ARKHANGELSK (Russian city)

Arkhangelsk-city is sleeping
A star shining in the sky
Only consist is scratching,
Yeah…

A drunken man
Is going slowly
From faraway
His arm is dying to fight…


     I’ll go to the right side of the light river
     If you want to fly – wings are not heavy
     But stars are still far from today


Arkhangelsk-city is still alive
Arkhangelsk-city is here
In this city was something
To eat (to be)...

In the city is firmament
Winter is sleeping in the city
You're fording
By yourself...


     I’ll go to the right side of the light river
     If you want to fly – wings are not heavy
     But stars are still far from today

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WHO ARE YOU ?

I saw you twice on the street
That sunny day
Maybe it was only a shadow of you
and a shadow of me

And I am in doubt
Do you belong to human race
Or do you come
From outer space?


     Who are you
     Does anybody know your way?
     Yesterday’s gone
     And here is today

     Where are you
     And where now is my point of view?
     What do I do
     To be OK?


Today it is raining again
All over the world
I cannot see the light of the star
In my wonderland

But I’m learning to fly
I feel the mountain and I’m climbing high
Maybe one day I’ll touch your hand


     Who are you
     Does anybody know your way?
     Yesterday’s gone
     And here is today

     Where are you
     And where now is my point of view?
     What do I do
     To be OK?

     If i really need
     To be OK?

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STREET OF DEAD DOGS.

Indistinct light, indistinct sound
Cosmetic move of extravagant hands
Electric view from an underground door
Non contact discharge , Finish knife under rib

     If you are accidentally not married
     at 6 o’clock be on the 5th Avenue
     Please don’t beat grandfather by a shovel
     I’ll call him on Saturday

Early morning, an imp climbs on a birch
Electric delight through the two letters “S”
And also there is a letter “X” on a lamp post
You should ask on the corner and you will be answered

     Sometimes you can meet in the evening
     Amazing girls
     You’ll remain only with one dime for the candles
     Which are burned all the bridges

If you’ll start in the darkness, you’ll wake up in the prison
Last watermelon was eaten by Tungus in Hawaii
Come in finally, this is full ahead…
But your bus has gone and ice-covered ground is in the country

     A new day, cart in the field
     Hello, small-people city
     Here all the KGB-men became taxi drivers
     And evildoers look like actors

     Port five and you’re already in the barracks
     And what about moon – you don’t care
     Dead dogs will start barking
     And copper spring will come

        Street of dead dogs...

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PALESTINA.

On a branch is a moody lilac
You are hiding a shadow in your eye somewhere in Palestina
The wind comes and everything will be wet by the rains
So, continuing of this story in on the run

Hello, amazing stump !
Day is already close to an end in the magic palaces
Rest on your oars, let a boat sail away
It was just the glass


     Palestina, Palestina
     A car is driving through the field
     The father had three sons
     And a daughter Malvina


The clouds are bustle in the sky
The sun has a form of drop, but your his hand is not falter
It seems that somebody will meet us now
Car service here is very good


       We do not fear death
        with the fruit milk from Lianosovo
          and we’ll listen Bjork…


     Palestina, Palestina
     A car is driving through the field
     The father had three sons
     And a daughter Malvina

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BLOODY MARY.
(Dutch Seeman's song)
Vocal - D.Shagin

Have any of you heard about Bloody Mary ?
She was a terror of the sea
And her boat brought only death
For passing vessels

     Sometimes Bloody Mary
     Was a terror of the sea
     Let’s drink for Bloody Mary
     And for all the things she did

People called her Bloody Mary
Because she shed a lot of blood
She swore and fought like a boatswain
Yes, so it was

     Sometimes Bloody Mary
     Was a terror of the sea
     Let’s drink for Bloody Mary
     And for all the things she did

     Dat was dan Bloody Mary,
     ze was de schrik der zee
     Dus drink op Bloody Mary
     en op alles wat ze deed.

