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My recollections won’t leave me at night;
I will remember a wonderful sight:
It was in spring, and I couldn’t pass by…
Two yellow roses in bloom caught my eye!
I will remember: you stood next to me
Just to admire this couple… But we
Fell for each other; and, loving so long,
You had to fade in the horror of war!
Don’t be afraid! You’ll survive! You’ll survive!
This is the strongest belief of my life!
Though lots of shots are heard day after day,
Fearless angels will not fly away!
Those yellow roses remind me of you,
Of our love that is genuine, true…
That time I did not imagine that grief
Could touch us both… But my strongest belief
Is still with me, and my words do revive:
Don’t be afraid! You’ll survive! You’ll survive!
So, I will save this belief in my heart;
I will keep patient while we are apart;
I will be grateful and faithful to you
When you will have seen this awful war through!
If it’s a lie, you will be murdered fast
And fade away like a cloud of dust.
Oh, I do not want to think any more
Of things that will just bring woe to your door!
Don’t be afraid! You’ll survive! You’ll survive!
This is the strongest belief of my life!
Though lots of shots are heard day after day,
Fearless angels will not fly away!
I feel that you will soon vanquish your foe
And bring a lot of great joy to your home!
But you should also believe in yourself;
Darling, remember the songs on my shelf!
Don’t be afraid! You’ll survive! You’ll survive!
This is the strongest belief of my life!
My friends will tell me: «It’s nonsense, you’re mad!
Flowers that you saw are just your own fad
‘Cause Moscow does not have roses in May…
Yellow will bring separation one day!»
I’ll give my answer: «Then sunlight should bring
Nothing but parting, and no wedding ring
Will sparkle on our fingers one day.
So, I will wait… And, of course, I do say:
“Don’t be afraid! You’ll survive! You’ll survive!
This is the strongest belief of my life!
Angels of victory, flying above,
Will kill the war and defend our love!”»
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Love at my first confession,
My heart's in Your possession;
It is not cold, and it has light
That is set deeply, shining bright.
One day, when trees were in full bloom,
I told you frankly in my room
What sins were hidden in my soul...
So, I confessed, upon the whole.
That time I was too young and blind...
But now I have you on my mind.
I've understood my spirit's gist:
I fell in Love with you, my priest.
I had some teenage love before
But it was amour, nothing more.
I doubted but now it's clear:
My feelings are great Love that's real...
My heart is Love's Empire!
It has a lot of fire!
Is it from hell? Of course, it's not.
Though it can be sometimes too hot,
People, don't think it's passion
'Cause I have no temptation!
I've got a present come from God,
I swear all my flesh and blood!
It seems that Love is always sweet
But you don't know what you can meet:
Love's pain sometimes can be so strong
That you might think: "There's something wrong!"
But medicine may be bitter, too,
And doctors can make pain for you.
But you keep patient, anyway.
So Love cures souls, I dare say.
Don't try to lead It to an end;
Believe that you will understand
That real Love's a way to grace!
It'll show grief on the Devil's face!
Love at my first confession,
You're made for my salvation!
Genuine feelings conquer all,
That's why no fiends will touch my soul!
Lord Jesus! I will not forget:
My duty is to tolerate
All sacrifices I can meet...
I'm not afraid of frost and heat,
I'm not afraid of snow and rain,
I'm ready to put up with pain
Because I think of You each day!
My dear Lord! I hope You'll say:
"Take my congratulations!
Your heart is full of patience!
Of course, I'll keep you far from hell
'Cause you still love your priest so well".
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Once upon a time my eye fell on some videos and pictures,
On the Net I saw a lovely, such a young and beauteous creature...
But, of course, it's not her stature, and it's not her noble features
That gave me an inspiration 'cause I know she's like a preacher,
She is an enlightener who can change the world;
She is even cleverer than someone who's old;
She's worth lots of gratitude 'cause her heart's not cold;
She's a blessing, she's a present that is brought by God!
Now I'd like to say some phrases that are coming from my soul:
Cassidy, I know that you play a considerable role!
I hope now your mood is festive and your pains have flown away
'Cause today you're celebrating something special - Purple Day!
Something special is for people who can often be oppressed,
Something special is for people who can often feel depressed...
You have made it, wondrous darling, for those people who are sad;
They are gloomy, full of sorrow 'cause they are thought to be mad...
It's unfair... You understood it when you were a little child.
You've been brave enough to struggle! Yes, someone is still so wild...
But your wisdom and your mercy - all this cannot become less!
That is why you are successful, and you'll always have success!
I believe that you'll be even more successful than before!
