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Cash down the wind - mp3 (to play the mp3's, use "Save As")

Cash down the wind
Amongst the saints and guilty sinners,
Cash down the wind:
There's a cape of golden hope.

Cash down the wind:
Just let him go in evening glimmer,
This way, where tails of comets drop.

Cash down the wind
Bypassing ivory watchtowers,
Cash down the wind:
Exclaiming my surprised reproach.

Cash down the wind:
Just let him do what he desires
In dream that only love could touch.

A daring alone city stranger,
The bearer of rainbow cloak,
Delicate angel of daily vogue.


From day to day
Life is gray:
Inside this mess, you feel so tired...
Nevertheless, until retired,
My songs will stay cool way.

A daring alone city stranger,
The bearer of rainbow cloak,
My daily angel of charming vogue.


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My friend - mp3 [SIZE="1"](Андрюха, это для тебя!)[/size]

One more tiresome day ends with evening exhaustion
And you wander the alleys in search for some rest,
All the thrills of the past bring no lively emotions
And the ones who have gone can't be ever replaced.

My friend
Doesn't think it's the end
And drinks through the night
Partying with me...


Settled down sea town in dark everlasting
Forms and raises the fist of its battleship fleet,
Time will flash through the strings bringing songs back to life being
As new turn of the quest we'll have to complete.

My friend
Doesn't think it's the end
And drinks through the night
Partying with me...


My friend
Never wants to lament
And drinks all the night
Partying with me.


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My rock-n-roll - mp3

A brand new page on living stage
I'm drawing with charcoal:
My rock'n'roll isn't a goal
And neither a purpose.

Frost breath, cold winds, bell's midnight calls,
A thrilling thunderstorm...
But sea is my home
And for the love it's one blue dead rose.

The words will drop as summer rain
And wash my heart from timeless pain
As nightwinds bring this song across the ocean.
Inside my sight slight hope of blending
The trace of an eternal waiting
The one that's gone'n'rose again.


A step that covers all
Relations of two souls
In my voyage
I will recall past vows of devotion
Unable to retain control
I walk onboard in nightly stroll
Immersing my hands in waves of the ocean.

The words will drop as summer rain
And cleanse my heart from parting flame
As nightwinds spread this chant across the ocean.
Inside my sight slight hope of blending
The trace of an eternal waiting
That's gone to come in Sun again.


It came and passed,
Lost in the past
Amongst those lonely notes:
My rock'n'roll isn't a goal
And neither a purpose.

The dreams came true, I've met with you -
How could I be alone?
Yet sea is my home,
And for the love it's one blue sunk rose.

The sea is my home
And for the love it's way too frozen.

The sea is my home
And for the love it's just blue sunk rose.

The sea is my home
Though for long love it's kind of dead rose.

The sea is my home
And for hot love it's one blue dead rose.

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Post by eyespeaker »

одного слога не хватает во второй строчке двустишия финального для совпадения с оригинальной мелодикой. а вообще, опять ты чужую поэтику перетащил в свою саньясинскую тему. ты неисправим, Тагор :) Но интересно.
Качнись рукой не от огня, качнись от света.
Монеты осени звенят - в продаже лето.
От капли тонкого вина в стакане чайном
И поднимается в меня сезон молчанья.

Фотограф выставит декор, мы вставим лица
И к югу ртутным косяком кочуют птицы.
А дачи в озере стоят над непогодой
И губы истринских наяд - со вкусом соды.

Пустынный пригород в окне дрожит и мокнет.
И только ясени в огне никак не смолкнут.
Над головами - птичий крест, кольцо с дождями.
Не выдаст Бог, свинья не съест нас с желудями.

Сергей Кулеев
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