Просто о себе

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А вьюга шумит ночами,
Белеют дороги мои.
Как жаль кого мы любили
Не встретитить уже на пути.
Снегами их судьбы заносит,
Уносит с метелями в даль.
А сердце лишь верности просит,
Храня лиц любимых печать.

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Я иду по дороге
Из девичих грёз,
Я иду по дороге фиалок и роз.
Цвет зелёный надежды.
Цвет добра и тепла.
Цвет зелёных побегов
Что весна нам дала.
Красный цвет -
Цвет победы,
Цвет воли моей.
Цвет успеха, желаний,
Цвет бенгальских огней.
Синий цвет -
Цвет мечты.
Цвет реки облаков.
Синей птицы из сказок,
Из моих детских снов.

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У каждого в жизни бывает минута,
Когда почему-то так тянет назад,
И в эту минуту запретного круга
Я в книжке английской увидела вас.
Простых русских женщин,
Военное время...
В колхозах, землянках, окопах, снегах.
С заплатами платьях, военных шинелях,
Морщинках на лицах,
Но светом надежды в усталых глазах.

С улыбкой, насмешкой
В глаза мне взглянули:
Ну что ты ревёшь-то
Ведь нету войны!
Ну вот, наконец,
Вот истинно горе –
Не любит какой - то
Заморский мужик!
А ну улыбнись
А ну не печалься
По вольной дорожке
Пройдись походи.
Совет наш простой:
Мечтай и люби,
Работай старайся.
Да радуйся только
Живёшь без войны.

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Сегодня подумала,
Даже не знаю:
Я русская женщина
Любимая мама.
Бывает без денег,
В платье поношенном,
Я жизнью любой
Совсем не испорчена.
Может такие мы –
Русские женщины.

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Russian nurse
1941, Second World War,
Young Russian nurse dancing
On a mobile hospital floor.
Green uniform, medal and smile.
Like nothing to worry,
Nothing to cry.

Everyone’s laughing, no sirens.
Old doctor quietly said:
Now I know,
We always will win.
For girls like this we will stay until the end.
We will stay until the end.

The first winter battle,
Fire and ice,
Bombs, flying grenades, fast dirty tanks.
No time to worry,
No time to cry.
Go under fire,
Save life after life.
Red captain, can’t see the face,
Looked at her eyes and
Wiped all burned hands:
For girls like this
We will stay until the end.
We will stay until the end.

1945, near Berlin,
Surrounded house,
Only one our soldier,
Out of hundred survived.
He gives the nurse gun:
Girl, you can ran,
Beg them, believe,
You are young, you have to live.
Leave me here,
I don’t think I’ll make it anyway.
Take the gun, do what I say.

What the nurse said,
How she smiled:
I am not leaving you,
The war will end.
And we,
We will stay until the end,
We will stay until the end.

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I worked at a bank for about a year.
New employee like everywhere,
Do what you told, smiling and “please”,
Hoping to get one dollar raise.

Nothing special, except one day
I will never forget.

Salary time, far in suburbs,
Once a month like a big bank curse.
Criminal region, dark and insane.
Everyone like:
We have a new employee to train!
Looking at me:
Go suburbs, it is okay,
You are young, you can walk all day.
No bases, two hours way,
But lots of stars will shine again.
No cell phone, you’ll be fine.
Horoscope promises no crime.

I worked all,
Tons of complains, smile anyway,
Thinking only when are they all go home.

Finely, finely the day is over.
And I have all night to get home.

Alone, no light, no bases, not taxi.
Craziest time.
No, there is the moon, like a mercy.
If I did something wrong,
It will be forgotten now for all.

At the end nowhere, just me and the stars.
Then something pushed me at the back very hard.
I flew or jumped, have no idea.
All I thought, will I see my mama, my dear.

When I landed, speaking that way, shaking, had a biggest sky pray.
Went home, woke up earlier the very next day.
Took taxi to see that place, paid half of my salary for that mysterious trip.

What I looked at, surprised me or shocked me,
What better to say.
Place where I flew, jumped, anyway.
There was a big hole on the road,
Full of junk, garbage, wood, railway road,
It can fit even a tank, a big one.

I wrote a huge complain,
Made sure it’s fixed, no place should have this crappy road.

