Little Man

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song
And make it better
Remember, to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute You let her under your skin
Then you begin
To make it better
And anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Hey Jude, don't let me down
You...

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
it’s a shining something
through the little twigs
i’m enjoy… this silence
so sensitive fire ,
that’s going to me
it’ s really nice

and my beautiful smile,
that’s i got from your ray
i’m return …
everybody
again and again….
i‘m exiting …
so beautiful
i want to reply…
it’s a great inspiration
of your spiritual wave

i’m looking at the sun
through the fingers of trees
everything talking
about your feelings
it’s a joke...

It's a Long Time, a Long Time Comin'
You Tell Me How You Think I Should Be
It's So Easy
You Tell Me What People Want from Me
Well I'll Just Be Myself
It's the Only Way I Can Be but You Don't See

You Accuse, Abuse Integrity
You Don't Know One Damn Thing about Me
Not One Damn Thing
Build Me up and Then You Tear Me down

Curse My Name When I'm Not Around
You're So Hard until the Truth Is Found
What Goes Round Always Comes Around
And It's a
Long Time, Long Time
A Long Time Comin...

Я скользил под откос так долго,
Что, точно, пора что-то решить.
Мне было крайне плохо так долго,
Что, верно, пора что-то решить.
Да почему же ни один из вас, люди,
Не придет и не выплеснет мою чертову жизнь.

Я сказал, сторож, сторож, сторож,
Не сбросишь ли ты свой замок к чертовой матери?
Я сказал, сторож, сторож, сторож,
Не сбросишь ли ты свой замок к чертовой матери?
Давай, дай пожить бедному парню.

Детка, детка, детка,
Не упадешь ли ты на колени?
Детка, детка, детка,
Не...

Hey diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such fun,
And the dish run away with the spoon.

The moon's a big white football,
The sun's a pound of butter.
The earth is going round the twist
And l'm a little nutter!

'Witch, witch, where do you fly?...'
'Under the clouds and over the sky.'

'Witch, witch, what do you eat?...'
'Little black apples from Hurricane Street.'

'Witch, witch, what do you drink?...'
Vinegar, blacking and good red ink.'

'Witch, witch, where do you sleep?...'
'Up in the clouds where pillows are cheap'.

One day a boy went walking,
And walked into a store.
He bought a pound of sausages meat,
And laid it on the floor.

The boy began to whistle -
He whistled up a tune,
And all the little sausages
Danced around the room.

There was a Father on planet of Earth,
He waited his son to be born,
Carpenter was the aforesaid Father
His handicrafts going to reborn

Shouting about the birth of the Son,
Father repeated about his craft,
With happiness Father had laughed

The Son and the Father were loving each other,
But it revealed that the Son had grown up,
And he understood that these legends annoy him,
And go with ideas of Father apart

"Father, please listen -
I think independently, ...
"Son, you do not...

Из года в год, обычно поздней осенью,
У здания совдеповских времён
В заштатном городишке «Вид на озеро»
Встречались три вождя своих племён:

Профессор статен был и горд за титулы;
Полковник резал правду, как ножом:
Поэт, известный Западу как Little Big,
Обхаживать любил соседских жён.

И встретившись, все трое шли за выпивкой,
И пили тут – где рос старинный клён,
Где здание с совдеповскою выправкой…
И спорили: кто в жизнь, за что влюблён?!

Профессор говорил: «Люблю за знания...