Goodnight Moon........
Last edited by Balu; 07-02-2015 at 11:16 PM.
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Americans! You see the DIFFERENCE? WE ARE RUSSIANS! Ever and Forever!
This song from MY Youth. From The USSR.
My little gnome, correct cap
And come on, do not be angry, unclench fist.
Run away from people, my little gnome,
Run away as quickly as possible in your old house.
Where the walls instead of pictures -
Garlands of unnecessary words
Where mosaic glass windows -
Dozens of magical dreams
And the books were born an hundred
Fabulous smart goals -
By Charles Perrault -
And before the "Magi sen foundations."
My little gnome, correct cap
Do not stamp your foot - lost a shoe.
Run away from people, my little gnome,
Run away as quickly as possible in your old house.
Where tea is not in the glasses,
And in the cups of tea roses,
Where fir twigs - spirits
A gift - the answer to the question.
Where many inaudible laughter
And a lot of invisible tears,
Where is the song to the sound of guitars
Butterflies and dragonflies.
My little gnome, correct cap
And do not swear - You will receive a click.
Run away from people, my little gnome,
Run away as quickly as possible in your old house.
No, no, I will not go to you,
My little Gnome,
I'm old, I'm tired,
Yes, and I began to move with difficulty.
I know your year -
He is from dawn to dusk,
I'm a thousand years
Only because I'm thirty-three.
My little gnome, correct cap
And come on, do not be angry, unclench fist.
Teardrops eels, put on your small shoe
And her hair usefully cast over your shoulder.
Last edited by Balu; 07-03-2015 at 01:52 PM.
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Distant mountains, misty mountains, the mountains
And flying away, and dying snow.
If you know - somewhere there is a city, town,
If you remember - it is not for everyone, not for everyone.
Strange people filled the whole city:
Thoughts they have - and across the word - wide,
From the conversations they recognize only disputes
And do not go out roads.
Instead of houses by the people in this city - the sky,
Hands loved them - instead of apartments.
I have never in this city was not, was not,
I'm looking for, and I could not find it.
If you hurt them - they do not cry, and laugh,
If they are having fun - a good drink of wine.
Women's hair, women's hair curl,
And it replaces the unsettled feel.
I sometimes pass through this city -
I would like to see, and I did not notice.
And in the silence, or the conversation
I was walking around the city, going out and not having met.
By train - no! I did not get there by train.
And the plane, moreover, do not fly.
He trembles a mirage, he responds echo.
But I find it, I want, and I have to choose!
Last edited by Balu; 07-03-2015 at 01:57 PM.
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Russians? - Yep! We are RUSSIANS!
You know it's strange very strange
It's not that I finished crank
I'm chasing the mist of fog
And with them I can not do nothing
People sent affairs people go for the money
They run away from resentment and despair
And I ride and I ride the mist
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
And I ride and I ride the mist
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
You know it's just a very simple
For who has ever left
You imagine that this is very serious acute
Mountains hills sun and rain song
Let chock-full of stuffed
I'm on the road suitcases
Memory sadness unpaid debts
And I ride and I ride the mist
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
And I ride and I ride the mist
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
Let chock-full of stuffed
I'm on the road suitcases
Memory sadness unpaid debts
And I'm going and I'm going for the fog
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
For the dreams and the smell of the taiga
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Many liked him, and many didn't. But there hasn't been anyone like him since. The once, young man most Americans loved, sadly became the sad man nobody really knew...except for his genius for music, and entertainment.
Even at my age. I am still tapping my feet when I enjoy hearing his rhythm, and feel a tear whenever I see him dance. Call me crazy. But he's still around for most of us.
I love to make Liberals Cry, and Whine.
So, this is for them.
GOD BLESS AMERICA - IN GOD WE TRUST !
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Gunny are so funny.
RUSSIAN ROAD
On the ground crying without feeling boots
Our bloodless detachment away from enemies
Eating on the run sorrel leaf
Spending the night in the gully under a bush Kalinovy
We can not rest - run, run, run
And our supposedly friends sat down behind the hill
And look how they beat us, his eyes
And only the long road completely for us
Wipe your tears, rest a bit, I Russian road
Waste, and I'll cover you, yes mud water
We are deep in mud and water up to the eyes
After some time the enemies caught up with us again
And hit even harder, and just about poreshat
But the severe frosts us hasten to the rescue
Hang dry your bitter tears, we are Russian frosts
Freeze, noticing the anguish, beckoned by Moscow
The nature of the war, we were like a mother
But there is a time Bury and there is time to step
And soon, we showed up in the towns of foes
And they destroy everything back, smashed to smithereens
Torn to pieces in the trash izmolotili
And finishing off, explained the moaning enemies:
Remember the mysterious tactic -
When we retreat - we are going forward!
Along with the cold weather and forests, Susanin ahead
Just bequeathed to us by God Russian road
Russian The road Russian road Russian road ...
Ready, Americans?
Last edited by Balu; 07-03-2015 at 06:17 PM.
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
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