Always in my mind,

I am thankful for that special fly.

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Цветёт малина за окном,
Моя подруга серебром.
Надежды полные любви
Целую губы я твои
Мы встретились у трёх вокзалов.
Тут поезда уходят в даль
Шепчу я здравствуй, не прощай!
Мне встречи новой обещай
У трёх вокзалов.

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(Intro) (dialog)

I want to be like a feather...
What? You want to be fat?
No! Like a feather!

(Chorus)

I used to be like many women in the world,
Just happy with the little I got.
I followed my mothers steps when being free
Had no sense.

Verse 1

I used to wake up every morning mad,
Thinking what else I forget.
Go straight to wash tons of dishes
Like a woman without ambitions
Who joined cleaning cult.
Get a phone call from my mom:
I live my life wrong,
Look at the mirror,
Repeat like a parrot -
I 'm strong,
I'm strong!
Then drive to work like I am in the best racing team.
See couple of people who jealous of me.
I tried to blend in, be part of the team.
No mini, no make up, no being unique.
I was thinking of women still complaining of me.
But something was shining,
People followed me.
I gave them the hope,
At least daily laugh.
Of course I denied being pretty and smart.
And really, I almost blend in.
Until I looked at the eyes,
The eyes of the Queen.

(Chorus)

Verse 2

The beautiful woman,
Hot, sexy and free.
She looked straight at me:
What's wrong with you,
Are fucking blind.
Don't tell me you've been drinking all vodka
In the world for the last hundred nights.
Can't you see?
Open your eyes.
Once again,
Can't you see!
Can't you see you are me!

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The Ketchup Story
My friend has a daughter just turned sixteen.
On every girl's birthday I get s gift of my dream.
The story goes back sixteen years ago,
We were naive, didn't much know.
And this my friend meet a man of her dream.
Everything was perfect until he said
She has to be first for him, and he as well.
It was a problem, but I always believe if we have a chance, we go for it.
The ketchup was my idea.
I wrote a few lines,
She mixed with the wine.
It was a perfect love story,
A piece of art.
Two liters bottle was gone,
The ketchup was everywhere,
On his head, on the lamps, on the floor.
(He believed).
And nine months after the little girl was born.
Now she is sixteen.
Who can say the tomato ketchup is not a beautiful thing.

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Will you wait forever
For the darkest night?
Or believe that may be
Stars can never fly.
Will today, tomorrow
Always look the same.
Will mistakes from yesterday
Be mistakes again?
Will you tell your baby:
Oh, just give it up.
Or you say:
My dear,
You will win and fight.
You're child,
Just bigger,
Look at brightest sky.
There are stars that only
Always fly, fly, fly.

My poem for a friend.

When you want again
Simply give it up.
Think about people,
People you deeply love.
Think about mother,
Will she be all right,
Knowing that baby
Just refuses fight.
Put yourself together,
Day repeat,
I can,
I will be the winner
Simply ones again.


who is your friend?
Who is your friend?
Love is my friend,
Passion is my friend,
Desire is my friend,
Strength is my friend,
God is my friend,
Courage is my friend.
Who is your friend?

Its a beautiful day,
Because you painted it in the brightest colors.
Because you said not enough,
I go for more, I will sing and dance,
Speaking up loud.
I will smile to myself inside out.
I will look at the sun, trees, clouds,
Paint my world in the brightest colors.

"I want you to be happy"
After all, the shortest ever poem in the world.
One time it was just a thought,
Just a dream, just a road.
When you asking yourself,
Should I do, may be yes, may be no?
The thought again, and again:
Now or may be one day.
You starting to see, feel, believe
And ... go for it.

Doesn't matter were you right or wrong,
This is world, not lovely poem, made up to please few people.
Who can ever do the greatest things easy?
Life when you know what's right, what's wrong,
Learn the most important lesson to move on,
Stepping hard the place you true belong,
Following the dreams just really want,
Loving the big road you are now on...

Old people say:
Everything happens happens for the best.
Sometimes you don't see it, because
It is just the beginning.
Enjoy life more, keep living,
And at the middle you think again,
What have you learned,
What made you strong,
What changed you into who you really are.
It will be worth beginning.