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credo
05:29
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Credo
When emptiness lives in my heart,
my gladness leaved me and soul hardened
It's something like much heavy burden
And I'm to blame for this in part
I'm not a thinker, not a sage
i'm trying to find destination
of my annoying, cloying questions
which bothers from an early age
What is my purpose, what is my vocation
Where can I find it
I want to find out
What is my salvation
There's no explanation
It's naive, but this is what i think about
I'm too concrete without imagination
It's not a shame, but also is not proud
I am very bored because I am
not gullible and simple-hearted
It doesn't make me any smarter
or make me cheerful by a gram
There are predictable life's plots,
where common things happen as usual
All of that leads to the conclusion:
my sarcasm's reasons are a lot
Causticity and bite is my old credo,
but I'm not very happy about that
Only griefs come from it
And this fact does not treat
Why do i have to wear this heavy hat
So if I talk to someone about something,
then people see it, trying to complete
It's not too easy to have many fellows
and get delight from many little things
if person's temper is not
very mellow
and who has winter in his soul, not spring
But it's so funny to suspect a cunning
in human actions, sitting watching them
When it's confirmed, I'm satisfied and running
So that is a big problem, that's it's stem
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demarche
03:57
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Demarche
I am not too enterprising
I am not enough tranquil
I'm too bad and you despise me
You think so and give me feel
It's so hard to please your whimseys
it is not an easy task
And I don't want it ,I take off my mask
I am not too nimble for you
Or too fidgety some time
But in truth I was much loyal
and I'm tired to be so kind
when you're whispering your curses
or start screaming in my side
I listened it , but didn't not replied
Well, you thought I would not dare to do it
I dont want to do tragical show
so my speech will be little and fluent
Go to hell, my dear lady, go!
You did not expect riot so massive
I don't want to endure, I'm free
Any judge would say claims are excessive
even to somebody like me
And I don't regret at all
But my message is too small
So you should have heard this words much sooner
And despite your unkind look,
which I am not afraid, I've shook
I have shook you, cause it was not humor
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form and content
04:10
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Form and content
One day feral people wanted
to create their own state
It's so good when you are bonded
Bonded by what you create
Liberal ideas do not
always lead to good results
Sometimes truth richer than you thought
And then people feel insults
Refren
Efforts always are in vain
No matter what form,
if the wish to trick remains
and does soul much warm
Tricked will also want to trick
and will do it soon
Everyone will got a kick,
it can't be called boon
Other time they tried to do more stronger state, than was maked then
So what happened? Clear humour
Legal looting, fail again
It's unpleasant, when the power
Takes the last from you and him
The law makes it state's, not ours,
playing the national hymn
People are unfair not seldom
and respect traditions
And their thoughts and plans are very clear
But when unexpected bads come
They have much suspicions
that it's guilt of foes and they are near
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revolutionary song
05:21
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Revolutionary song
Raise your banners and put on your weapons
When you go from your cozy home
Aggrieved will not sit still for a second
Threat does not work in any form
This is not a patriotic impulse
and non-material gain at all
Motives and reasons are very simple
They have dignity, so they'll brawl
There are much indignant faces
Rage of gentlemen is most dire
Power, hands off from personal spaces,
if you don't want to die in the fire
History repeats as always
But authority has short mind
If the power wants to stay in its place
it should not be blind
The power's functions are not hard
and shouldn't be too many,
but it so wants to complicate and do them more than big
and No one needs it , but it does it to take the last penny
and takes from people freedom's swig,
but any bullying has a limit
People do not want to be slaves
and can become authentic braves,
turning into them in a minute
Long live not almighty gods,
long live not a nations,
Not a leader, who is dead
or not, still alive
Let us sing lauditive odes
To brave populations
Freedom waits for them ahead
Surely they will thrive
It would be stupid to exchange one dastard for another
If he was not it , he will be. Control is a disease
It strikes the mind and strike the hearts and makes you scoundrel rather
But many want at least a piece
somebody ready to sell mother
So do we need it in some form,
to think that bullying is a norm
Or in the end to stop to suffer
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her face
04:13
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Her face
I remember her eyes
I remember place,
time before the sunrise
but just not her face
Then I made a promise that I don't forget
It's just a memory, it's not regret
I don't recall her face to this day yet
I remember her voice
I remember name
Then we made our choice
Without mutual claims
There was a good weather,
the middle of may
The dog was barking when I went away
I don't recall her close face from that day
So what an intrusive thought
Her forgotten face
left pervasive trace
it's not excuse I sought
it's not excuse I sought
I don't feel that it was something like disgrace
I Recall Her Face ,I do it during life's road
I do not remember it
so why should I be so worried
Enough search her image in
Depth of my mind's space
But stilI I have to admit,
it's so sad and tragic story,
when I so miss her forgotten face
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battle with the shadow
04:27
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Battle with the shadow
Darkness came to us,
knocking to our home,
killing all and thus,
spawns a black death zone
sows lies all the time
on destructive way
leaving behind crimes
driving life away
But who will be the preservationist,
chasing away a fearsome foe
What hero will be able to resist,
who dares to make the darkness go
Our enemy is strong and cunning,
but it should get what it deserves soon
Darkness must go out and will be sunny
Night will change to sunny afternoon
There is no one to protect us, quite
In this case, we have no other choice.
