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I don't believe

by Boris Yermolovich

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I don't believe Our world is biggest theatre As one man said long ago I don't want to argue with him for a minute Speech of other man was bitter, when he saw bad actor's show, then he sorrowful words were:" I don't believe it!" In no case I cannot, no one gesture, no one phrase It's unnatural, vulgar scenes, I do not understand, what do they means This sad play goes on too long time and it has conflicting plot, so, perhaps, this story never end,who knows it. I don't like it from the first day. Absurd playings are a lot I have claim to stage direction,that composed it so no pride it's talentless, who can be satisfied To much tragic without goals, besides, someone gave actors not right roles If the false of leading actors is so clear, then what we wait from another little factors. Can we say about our state: "The results are really great, it was our aim, that we wanted create"
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Children of night Waiting prophet from tomorrow, We look at the eastern light Our father is black sorrow We are children of the night We feel something unexplaining, and with hope in our hearts, dying and regretting daily, we dream for those better worlds Our speeches are too daring. Youthful prophets will die soon for their too untimely erring and for their too early boon Resurrection of the buried, cock crow in most deepest dark, piercing cold, that morning carried, all is our presence mark We sing hymns and we groan loudly, for new beauty we break laws, when we cross the borders proudly, then we waiting for applause We are lure for discontenting, we can look like laughing-stock, spark for those, who is dissenting, altar went out and still smokes We are steps above the deep hole, light, we waiting for, is one When we see it just a little, then will die in rising sun
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Supporting role Dreams about the future, you always knew - hero on the movie screen could be you New chases, fightings, tragic love, and on a horse again You are superman, your mood is great, no gloom at all Wave of the hand and almost half of enemies are dead, their widows are sad behind the scene, fact is too small It's so cool to know that you are great star. It's not little profit, big house and car You strive for win all day and night and ardor eats your mind, when you try to find new enemy, without rest It's hardly to endure the pain, but for such aim you can come up with new plan and, hence, new test, and, hence, new test I would believe that heaven is kind to everyone as long as planets turns around the sun Where everyone is happy, where no main roles at all, where nobody is crappy, and that's all But role of someone's little, you do not always win because you are small tittle. Your place's behind the scene Luck can be very brittle, when life is sad routine And when the end of life comes near so scapeless, then you remember a familiar plot But in this catching movie you were nameless Role in the moment, that viewer forgot Your role was such invisible in classing. Perhaps you signed unfortunate contract. Your hero was just quickly shot in passing, cause to the film became more action-packed Oh, what a pity, you were killed so shortly. Your playing and your presence left no trace Why the creator didn't treat you courtly ? For audience can at least remember face
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I know, i know I know, i know, when my finger points to someone, when I talk, I can look like a rude stinker. It's by chance, but you are shocked After I was cursing strongly, then I felt not wrong too much But in truth, if speaking broadly, it's not civilly and such. It was just noise that sounded loudly I didn't start to punch You must make out it, listen I had the serious reason How wish that you could hunch But it's only my vision When I saw that lady's clothing's little dirty, little creased then I said it, it caused loathing but I only meant assist When I doubt the mental wisdom of someone who's known for all, I became a real victim of the public with their squall, because I hurt their nervous system, reducing jet set's role Their words were unconvincing, so I pronounced it, wincing but I relieved my soul Direct dislike is missing But you don't have to worry I would pronounce "so sorry" to stifle this sad story for everyone's redress I'm not looking for glory so I want to confess My " I am sorry"would be very boring Sometimes I can be tactless and prickly like a cactus more than or little bit it's truth and I admit it's truth and I admit But I hope that my weakness someday turn into meekness, someday turn into meekness, mistake will not repeat
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About authority Well I got the power, it was so not simple way, cause I had to show agility and brain Power is so good , but why do I need it today? To abuse it is the main I pushed with my elbows when they stepped on my heels. I was no matter what way to achieve it Pouring mud on others, I always remained clean Rivals were killed and this strengthened my spirit At your services my way's not new. Bread and circuses I give to the crowd and to you My bounless power cannot change my soul I'm simple guy, I just want full control I want simple adoration, just full dedication from my controlled nation Everyone applauds me gladly, everyone wishes me health, but he thinks about me badly and he waits my sooner death I just feel, vile foes around me, my subordinates think about the plotting hourly, want to take my place It gives me so deep depression, so for finest sleep I resort to due repressions and hard censorship That's all for you, my fellow citizens. It will be better, I suppose. You must believe me, I'm more smart than you. Besides, it will bе useful to extend my powers for the nation's calm defend In my honor build a tower Bring there a lot of flowers God gave me my power Every despot hides his deepest fear. He knows all own crimes. Nightmare is power and life disappear One, who wants to rule the country as long as he wants, using fear, repressions, propaganda's lie, that one will be hanged or poisoned or will have some shots Maybe, even without trial
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divan ode 04:08