And I wish you not to tremble (in all senses) any more!
You're an angel of your country, you deserve to have the best
That your destiny can give you! Verse is coming from my breast!
You were born to bring the justice, and my words - to gladden you!
I believe they will be healers for your soul if you feel blue.
I believe they'll make you happy, and I know it will be fair
'Cause when YOURS appear in my mind, I feel pleasure in the air!
I looked forward to the moment when I could congratulate
My inspirer. Now it has come! It is such a special date!
It's the twenty-sixth of March, so it's high time for me to say:
"Cassidy, the hero of the nation, happy Purple Day!"
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Don't blame me, reader, for my passion -
I can't keep silent of one youth.
I can't resist the strong temptation
Of telling you some handsome truth.
That youth was born to show the power -
The strength of body, mind and soul.
That youth was born to cast the shower
Of wisdom, goodness - that's not all.
I'm happy I can chant his virtue,
His handsome movements, handsome voice.
I chant his joy, I chant his torture...
That fellow made a worthy choice.
He was the greatness's incarnation:
In handsome harmony, so fit,
In the exemplary perfection...
He was a legend, I admit.
Once on the set he did his acting,
His arts, as handsome as his heart.
His look was handsome, fascinating...
His work was handsome. And so hard.
He was deservedly respected,
His glory tended to ascend...
But thirty two... So unexpected...
The handsome truth came to the end.
That sudden fall... Don't mean the season.
It was the 20th of July.
Nobody knows about the reason
For saying such a quick "Goodbye!"
He fell down. What can I imagine?
The phrases: "Is his blood still hot?
Oh, can he breath? His body's engine...
Will it revive? Alas, it won't.
His handsome features have no fire.
His veins are worn. His face is pale."
How strongly now I would desire
To see the handsome fairytale!
I've never seen it and I will not:
It's evident I will stay blind.
But handsome truth... I'll never leave it.
His image lives in my green mind:
His handsome face, his handsome figure,
His handsome words, his handsome soul...
His fame became through years bigger
But thirty two - and that is all.
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"Yes, Bruce. What if I am not in pride's possession?
What if I just wanna be perfect, and glory
Remains in my heart and in my brain no longer?"
And now, dear reader, you are gonna notice
New highness of tones of the voice of your poetess!
I'm happy to speak in my passionate vein:
The eyes of the legend are shining again!
"I'm looking at China, at the USA,
At Russia from Heaven, from the sky again!
I thank you so much, oh my dearest friend!
I feel that my torments have come to the end!
You have cheered me up! Well, I wish you success!
Go on! Break your vices! Be bold and progress!
And glory, if needed, will meet you one day!
The main thing'll be happiness brought by your way!
Let your soul and body eternally fuse;
The union, be strong!"
"I can't see you, Bruce!"
"You will wake up soon. So, it's high time to part!"
"Farewell!"
Then I felt stronger beat of my heart.
I'm still in my bed, and the Sun is in rise.
I am breathing deeply, with half-opened eyes.
The nightdream was magic: all looked just like real!
I'd listen to the legend of kung fu with thrill!
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I'll tell you, my reader, that I should admit:
There's someone whom I would be happy to meet
(While dreaming because I can't do otherwise) -
The master of kung fu, the legend I prize.
So, let me imagine: he met me one night
And started a talk just in front of my sight:
"You're welcome, my dear. What would you like to say?"
I'll probably answer the following way:
"Oh, Sir Lee Jun-Fan, lots of greetings from me!
I cannot imagine what gifts to give thee!
Your body and spirit conspicuously fuse
In the strongest union..."
"Call me just Bruce.
You wanted to get me for you to define
How you can be given the glory of mine."
"Well, maybe..."
"OK, I can give you a hand.
But you'll never beat me - you should understand."
"No, Bruce, kung fu can be just mentioned, not more.
Perfection of mind is what I'm yearning for.
Please, don't judge my logic though it may seem weak,
Just now I'll explain..."
"Do not hurry to speak.
I've understood: you want no borders for mind.
And I could do something of what you are blind.
You're standing before me so that I could say
How I could develop myself in this way."
"Yes, certainly! You're a great sage, after all!"
"Please, don't overpraise me, my flatterering girl!
'Cause wisdom is not that I always possessed..."
"Why should we talk nonsense? You're really the best!
Your wisdom is true."
"Do not argue, my friend.
A sickness may have led to my early end.
And I am, of course, here the only to blame
'Cause I made my body stay always in flame.
You're burning with passion. But still do not chase:
I was thirty two when I ended my days.
