Songs of Standartenführer Shtirlits
Oh, Motherland
I beg you, just a little while
My sharp pain, you should leave me off.
Cloud like, gray gloom cloud like
Let you fly to my own home sharp
From here to the native home then.
My sea shore, show yourself in far
As an edge, thinny-thinny line.
My dear shore, gentle dear my shore,
Oh, to you, dear, I would stubbornly swim
To swim up at least sometime.
Somewhere far, somewhere very far
It\'s raining torrential mushrooms.
Right by the river, in a small garden there
The cherries are ripe, leaning close to the ground.
Somewhere far away, in memory mine
Now, as in childhood, it\'s fondly warm,
Alack, though the memory is hidden
Under a such profound snows.
You, the heavy storm, give me seep a drink,
Not to death but to satiety
Here again, like the last my time,
I keep looking up at the blue sky
It\'s like I\'m looking for an answer there
Moments-instants
Don\'t think about seconds haughtily
The time will come, you will perceive, possibility -
They whistle like bullets at your temple,
Moments-instants,Moments-instants and instants
Instants compressed sometimes into fool years
Instants compressed actually into centuries
And sometimes I don\'t really understand
Where is the first moment, where is it ending
But every instant has its own reason
Own golden bells, own mark indelible.
Instants distribute - whom a shame,
To whom is dishonor, and to whom immortality.
Rain is woven from such tiny instants -
Water is flowing from heaven ordinary
And sometimes you wait almost half your life,
When it comes, your instant
It will do come, big as a deep sip,
A sip of water during the heat…
In general, you just need to follow the duty
From the first moment to the last.
Don\'t think about seconds haughtily
The time will come, you will perceive, possibility -
They whistle like bullets at your temple,
Moments-instants,Moments-instants and instants.