But one day after the lunch
She fell overboard and sank
She sank like a stone
Because she couldn’t swim

     Sometimes Bloody Mary
     Was a terror of the sea
     Let’s drink for Bloody Mary
     And for all the things she did

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AUGUST.

In the end of summer words became yellow (like a leaves)
Rootman* understands where his head is
It seems that nature is right

At the end of summer friends are leaving
The main task now, to know exactly where is a East
let the calendar loose it’s leaves


     August – it knows everything
     August – it knows everything
     One more attempt – and you are saved
     August – it knows everything


The summer is wearing a green beret
And inside the beret is a “Beretta” (gun) – that is your portrait
And it was so 3000 years

Remains only convert into a ray
Here is my melody, but notes have nothing to do with it
It means under the corner begins rising


     August – it knows everything
     August – it knows everything
     One more attempt – and you are saved
     August – it knows everything

*Rootman - hero of famous Russian song - man who lost his head.

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EQUIVALENCE OF SPACE AND TIME.
(Music by Raymond Van Het Groenewoud, lyrics by E.D.Marchenko)

Incredibility of meetings
Incredibility of fates
Incredibility is here
Incredibility will be

Incredible sin
Incredible tambourine
More incredible are those places
Where we will be with you

Incredibility of themes
Incredibility of fables
Incredible noise
Became familiar and clear to me

Incredibility of schemes
Incredibility of trill
Incredibility of a place
Where we sang with you

Incredibility of “yes”
Incredibility of “if”
Everything will sound in a place
Where thoughts are possible...

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VYATKA.(Russian city)

Evening substation,
You didn’t wait for this meeting
But it was so

If parallel rails come together
The train won’t want to go there

And evening is fresh
Like before a thunderstorm
And sergeant give up on you –
Good luck to you, investigator !


     With the purpose of getting
     new movement rhythms
     We are flying touching the Earth

     Machinist was diligent
     And overtaking unavoidable
     And it’s too late to use the emergency brake
     If you are not drunk


You passed slightly farther
You don’t accept lies
You want to find your way

If the rivers flow back
It’s very hard for a man
To stand fast on a stormy border

But it’s already the station
And you have to exit the train
And sergeant give up on you –
Good luck to you, investigator !


     With the purpose of getting
     new movement rhythms
     We are flying touching the Earth

     Machinist was diligent
     And overtaking unavoidable
     And it’s too late to use the emergency brake
     If you are not drunk

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BREDA.(city in Holland)

Parachute layer must make no mistakes
And moonwalk is your in point of fact
And it seems that nature is right as usual

Oh, those jewelers, they are going somewhere
What a beautiful city is Breda in the evening
On the river-quay you can hear the words


     Hello, hello, overcast day
     I want to get dead drunk, but I’m too lazy to go
     Please take me to the light river
     But I’ll go there without luggage


After India to the left is a brick road
Let’s wait, my Queen, we are almost there
And we are coming soon shining into the prohibited area

You listen to the voice of flute, you listen to the voice of violin
You can see taiga-smiles in the letter from Honduras
And it means everything should be ok and you can forget your sorrow


     Hello, hello, sunny day
     It’s time for blooming, but I’m too lazy to go
     It our evil tale was punished
     A blind painter knows – he’s lucky


Railroad drive you towards the dawn tracery
   like a magic corridor.

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VERTICAL RACES (Wall of Death).

You are Milim*, my green angel
We are racing higher and higher on the straight road
We are racing farther and farther on the straight road
And I don’t think this is the way home.

There is dawn in the window
We have time, but haven't any result
Third year we haven't any result
Greetings to you, house-manager!


     Vertical races
          Give angle 75 degrees
     I saw that Lilith** climbed on the wall
          And was preparing to jump

     Vertical races
          What else can I break here
     Laureate of parricide
          Is crying cock-a-doodle-doo


Leaves over the window are turning green
And our planet moves very slowly
The month will convert to 2 months soon
Please read out my permissions

And when tram will gather its speed
I’m sure – this should be paradise
And spring will of course be limitless
And be sure, Milim will come !