We will fight with dark and fearful giant,
we already hear the freedom's voice
We fought night and day
sparing no ourselves
Foe is gone away,
gloom does not disperse
It turns out that we
not reached our goals
Actually we see
Shadow from our souls
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give alms musician
05:27
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Give alms musician
It is eve of the new year,
White snow gently falls
Old man stands, dressed in a shabby jacket
He holds violin with care,
playing near the wall
He plays well ,so give him
something, back it
Fun around is roaring,
everyone's not boring,
songs sung by the choiring.
Рeople celebrate
Bright lights in the city,
sounds of funny ditties
Children's lough is pretty.
Holliday is great
But if you pass by him away,
give alms him in this festive day,
he plays so well and he deserved it
Although he's poor, he's music man
of highest skill, so be his fan
Well if so, then show that you love it
He has antique repertoire
and thanks to that he's a beggar,
but dedicated music, good guy
perhaps in his posthumous feast
will sound bye great violinist,
reward awaits you in the next time
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self talk
04:50
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Self talk
Ah, I ask, don't disturb me,
don't bother me with your pathetic speech
Ah, I ask you ,delive me
from your periodical,repeating keech
Why do not you calm down?
Don't be like a child
Please change your demeanor for a new serious style
Where is your discretion
You are not bufoon
But you can turn into it very soon
Hey, please wait where are you go
I didn't mean to offend you, believe
Hey, you're strange man, don't you know
Say to yourself it ,but just don't deceive
What the foolly antics?
Why these childish quirks?
Do not think that songs you write are really high artworks
I can tell you honestly
Be like everyone
Cause everything you do is not so fun
Don't give up on your calling,my friend,
be yourself, be free and don't pretend
You will show them all what can you do,
then you will be real, that is true
Don't be superstitious, do your thing and don't be sad,
doing what you love will make you very glad
Catch your inspiration, do not listen to someone
Later they will see results of done
You can be who you are now,
it's the right way to be happy,
you will tire from pretending,
it can happen snappy
Let that thought visit your mind, fate will thank one day or other
You will feel yourself more better
listen, do it rather
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music is eternal
04:12
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Music is eternal
When my sadness comes,I see
everything in gloomy colours.
Everybody can agree,
it's enough unpleasant feel
But I know, what makes me free,
piano playing helps not suffer.
Music is a guarantee,
that my mood will be much funner
Colored paints appear right then
I feel something like the sunrise,
and light hope comes to me, when
when i play amazing notes
I begin to live again,
insecurities and doubt dies
Tune is good, where is my pen
Work with music is a big prize
Some things come, another go
Day by day, life's flow is normal
Life has an end, but I know
inspired music is eternal
Some creations are so close
For my soul, my spirit's rising
I take my hat off to those
who have something to surprise me
But sometimes I do not see,
where are you, lost fantasy
I express myself thanks to your grace
I fly in your space
You will come to me, I know
Coming can be fast or slow
Give me please at last some sign
and make my happy time
Touch the strings of feeling heart
It is waiting for your start
I will be happy and free
When you come to me
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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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