doing another Russian lyrics translation today! this song is called A Boy. it reminds me of Mr. Tambourine Man in a lot of ways, i wonder if you’ll notice the similarities too!
https://twitter.com/dan_abramov/status/1438983920868016137
this is a pretty good recording
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In the yet-undiscovered land
That’s still covered by snow,
Past the mountain springs,
Past the standing stones,
Past the sky-blue domes bursting with light,
Past the black trees
Trembling as they long for the spring;
That’s still covered by snow,
Past the mountain springs,
Past the standing stones,
Past the sky-blue domes bursting with light,
Past the black trees
Trembling as they long for the spring;
Past the magnetic fields
Messing with us;
Past the golden deadmen
Who came knowing we were asleep;
Past the enterprises
Of great pith and moment—
But nameless,
Here comes a boy,
And he’s simply in love,
And what am I supposed to do with him?
Messing with us;
Past the golden deadmen
Who came knowing we were asleep;
Past the enterprises
Of great pith and moment—
But nameless,
Here comes a boy,
And he’s simply in love,
And what am I supposed to do with him?
The Woman’s Law is watching him
With its eyes half-closed.
The Law of Equity
Has already counted his days.
Everyone knows he’s bound to fall
And they’re betting on when and where,
And they’re right. They’re right,
Of course they’re right—
But there is more to it.
With its eyes half-closed.
The Law of Equity
Has already counted his days.
Everyone knows he’s bound to fall
And they’re betting on when and where,
And they’re right. They’re right,
Of course they’re right—
But there is more to it.
Past the icy statues with the eyes
Of those who knew me;
Past the shattered heart
That has no more strength in it left;
Past explaining the reasons
And past absolving the sins,
Here comes a boy,
And he’s simply in love,
And what am I supposed to do with him?
Of those who knew me;
Past the shattered heart
That has no more strength in it left;
Past explaining the reasons
And past absolving the sins,
Here comes a boy,
And he’s simply in love,
And what am I supposed to do with him?
Between the vestal and tender,
Between this and the other side of the glass,
Past the beatniks and the druids,
Past the ones who don’t have to drink,
I have but one voice,
And I have to sing all that I have to sing;
I have but one heart,
And it can’t refuse to love.
Between this and the other side of the glass,
Past the beatniks and the druids,
Past the ones who don’t have to drink,
I have but one voice,
And I have to sing all that I have to sing;
I have but one heart,
And it can’t refuse to love.
It, can’t, doesn’t want to,
Is unable to refuse to love.
Is unable to refuse to love.
Through the juniper wind,
Through the flame purest of all,
In crystal twilight,
By the light of the stars
And light of the branches,
Suffocating with tenderness
Towards this sky and this earth,
And our son tells us:
Lord, come and be nightingale.
So let us begin with joy.
Through the flame purest of all,
In crystal twilight,
By the light of the stars
And light of the branches,
Suffocating with tenderness
Towards this sky and this earth,
And our son tells us:
Lord, come and be nightingale.
So let us begin with joy.
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