I invite you… (121)

didnt work .. I just sang big naked mama with ginormous knockers and didnt see a thing ..

mayb you have to be Mongolian ..

Have never thought that it’s a waltz, but it is. Here’s a French version (just to make it easier to digest):




And here’s the original:




Most adequate translation to a “civilized” language (to the curious):

A song about a friend (Translation by Andrey Kneller)


If your friend just became a man,
Not a friend, not a foe,- just so,
If you really can't tell from the start,
If he's strong in his heart,-
To the peaks take this man - don't fret!
Do not leave him alone, on his own,
Let him share the same view with you -
Then you'll know if he's true.

If the guy on the peak got weak,
If he lost all his care - got scared,
Took a step on the frost - got lost,
Tripped and screamed in exhaust,-
Then the one you held close is false,
Do not bother to yell - expel,-
We can't take such aboard, and in short
We don't sing of his sort.

If the guy didn't whine nor pine,
He was dull and upset, but went,
When you slipped from the cliff,
He heaved, holding you in his grip;
If he walked right along, seemed strong,
On the top stood like he belonged,-
Then, whenever the chances are slim
You can count on him!


...sitting here wiht fever 40.3... sell when it'll be 40.5...

I invite you lot to Razzel Dazzel...

Not a waltz, but…

Canova da Milano, Vavilov, Grebentchikov:
”Under blue sky…”

These songs are different, but… they are also similar: they both contain “gipsy” tunes, the same refrain, among other things. But again, it’s 2 different songs.

Just for comparison:

A beginner writer Kolya Sarkozin came to a redactor with his autobiography called “Eh, madafaka!”

The redactor leafed through the manuscript and then said: “Well… everything’s all right, but the title… let’s remove “Eh”. It sounds too Gipsy”