Song Lyrics

Live rightly, be content with what you have, live freely, keep both freedom and honor. Don’t grieve, don’t envy those who are richer, or poorer than you — there are countless of th

How fearsome are these fetters of life For us to drag on in solitude. To share mirth — all are ready: No one wants to share sorrow. Alone I stand here, like an airy king, Sorrows

Dreams and tears, Flowers and reveries I give to you. From a quiet caress And a tender fairy tale I burn entirely. And how much torment The sacred sounds Inflict on me! But with wo

The month rinses its face in a puddle, Lilac satin shines from the sky. I stand unwanted by anyone, Lonely and drunk, alone. There's little good in life, Pain won't drown in damne

The windows fogged up. Outside — the moon. And you stand without purpose by the window. Wind. Drooping, arguing, a row of gray birches. There was so much sorrow… So many tears… A

I don't regret, I don't call, I don't cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Seized by the gold of withering, I will no longer be young. You won't beat so ha

A whisper, a timid breath, The nightingale’s trill, Silver and the gentle sway Of a sleepy stream, Night light, nighttime shadows, Shadows without end, A row of magical changes On

You remember, You remember everything, of course, How I stood Pressed close to the wall, How you paced the room restlessly And threw something sharp Into my face. You said: It's t

The night shone. The garden was full of moon. There lay Rays at our feet in a parlor without lights. The piano was fully open, and its strings trembled, As did our hearts at your s

O spring without end and without edge — A dream without end and without edge! I recognize you, life! I accept you! And I greet you with the clang of a shield! I accept you, failur

In the depths of heaven — a cup invisible to the eye; It waits there ready for each of us. So, my friend, when your hour comes, Press your lips to its rim without a murmur. No one

Like smoke from a dreamy cigar, You drifted through my every dream, Bearing love's cruel blows from afar With a fiery smile on your lips, it would seem. But I — alas! — was dead t

A whisper, a timid breath, The nightingale’s trill, Silver and the gentle sway Of a sleepy stream, Night light, nighttime shadows, Shadows without end, A row of magical changes On

Come on kiss me, kiss me, hear, Let I'm hurt, let I am bleeding, Cold's inside, it isn't greeting boiling heart and falling tear. Mug is overturned in revel, But their fun is not

A blue flame has begun to whirl, Homeland's distant shores forgot. For the first time I have sung of love, For the first time I renounce a brawl. I was all — like an abandoned gar

Tattoo artist, ink church domes on me, Next to them a miracle-working cross with icons, So the bells would ring there With their flowing chimes and peals. Ink me a little house by

I'll close my eyes, I'll forget the grievances, I'll forgive even what isn't worth forgiving. Come to my home, my doors are open, I'll sing songs for you and treat you to wine. Com

So you backed down, you square, Am I not good enough for you? Look me in the eyes, Stop babbling about fate. With you, my little cop, I got my wires crossed, Tied a knot so tight L

On a cold, wet evening I saw you under the arch, When along Ligovka with a friend I was riding on the tram. We needed luck for the job, I was already ready to bluff, I was shufflin

A state house stands before me, And a central prison too. Not a kopeck to my name, And a long road lies ahead. Fog has fallen over the cliff, The horses picked up their pace, I'd

Tattoo artist, ink church domes on me, Next to them a miracle-working cross with icons, So the bells would ring there With their flowing chimes and peals. Ink me a little house by

You'll come up to the fence, You'll wave your hand at me, You'll smile as always, And cry out: "Hello!" "Hello, my kind one, Hello, my dear one!" Don't be sad — it's all clear anyw

You had so much desire in you, And the moon shone above us, When, coming to a date while we were courting, I gave you roses as a gift. You seemed so serious, You shook your head in

Let's be silent and it will all come true, believe me, There are happy days in this world, After bitter and hard losses They return once again. Their road is not so long, The miles

Fog in Petersburg, snow and frost in Moscow, In Tver they're tormented by thirst... Hung over, all of Somenka, Ploshchad and Yuzhny, And on Proletarka — dry mouth. We pour vodka,

