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Angel Without a Wing
I am returning to my childhood.
I see the days flying back.
I am breaking my heart,
It aches to walk all alone.
I am like an angel without a wing.
Why did you hurt me?
Among the stars, the call of bitter tears
Was blown away by the wind.
Though there are shivers on my skin,
My tears are glittering with light.
You should know I’ll remain the same -
A pure angel from heaven.
I am like an angel without a wing.
Why did you hurt me?
Among the stars, the call of bitter tears
Was blown away by the wind.
Small
Prince
On my planet, which is just a little larger than me,
There are only three volcanoes and grass and nothing more.
I watch the sunset forty-three times a day.
Please draw me a lamb – it will be like a brother to me.
My planet lacks even toads
But has a plenty of baobab seeds.
If a baobab grows here, I’ll die of melancholy,
And my planet will be torn to pieces by the baobab roots.
There is a fantastically beautiful flower on my planet,
It has thorns, but they are not a barrier for power,
And my brother-lamb will eat it, having understood nothing.
Please draw an armor for my flower.
I’m a small prince.
I’m so lonely
In the sea of passions,
In the world of anxiety.
I have seen many planets already,
But none of them turned out to be better than mine.
I have got tired of my planet and decided to flow away
Together with migratory birds
In order to see the world.
I was flying above the Earth, rising higher and higher.
I was shouting to them, but nobody heard me.
The surrounding world is full of thriving lie, vanity, and vices,
And everybody has a fixed time for life.
My fairy flower turned out to be an ordinary rose,
And the lines of my wonderful verses were just a prose.
I’m a small prince.
I’m so lonely
In the sea of passions,
In the world of anxiety.
I have seen many planets already,
But none of them turned out to be better than mine.
Princess
She wanted to describe
How the sun dies when sets,
How freely she breathes while it is in the sky
And how bitterly she cries lying in the bed at night.
She wanted to write
About all unrealized dreams of the world,
About ships that put out to sea long ago
And about sailors looking sadly
At the horses running at large.
Princess, don’t stand at the window.
Princess, don’t cry for nothing.
The winter will again give way to spring,
And the nature will blossom as usually.
But she had not enough dreams,
And her life consisted of only frozen and broken-up words
And was too poor in colors
To make her paint a picturesque portrait.
She considered herself more tender than night
And more beautiful than the moon
And couldn’t understand
How she had got to a sinful earth
From a beautiful mysterious land.
Princess, don’t stand at the window.
Princess, don’t cry for nothing.
The winter will again give way to spring, And the nature will blossom as usually.
Sage
Once upon a time there lived a great sage
Who used to say:
“Some day everything will end.
You needn’t puzzle over your fate, -
Everybody who can patiently wait
Will get everything in due time.”
He lived placidly in a hut
Among beautiful rocks
And tried to learn the meaning of life,
Looking at the stars in silence.
He was always alone
‘Cause he couldn’t stand people
And lived believing in miracles.
He lived in this way far from vanity ten years,
And all this time he believed
That all his great dreams would be realized.
One warm summer day
He suddenly became fantastically rich:
When planting an apple-tree,
He discovered a buried treasure.
Some time after, he built a palace among the rocks
But still repeated:
“Some day everything will end.
You needn’t puzzle over your fate, -
Everybody who can patiently wait
Will get everything in due time.”
PoplarAt the crossing of two roads
I stand like a poplar in the wind.
Again I failed to do this
And I’ve lost my final game.
It seems I am not like others:
I laugh where one should cry,
I walk in the opposite direction,
I don’t ask, don’t believe, and don’t fear...
I don’t ask, don’t believe, and don’t fear...
There is no one I should blame,
There is no one I should forgive.
I know I can change nothing,
Therefore I will not promise what I can’t do.
There is no sense in waiting
When a new trouble comes.
I’ll take a one-way ticket
And fly away forever,
And fly away forever.
Somewhere in the depth of my heart
Sparkles of fire are burning down.
There is no reason for deep offense.
There is just no place for me here,
There is just no place for me here.
Old
Calendar
I look at an old calendar,
Which counted off a year of my life.
How much suffering, disappointment, and adversity
I had last year!
The old calendar hangs before me.
Each date in it is printed in black.
All the year, somebody’s shadow
Hung over me even on Sundays.
The old calendar looks into my eyes
And speaks with me silently.
I remember my past life,
And my soul is burning of these memories.
I look at the old calendar,
Which counted off a year of my life,
And my eyes fill with tears
When I think about my future.
I Repeat Your Name
I repeat your name
In the silent darkness at nights,
When the stars gather near the Moon
For drinking water.
And at that time it seems to me
That I’m a void with sounds and pain only
Or that I’m mad clocks
That have to song about the past.
I repeat your name
In the silent darkness at nights,
And it sounds so distantly
As has never sounded yet.
This name is farther than the stars
And is sadder than the tired rain.
I’m so much afraid of looking like clocks
That have to sing about the past.
I repeat your name
In the silent darkness at nights,
Will I’ll be able to love you the same way
As we could love formerly?
And what kind will my love be? –
I know it will be gentle and light.
I’m so much afraid of looking like clocks
That have to sing about the past.
I repeat your...
Lullaby
Sleep, my baby-boy, fall asleep.
Let you see nice dreams –
A small pink elephant in the garden...
Hushaby...
Sleep, my baby-girl, fall asleep.
Let you see nice dreams –
A small golden fish in the pond...
Hushaby...
Autumn Leaf
(this song was earlier released in the album “Mama”)
The world has broken up into thousands of fragments,
Only emptiness has been left in the eyes...
My soul feels as if it were pricked by needles.
Where has the beauty disappeared?
I am torn by melancholy,
I am torn to shreds.
Like an autumn leaf in the wind,
I’m playing a strange game.
Like an autumn leaf in the wind,
I’ll erase myself from the memory.
Scraps of incomprehensible thoughts
About someone who is very lonely
Are flowing around me in a stream,
Striking me as if by electric discharge.
I am torn by melancholy,
I am torn to shreds.
Like an autumn leaf in the wind,
I’m playing a strange game.
Like an autumn leaf in the wind,
I’ll erase myself from the memory.
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