     Vertical races
          Give angle 75 degrees
     I saw that Lilith climbed on the wall
          And was preparing to jump

     Vertical races
          What else can I break here
     Laureate of parricide
          Is crying cock-a-doodle-doo

*St. Milim - fabricated holy man

**Lilith - first girl (before Eva)

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NEW YORK.

4 o’clock. Shall I break the day ?
There are a lot of possibilities as never before
What does it matter to Russian people for Russian people

6:35 . The Building shadowed.
In one hour should rise blind star
What does it matter of black girls for our children


     But the helicopter goes round like a sun speckle
     Hope, my boy, the water will spill

     In three days they will go out there
     So, the wonder will finish
     And it’s a trouble


7:23. What are we speaking for?
Here green and red come together
What does it matter to pure boys for our ideas

9:12. And finally is the gong.
I wasn’t here, but I saw the movie
What does it matter to Russian people for Russian people


Sincere view
From a light prison
We’re already absent here
And people who are here are most probably not us (dumb)


     But the helicopter goes round like a sun speckle
     Hope, my boy, the water will spill

     In three days they will go out there
     So, the wonder will finish
     And it’s a trouble

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73.

Seventy three – this is a latitude
Again we are very busy
The song is simple, and the thought is clear –
We should go through the marginal ice

Who’ll come to help us now
At first glance – the mission is simple
Only old strange cat can help us
He is in scarlet brocade, but without a tail


     But Jack built this house not in vain
     And we’ll not become older now
     But our tomorrow is spanned by ice
     And ice – is a death


We can’t calculate the revolutions
Even in one minute we have so many
Flame of fight, smoke from a pipe –
And the enemy image was melted


     But Jack built this house not in vain
     And we’ll not become older now
     But our tomorrow is spanned by ice
     And ice – is a death

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THIRD MOVE.

There are a lot of lyrics in my mailbox
But their server hangs already for three years
That’s why blooming don’t come to me

I’ll go barefoot to the river
And will follow the vessels
And after that grey-haired web-master gives the command to: Fire !


     I’m getting via e-mail delivery
     Lao-Tsy and Feng Shui
     There is a new century,
     So, don’t be naughty

     I see the breakdown lasts too long,
     But they promised to repair everything by the morning
     I have lost my log in
     For celestial forces.ru


Let's moderator stop treaten us
And hide his big plus-thrower*
Today is second day of the Moon, so we will win

One dawn is passing after another
Modem is growling like a wolf-pack
Single side band - and your channel is ready


     I’m getting via e-mail delivery
     Lao-Tsy and Feng Shui
     There is a new century,
     So, don’t be naughty

     I see the breakdown lasts too long,
     But they promised to repair everything by the morning
     I have lost my log in
     For celestial forces.ru

*Plus-thrower - is a gun of Moderator

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ROZES ARE QUIET HERE.

In the sunny morning someone is leaving his home
Wind is so fresh and the view is incredibly beautiful
Someone has a flight to Leningrad,
     Someone devil drive to inferno
Bunch of banana and drop on a brow – something is wrong

But in some years
     Jack of diamonds appears
And yesterdays Fox has gone from the Astoria-restaurant without a coat.


Rapas-Bird* over Vila Franco Do Campo**
Rainbow, rain and Atlases are run into a circle
But during the next dawn,
     maybe already in January
All chains will break and the bow will shoot


     Flowers are growing upside down,
     Everything is so strange
     This way, my friend, this way


On Mondays the truth is out there
Here and now – how long ago it was !
There is no past anymore,
     and the dawn is coming
We are so drunk, we don’t remember our faces

Space went down,
     but it doesn’t matter anymore
Volcano-living people should go to the cinema


     Flowers are growing upside down,
     Everything is so strange
     This way, my friend, this way

*Rapas-Bird. Rapas - guy (Portuguese). I knew one Rapash, but he refused to be a bird ;)

**Vila Franco Do Campo - ancient capitol of Azores.

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Album "Kungaki" /1997/

(many thanks to Mr. Anthony Chorley for English version verifying)