Divan ode It's strange,when someone can be in love with his convenient divan. It is not only for sleeping, but it's my close and best friend. I say about warmest feeling. Rest is the best time, that I spend It's also the good place for meeting, there thoughts are born in the end There I forget my worst worry Divan retains many stories Some of them were enough roaring Ladies are not always mild But after little restoring I lie on my divan with smile and think about various theories, extending my curious mind Divan's is not large, not little has nice colour, needed height it's not hard, not soft, but middle, very pleasing to the eye In the center of my fellow I know principal big spring, Its upholstery's so mellow that I feel like a real king In hot summer I like one thing. I won't make a big mistake, if I will lie without blanket. I will sleep on it just naked Or in winter after dinner, being on it is not so bad. Then I feel myself as winner, covered with my lovely plaid
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God without religion Show me a new god, but not those famous, (I don't understand them all, talk from them is talk with a wall), such a god who doesn't try to blame us, who gives hope to everyone and all To not have to pray with crazy fervor, but to chat with him and drink good wine and not to be his learner, He can be friend of mine He can speak with me simply, not divine So that the doctrine does not divide us, and interpretation would be one, and sense would be the kindest and clear like a bright sun, for people to hold hands, but not a gun So that there are no false prophets fully, priests with sermons are disgust, they are not the ones to trust they makea living out of big lies surely Everything they do is fake at last I do not need a third party to remorse I don't need some mediators to converse what is good or what is bad, I'll deal with it and religion's not that thing, which I will need Mr God with all your fame Show yourself, tell, what's your name? And explain to us,what real existence aim People say, that you are true Besides, who created you? Show yourself, it would be interesting to view Well, if you live in the sky, then you can a little try to see where's a lot of wrong, a lot of lie If you see but zero act, if you see but not react then you're not a something real, but abstract Be you like a human with white clothing, be you like another living being - I will not feel some loathing or love, I don't like stink from someone cunning, who says what you think So could you give us advise. You see better from the skyes save us ,please, from an unpleasant, big surprise How we can, at least, approx, overcome the future shocks and another one, where did I put my socks?
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We dance disco It can happen in some moment, when you search one needed thing, you can find another fallen. Someone gave and you could bring It's forgotten music record. Cover is with brilliant stars. Thanks to sudden find we afford to recall hair, clothes and cars Daily work or daily worries. We forgot that times so soon. Former stars with their glories. Flowers, fans and air balloons. Songs were great from every corner, when we listened holding breath It did our hearts more warmer Those songs chased away our stress We want to dance disco! Don't turn off the music, please, no Just change plate This song is not final Let it play old creaking vinyl It's so great Go away, black sorrow, we can dance until tomorrow. Don't be shy! You will feel improvement Just repeat the simple movement Come on, try What the nice familiar faces. Maybe someone doesn't know, they took only first top places just a few decades ago Maybe it's not masterpieces noteworthy that's real fact, someone worshiped it like Jesus Music was like ritual act As for me,I was impressed by a few artists that were great. Brilliant songs, that someone can create Finest melody makes people to sing and sometimes to dance And they did not miss their lucky chance Let's recall abbreviation that consists from "A" and "B" Men's and women's combination, which was nice to see But in those wonderful seasons it was not the only team I have a serious reasons to recall another gleam I'm in oblivion from that sad narration. Young woman dreams and, maybe, has a plan to meet being not from human population. She loves the space meteor man And, for example, I remember others Those singers easy could light a bright fire So I can not help mentioning three brothers with their nice soprano choir
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oh, why ? 05:40
Oh, why ? Oh, why do you have so highest power to see our future sad and bleak, don't believing in our love, love and happy hour, and no matter how they would be sleek Oh, our fate, why have we not small talent to lay open our hearts so deep, and through all of random veils, through the random covers, comprehend ourself until soul's strip There are many people, who walk blindly Without hope and aim, they search the way Thinking about fate, they cannot kindly look into their heart in random day When a ray of joy shines to the window They are satisfied, so they are fine But in our case, we will be single Our happy future will not shine We can't be afraid bad dream, and after to think about blissful future days. And ignoring, by the way, understanding factor Our dream of love does not remain Happy is that, who believes in visions, is that, who does not anticipate When his real easy world envisions opened way to past and future's gate What fate has in store for us this moment, what connected both of us? Long ago you never were opponent. Wife and sister. Yes it was Then you always knew all of my secrets, every feature was explored by you. You could read my soul,as force as weakness, catching thoughts that could release and flew Memory is what remains in moment That is what supports our hearts. Cause the truth is overpast component, hurt is our present's part Now we live an incomplete existence We are sad from any lightest hour happiness is that we have resistance to destiny's unkindly power

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released June 1, 2012

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Boris Yermolovich Kyiv, Ukraine

Singer-songwriter.
All music by Boris Yermolovich. There are English and Russian versions of some albums.Some of the songs released in Ukrainian.

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