It's maybe the way human should not behave,
It's maybe just me who drew my path to grave."
"But it does not matter for me when to die.
Bruce, do not convince me: that's fruitless to try.
What's more, who can prove what could happen to you?
Nobody's aware of what's really true."
"I also don't know it. But one truth exists:
No fight can appear without clenched fists.
My fate has presented me plenty of fans
But I could not see its most wonderful glance."
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Your mother and father have both passed away
But you had good friendship relations...
You are young but your life made you find the way
That was full of hardships and tensions...
You'd been going so long, you were full of dreams,
All work that you did was so tiring...
To tell you the truth, my soul is full of sins
But I can't resist the admiring!
Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you
Because your heart has been immortal!
Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You
When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan!
I'm proud of you as you could spare all things
That will spoil next generations...
I'm proud 'cause you are not so rich as kings
But you have the other posessions:
You're able to worship for those who are kind
And those who are cruel and wicked...
You're able to wish every time in your mind:
"Be blessed everybody who need it!"
Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you
Because your heart has been immortal!
Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You
When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan!
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Once I fell in love
When I was so innocent and very young…
When I fell in love,
I was flying everywhere like a dove…
I was searching for a place for my dreams just like an absent-minded girl…
And that wasn’t all…
When I fell in love,
Only you were really visiting my mind…
When I fell in love,
I was trying to meet you to make a light…
It was such a touching light
In my little but a brightly burning heart…
It was so hot…
It was so hot…
Many years passed,
Now I can’t feel the same feelings I felt last…
That was in the past,
I forgot the boy whom sometime I could trust…
And today I cannot dream
Like a little angel or an absent-minded girl…
And that is all…
And that is all…
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And now, dear reader, I should beg your pardon
For changing the rhythm - it will not be so ardent.
You will notice calm tones of my speaking dealings,
And Bruce, I believe, will get no painful feelings;
Conversely, my pathos is not to his liking,
He's telling me only:
"Fame is painful striking:
It will ruin your life just like spoiling my own.
You don't maybe pity your kinsfolk at all
But tell me the truth: would you really desire
To talk to the person you greatly admire?"
"Yes, Bruce, I don't doubt, and I have sad emotions
For your quick deceasing..."
"I'm pricked by my conscience.
And if your fate gives you a lot of such glory,
You'll feel all the grief, all the rue of my story:
Imagine your fan wants a good conversation
But you're just a corpse that has gone through cremation.
Remorse will not let you alone; veneration
May be even more than in your generation;
But you won't be happy; you don't see the fire
But Hell is a place where I am now mired."
"I've understood all! My praise doesn't bring you gladness!
You just want to get rid of this hellish sadness!
If only I could, I would really endeavour
To let you know that I've killed my views forever!"
"Don't tell me a lie. I'm aware of your nature:
'It's hard to persuade you' - this is your portraiture."
"Oh, yes, I'm so sorry, I've said something wrong..."
"But you have admitted it, not waiting long."
"I lied but it was not for purpose, believe me!"
"I see. You and me are both no longer children.
The teacher is here, you should know, me today,
Your parents at home are these ones, anyway.
"I guess that you wanna me keep silent, don't you?"
"You're right. Though my words may have probably hurt you,
But if you consider that I am a sage,
You should know: each bird always has its own cage.
If I'm an example for you, then remember
What you read from January to December:
Though not being calm, I respected my elders;
What's more, I was faithful to my rules and tenets.
Just being yourself, you'll enhance your resemblance
With me. Let my words be a pleasant remembrance:
Each person is wonderful by his own nature
Though Heaven's impossible for him to capture.
My dear, be polite and be merciful, really;
Your soul won't be poor - I believe it sincerely!
And let your strong enemy not be forgotten:
This enemy's vanity that makes you rotten.
I see that you would like to ask me a question."
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This song was written when I was 15. That time I liked a lot of things connected with Japan. Certainly, I was inspired by this mysterious country. Music: ON/OFF - Eien no Setsuna.
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You're flourishing, developing
In all spheres of our life.
You can stay the same and be changeable
'Cause you're Japan, you are so fine.
You can't imagine how I want to fly
Above the sea, under your eastern sky!
Under your eastern sky...
Chorus:
Yes, I'm here but my soul is where
These islands make me feel
That though I'm here, my heart is there -
In the eastern sea.
In the eastern sea!
II
No doubt that you are very wise.
Besides, you're wonderful and nice.
Let us just see your lovely parks
At sakura's blooming times.
You can't imagine how I want to fly
Above the sea, under your eastern sky!
Under your eastern sky...
Chorus.
Music.
Chorus.
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