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Аквариум



"Aquarium or Akvarium (Russian: Аква́риум) is a Russian rock group formed in Leningrad (now Saint Petersburg, Russia) in 1972. The band had many member changes over its 40-year history, and at the end the only remaining original member was lead singer and founder Boris Grebenshikov."

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"Мама я не могу больше пить" из альбома "Беспечный русский бродяга" (2006) / "Mom, I cannot drink anymore" from album "Carefree Russian Rover" (2006)

Maybe it's the unofficial video.










Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, pour out all the drinks standing on table,
I cannot drink anymore.
I have an iron lasso on me,
I cross myself when I see a wineglass,
I'm not able to maintain this lie,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore.

The patriots will say I proved to be weak,
And I've practically sold my home country.
They feel easy, but I go down to the bottom.
I see how the thread is becoming all thinner.
I didn't play the fool,
For 35 years I worked all day long,
But I cannot kill an alien in myself,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore.

Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, call all my friends
And tell them that I cannot drink anymore.
Here it is - "Catcher in the Rye",
And there are knives under my bare feet,
I'm so tired of "living not by lie",
I cannot drink anymore.

Tell my brothers that now I've grown adult,
Tell the sister that I'm sick in my soul.
I might be an ordinary man
But I missed this role.
I've entered the endless forest,
I look upwards, but I cannot see the sky.
Tell in the church that devil stands in all doorways,
the Demon Alcohol.

Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore,
Mom, pour out all the drinks standing on table,
I cannot drink anymore.
I have an iron lasso on me
I cross myself when I see a wineglass,
I'm not able to maintain this lie,
Mom, I cannot drink anymore.

Translation by barsiscev.





"Девушка с веслом" из альбома "Лошадь белая" (2008) / "The Girl with an Oar" from album "A white horse" (2008)








The Girl with an Oar rides on a spirited horse
With her sword unsheathed, I see you came to me.
Come in my yard, knock in my window,
You see I don't sleep, waiting for you for a long time.

Tell me all the truth, not hiding anything.
How are they, the Prince of Tver, the Prince of Ryazan?
How are wires buzzing in the stepp?
How do the Germans and the Horde live in Moscow?

How does your friend live, the Pioneer with Trumpet?
He's all in the cracks, but he's still with you together.
Say hello to him from me,
Until now it's very hot from his fire.

I'll pour you some water from a well,
Take it into your Clean Ponds.
Let the silence shine there,
Let the Sun and the Moon take a walk there.

And whatever happen, hear me, don't be sad,
Dissect with oar the smooth streams in the sky,
Because your oar is like a dashing damask sword,
It'll recover all, and the things will go the best way.

The Girl with an Oar, you are beautiful one.
We are there especially to overcome it (to correct ourselves),
We are strong in our job.
Come to me more, The Girl with an Oar

Translation by barsiscev.





"Поутру в поле" из альбома (?) / "In the morning on the field" from album (?)
Possibly song is not included in any album.





Who could tell about ways of heart?
As it burned halfway to paradise
As it was singing to keep warm
How to dance on the edge

Wherever we went, everything was shallow
Wherever we come: all not what us need
And then our hands move apart branchs of tree
And we went out in the morning on the field

And we see power of a Cross in the morning on the field
In the morning on the field. Oh, my God, how beautiful!
God, how beautiful! My heart is on the freedom
And now we are in the morning on the field

"Crimson and white" came into my songs
We are not here for the parade
We stand together and we fall together
But I will sing to thee, if thou shalt be glad [to woman]

We are waist-deep in the grass and bare feet
And now we come, we dance with the gods
Heaven and earth - that is our share
We were given a freedom in the morning on the field
We were given a freedom in the morning on the field
We were given a freedom in the morning on the field

Translation by (?)




"Crimson and white" from poetry of Mayakovsky


NIGHT

Crimson and white have been tossed and crumbled,
into green they have flung ducats in handfuls,
and to black palms of windows running together
they have dealt burning yellow cards.
etc.