Spring has come again, and rays of warmth Look trustingly into my window. Again my chest will tighten And sadness will creep into my soul, Memory will walk with me. It will walk,

— All rise! The court is in session. The accused is citizen Klinskikh Yuri Nikolaevich, born in sixty-four, under Article 104 of the RSFSR Criminal Code. Citizen Klinskikh, your fi

The other day I turned sixteen, I wanted a two-wheeled clunker. I went to my daddy and said — buy it for me, Save up a bit for my Java. My daddy was an aging alcoholic, But luckil

From behind the forest rides the mounted militia, Get on all fours, girls — time for rehearsal! I came to the collective farm named after Michurin, Knew I'd get fucked — my heart t

It was good, it was so easy, But they threw a noose around our necks. Solar fire, the atmosphere's armor — It struck, but could not break through the fog. And the dead moon barely

Your call came at night, I heard your voice in the receiver. After all, I waited for it! You forgot about the dispute, You asked for a meeting. Yes! I knew it! Let the wind tear t

Nothing to do in the village, we're sitting pretty merry, You said: «Maybe we'll find some moonshine?» Why the hell do we need that crap? Better look at nature: Here in the village

In the evening sadness finds us, sometimes, sometimes... The heart aches, the heart longs for home, for home... The wind howls over the barracks, The BMP will clang its tracks at

I'm no drunkard and no boozer, Vodka and wine are not for me. I've got an ulcer — I can't get wasted, Though I'd love to, believe me, friends. So all that's left is shooting up an

Once I was riding on the night before Christmas, Urging my horse with a carriage whip. A dark forest stands across my path: Someone in that woods howls and screams. I rode to my d

A cigarette flickers in the dark, The wind threw ashes in my face, And the charred filter on my fingers Left me a burn. With a creak of steel, the door opened, You walk in, you ar

The familiar creak of the lock Wakes me up again, Once more sorrow weighs on my heart Of a prisoner's day. I remember that day, I'll never forget that day, How I covered for my fr

A village lay hidden among dreadful woods, There by pure chance arrived A buyer of antique clocks, Searching for them everywhere for a museum. He couldn't help but marvel At the mi

A cry like thunder: — Give the people rum! They simply must Drink their rum! — Ladies and gentlemen! Truly, what nonsense! All the food is gone, The cellar's run dry of rum. It's

The wind tore my cap from my head, I wanted love, but it all went wrong. I know nothing in life can be undone, And now I have only one path left… Taking a run, I'll jump off the c

In an overgrown park stands an ancient house. The windows are boarded up, and darkness reigns there forever. I tried to say: "There are no monsters on earth," But at once a dreadfu

The boat creaks near the pier. A moonlit night — dread's beginning. I stand in gloom, staring at the water. There's no reflection of me in it, Only the bitterness of defeat. So why

You say I'm a demon? That's right! You'll never have any luck with me. Forever my calling is evil and revenge, For a demon it cannot be otherwise! What did I do to deserve the fat

A blind old mage Wandered through the woods at night. At the graveyard he spilled A magic elixir, And only muttered: "What have I done, old fool…" Hoy! Hoy-hoy! Corpses came aliv

A dark, gloomy corridor, On tiptoe, like a thief, I creep along, barely breathing, So as not to startle Those who've been asleep so long, Those who still care, Whose room I secretl

Thunder roars, Lightning flashes in the night, And on the hill a madman stands and cries: "I'll catch you in my bag right now, And you'll sparkle inside it, I so want you to become

Two thieves, having boldly escaped the chase, Decided to split the stolen gold. At the old graveyard, in the evening hour, They sat side by side on an abandoned grave. And it seeme

Your black dress — and silk slid over your skin You were so beautiful, with the graceful curve of your shoulder And I was always busy, gloomy, dissatisfied and complicated And I de

Your breath on my neck, with every minute only warmer to me Fingers slide along the curves of your collarbones In our story there are no more boundaries Beyond divine grains and sl

And if we're like magnets Why do we proudly stay silent? Grown-ups now just walk away without even looking for reasons And if we're like magnets Why does it pull us together again?