monicadumitre (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

I said the same regarding la langue francaise for la grande musique francaise. Good luck!

SearchingTheTruth85 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

Я тоже думала, а вот если бы он был....и внутри понимала, что нет.. Судьба -мудрая чертовка- и каждому отводит свой век. Кстати, мне 23 и Высотского открыла совсем недавно. удивительно!

SearchingTheTruth85 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

Я думаю, Высотский и Шоубиз два понятия абсолютно несовместимые. Если бы он и был жив, я думаю, он был бы где-нибудь в стороне, очень в стороне. быть может, даже скрылся бы от глаз. Помните он пел:"я не люблю манежи и орены-на них мильон меняют по рублю..".

zahuatoba73 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

Bello, pero, que dice...

twiksa90 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

4. Just as seven plump full moonsLight my way so I can see,Its the bird called GamayunThats bringing hope to me.My souls battered by loss that follows loss of old;My souls scoured, tumbled and rolled;If this shred wears so thin that it bleedsI will patch it up with scraps made of the purest goldSo the Lord sees it more frequently.

twiksa90 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

3. So I stand as if before an endless riddle now,Before a land thats great and full of marvels too;For its salty and its sweet, its tangy, bitter, sour,And its malty, pure as water, clear and blue.Through thick, rusty mud horses are lumbering;Though they sink in the dirt stirrup-deepThey bear me through this land that is slumbering,Thats dissolved and grown puffy from sleep.

twiksa90 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

2. Just as seven strings in tuneRing in turn familiarly,Its the bird called GamayunThats bringing hope to me.In the blue skies where the bell towers are piercing holesTheres a copper bell; what is that it tolls?Is it happiness or is it misery?Russian domes are always covered in the purest goldSo the Lord sees them more frequently.

twiksa90 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

translation on english (not my)1. How should I gaze this present day, how should I breathe the airAs it sticks and feels like lead before thunder?What should I sing about today, what would I hear there?Wise birds sing, although they come from tales of wonder.The Sirin bird eyes me cheerfully grinning wide,Bringing joy as she calls from her nest;But the dark Alkonost on the other sideBlights the soul with regret and distress.

Machike57 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

НАСТОЯЩИЙ, потому как до надрыва ЧЕСТНЫЙ, что трудно и ценно во все века и во всех народах.

Messermephisto (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)

I'm already doing so :-D