course everyone knows them
That's why my heart
Sincerely repeats the same refrain.
Love while you are up to it
Be jealous while you're up to it
Suffer while you're up to it
Dream while you are up to it
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In the District of Magnolies
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-
eight...
Unaware of grief...grief...grief
The sea laps in the land of
magnolias...
The boys sitting on the fence
Make me feel blue...
Dancing
copules...couples...couples...
The tune is familiar, even an old
one...
The sweet voice of a bass-guitar
Is stirring up my memory...
Never mind...never mind...never
mind...
Just the same way a long time ago
We used to run up here, guys
Our eyes were sparkling like agates
And flush was playing on our
cheeks...
The couples are dancing to the
chords
In such a fashionable manner
And one can speak freely
About life and about love
The sea laps in the land of
magnolias...
The boys are sitting on the fence...
Involuntarily I can catch admiration
In every glance of theirs...
The boys are fed up with fighting
They see girls in their night
dreams...
However, today's dancing is not for
them
But this song is right for them
And I'm giving it to them as a gift.
Just the same way a long time ago
We used to run up here, guys
Our eyes were sparkling like agates
And flush was playing on our
cheeks...
The couples are dancing to the
chords
In such a fashionable manner
And one can speak freely
About life and about love
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-
eight...
The couples are dancing to the
chords
In such a fashionable manner
And one can speak freely
About life and about love
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-
eight...
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Kings Can Do Everything
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
There was a king
He ruled his country and his people
The best way he could
His name was Louis the Second
His name was Louis the Second
But this song is not about him
It's about love
In those days
There was one beauty
Who grazed geese
At the walls of the palace
But for Louis himself
She was the sweetest one
And he decided to marry her
Kings can do everything
Kings can do everything
And sometimes they control
The fates of the whole world
Say what you like
But not a single king
Can marry for love
Not a single king
Can marry for love
"I"ll marry her, I'll marry her
I'll marry her", Louis said
But the kings gathered up
From neighbouring kingdoms
What a scandal it was!
What a scandal it was!
But this song is not about it
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Winter
At the edge of the woods
Winter lived in a small house
She pickled snowballs
In a birch tub
She spun yarn
And weaved sackcloth
She forged Ice bridges
Over the rivers
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
She went hunting
And faceted silver
She put the thin moon
Into a crystal bucket
She made fur coats for trees
She blazed a sleigh-road
And then hurried to the woods
To take a rest in her house
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
The ice ceiling...
The creaking door...
Thorny darkness
Outside the rough wall...
As soon as you cross the threshold
You see rime everywhere
And the vapour of intense blue
Oozing out of the windows
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Fortune Teller
Fashion is constantly changing
But as long as the world exists
The Gypsy with an old pack of cards
Will have at least one client...
Someone longing for bizarre
miracles
Will knock on her door
And she will lay out in front of him
Those noble kings of hers...
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
Card-reading can foretell happiness
Or an unexpected blow of fate
Imprisonment and a long journey
Or everlasting faithful love...
Old cards will spread out like a fan
On a shawl decorated with fringe
And suddenly the Gypsy herself
Will believe her noble kings...
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
Time destroys granite castles
And covers towns with sand
But years don't mean anything
For those cards in the Gypsy's
hands...
The heart melts as the fortune-teller
speaks
And at all the crossroads of the
world
The noble kings are telling lies
With the same expression on their
faces...
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
What can I say? What can I say?
All humans are just like this -
They want to know, want to know
Want to know the future
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Bouquet
I'll be riding my bicycle hard and
long
Stop it somewhere in the dense
meadows...
I'll pick flowers and give a bouquet
To the girl I love
I'll pick flowers and give a bouquet
To the girl I love
I'll tell her: "Dating with someone
else
You've forgotten our rendezvouses
So please take these modest flowers
To keep me in your memory
So please take these modest flowers
To keep me in your memory"
She will take them but late in the
evening
When fog and sadness get thicker
She will pass by keeping her eyes
down
Without a hint of a smile. But I don't
mind it
She will pass by keeping her eyes
down
Without a hint of a smile. But I don't
mind it
I'll be riding my bicycle hard and
long
Stop it somewhere in the dense
meadows...
I just want the girl I love
To take my bouquet
I just want the girl I love
To take my bouquet
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A Sea Song
I used to go sailing on the ships
Wandered in all the seas and rode
out storms...
I've been to any port and any
harbour
But everywhere I was missing my
home
Everywhere I was missing my home
I ate bananas and drank coffee on
Martinique
Smoked nasty tobaccos in Istanbul
In Cairo I chewed dates out of
boredom
To my mind, they have a bitter taste
Far away from home they have a
bitter taste
No, I don't fancy far-away beauty...
I used to wander in foreign lands for
many days
But didn't leave there a tiny bit of
my soul
All of it is for my Nastya, Nastyenka
It's all for my dear Nastyenka
On finishing my long-distance sails
I used to kiss the granite of the
wharves
In my native Crimea and in
Vladivostok I'm in tears
Just like on the distant Kuril Islands
On the most distant of our islands
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The Speaking Doll
I am under the glass in a
shop-window
Looking through the window on a
rainy day
I never take my glassy eyes off that
picture
Everyone just passes by but one
little girl
Says: "What a sad toy!
Daddy, Daddy, please
Daddy, Daddy, please
Give me this doll, dear Daddy
Daddy, Daddy, please
Daddy, Daddy, please
Give me this doll, dear Daddy"
It was raining outside all night long
The winds were playing the chimney
I dreamed that father and daughter
Were taking me along to their home
In the morning my dream came true
Father and his little gaughter turned
up again
"Daddy, Daddy, please
Daddy, Daddy, please
Give me this doll, dear Daddy
Daddy, Daddy, please
Daddy, Daddy, please
Give me this doll, dear Daddy"
Oh, I'm going to be happy now!
They'll take me along, my dreams
came true
How nice it can be
When someone else needs you!
The girl is cheerfully laughing
outside
This child has a simple reason to be
happy
"Daddy has given
Daddy has given
Daddy has given me this doll!
Daddy has given
Daddy has given
Daddy has given me this doll!"
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The Chrysanthemums Have
Faded
In the garden where I met you
Your favorite shrub of
chrysanthemums burst into bloom
And in my soul a bright feeling
Of tender love came into blossom
The chrysanthemums in the garden
faded long ago
But the love is still alive in my
aching heart
Our garden is abandoned and you
are gone
I am strolling alone totally worn out
And tears suddenly run down my
face
When I come near the faded shrub
of chrysanthemums
The chrysanthemums in the garden
faded long ago
But the love is still alive in my
aching heart
In the garden where I met you
Your favourite shrub of
chrysanthemums burst into bloom
And in my soul a bright feeling
Of tender love came into blossom
The chrysanthemums in the garden
faded long ago
But the love is still alive in my
aching heart
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Odessa
Odessa used to be famous for
fountains,
Gobies and sea captains
You can ask sailors about it
But don't dare to speak for gobies
In any place where something is
carried on
You can't do without Odessa citizens
When Hollywood shoots a wedding
Forshmak is delivered from the
Tenth Station
Movies are shot in Deribassovskaya
Street
Since Odessa has lots of beautiful
girls
You and I - we are both here
And so is my Myasoyedovskaya
Street
The public in Odessa is so brill
You can hardly shoot a mass scene
here
Since our city is not that simple
It consists of only film stars
Movies are shot in Deribassovskaya
Street
Since Odessa has lots of beautiful
girls
You and I - we are both here
And so is my Myasoyedovskaya
Street
Discovering America instead of
Odessa
Columbus went off into hysterics
But they say that all his life
He suspected it to be Longeron
Movies are shot in Deribassovskaya
Street
Since Odessa has lots of beautiful
girls
You and I - we are both here
And so is my Myasoyedovskaya
Street
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Bitter Honey
It's all over. I'm separating you from
me
It's all over. I'm breaking myself of
you
Breaking myself of our dates
Not meeting you at 5 sharp any
more
Breaking myself of your shoulders
And of your plaits
I don't wanna love to become
humiliation
I'll forget you, surely I will
You are bringing me trouble
You are driving me crazy
But how can I leave
If you gonna stay?
Breaking myself of your hands
Of your lips and your glances
Of misfortunes and tortures...
Enough, I don't want them any more
No one can perceive them
And no one will pay
Your honey is much too bitter
That will do, it's all over...
I don't wanna love to become
humiliation
I'll forget you, surely I will
You are bringing me trouble
You are driving me crazy
But how can I leave
If you gonna stay?
I don't wanna love to become
humiliation
I'll forget you, surely I will
You are bringing me trouble
You are driving me crazy
But how can I leave
If you gonna stay?
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And The Gipsy Is Going
A shaggy bumble-bee is drawn by
sweet-scented hops
A grey heron makes its way to the
reed...
And the Gypsy's daughter rushes
into the night after her lover
Since their souls of vagrants are
kindred ones
Let's set forward and the Gypsy
nomadic star
Will guide us to a sunset with
flickering sails
Where one's eyes are full of
homeless despair
Looking up into crimson skies...
The two of them will go to meet their
fate
No matter whether it's hell or
paradise
One should make one's way without
any fear
To the world's end and even further
on
Let's set forward and the Gypsy
nomadic star
Will guide us to meet a dawn in the
east
Where pinkish waves - so quiet and
tender -
Are creeping up onto the sand at
daybreak...
Let's set forward and the Gypsy
nomadic star
Will guide us to roaring southern
latitudes
Where a violent storm like God's
broom
Is sweeping away the ocean's
spray...
Let's set forward and the Gypsy
nomadic star
Will guide us to a sunset with
flickering sails
Where one's eyes are full of
homeless despair
Where one's eyes are full of
homeless despair
Looking up into crimson skies...
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