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Battlefield 2 editing: The musical
2006-04-14 05:35:24
DDT - Rasstrelyali Rassvetami
****updated****
Shot with the dawns our memory that shuffled into fields
Walked all over water, but there is still no sight of shore
Replaced, without even looking, truth with free will
And burned out the lanterns, not knowing where the world ends
I don't sleep - my time, like a convict still scratches on paper
I'm in a stable for birds, I'm bound to the bottom by ties
In a homeless dog, you see more walking bravery
As, raising his paw, he heals the sick country
---
How much faith is in fire, how much trust there is in melting snow
How dark it is - I'm in hell, and in brother Christ's pocket
You throw flowers onto the grave, wrapping yourself in comfort
I fly, like toy soldiers, into happiness of a rotten bridge
We ate life in one hour - for dessert there will always be hunger
We threw words into rock'n'roll, like blind puppies
Early in the morning fog, the cold warmly reflects
The glitter of unneeded and now-pawned lucky horseshoes
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I won't know how to live, if death suddenly becomes impossible
It's hard to tear out memory, like turning off rain with a song
Carefully flipping the pages names on the doors
You won't notice how onto the floor, like a leaf, will slip out the chief
I gave each and everyone a heart, but left myself nothing
Someone's stars all around, but my own crossroads are empty
Now the ball is all finished, and I tucked in the last of it
To our fans, instead of autographs, we give out crosses
A golden moon, colored with ripe, ready poison
Like a sniper behind the window, aiming at my tin chest
All the years had gone home, I watch the last one now leaving
Your eternity, I know, it will always remember - and our little bit
Yuri Shevchuk - I Received This Role
Doubts gnaw at us
I am not glad at these doubts
This disgusting weight on the chest
Shatters love
And while we sit here and suffer
Whimper beside the closed gates
Now we're being hit by whatever's at hand
In the eye, in the brow
There, the most cunning
Long ago dropped everything
Sticking quickly a soft little world
Onto the bones that their body knows
And now they laugh at us,
Sinking in stupid passions
They long care for nothing
Yours nor mine
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
We question our fathers
But it's no easier from fine speeches
We can't put together even a partial answer
From worn-out phrases
Their difficult youth
Passed very far from things
Those, that had filled us
Up to the top
And when really we want to
Yell out loudly and for long
All of our massive family
Begs us to keep quiet
And often, not believing anymore
In their worn-out ancient gods
Sons sell for drinks the awards
Of exemplary fathers
In chaos arrives
A completely lonely night
Thoughts of a third end come
And there is no more sleep
But the next evening we bring her
The one that doesn't mind
And slowly crawling off the bed
The war retreats
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
Ephemeral happiness
Filled the broadcast with honey
We praise the joys of great labour
That's completely unclear in its cause
We praise the joys of victories
For every small event - a feast
And it's better to not think
What will happen tomorrow, after it
Indifferent dreams
Saying farewell one after another
Fly away, forever abandoning
Yet another one
He lays down and rots
Something yellow pours out of his mouth -
That is only
Unused saliva
Sweetness nurtured the body
But soon the time ran out
He blindly came up to the line
Where everything's torn in an instant
And in the still eyes
Turned to the beginning of roads
Hardened and forever remained
The unborn scream
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
For the odd person who reads this as well as my own reference.
http://ddt-msk.kladzvezd.ru/video/klip01.htm -
revolution
2006-04-07 16:53:31
Ezhi and Petrucco - Revolution
Ezhi was a shaman...
and Petrucco was a revolutionary
but Ezhi was just a shaman...
Ezhi shamaned
and Petrucco was in prison
he was in prison for a long time, they didn't release him
they released Ezhi though...
once, Ezhi bought tambourine
it was a good, big tambourine
and Ezhi was small
Ezhi was small, and the tambourine -
big...
Ezhi went to prison
saw Petrucco...
Ezhi came to prison, and there's
Petrucco...
then Ezhi started shamaning...
Petrucco didn't like it...
while he beat his tambourine, Petrucco
carried out a revolution...
but Ezhi was just a shaman, it was
hard for him to shaman
they don't pay money for it...
but they pay Petrucco
Petrucco went to prison and received
money
but the prison was big, and Petrucco -
small...
Petrucco was small...
in this big prison he was alone
small Petrucco
there was noone else...
one small Petrucco for the entire
big prison...
-revolution!
yelled Petrucco, but he was heard
by noone
only the echo heard him...
and Ezhi?
Ezhi jumped with his tambourine and flew away
jumped with his tambourine and flew away...
a long time ago Ezhi also was
a revolutionary, but quit...
Ezhi quit smoking
drinking
talking
seeing
feeling
thinking
falling
walking
even dropped the tambourine
and flew away...
and Petrucco didn't know...
Petrucco occupied the telegraph and
didn't know about this
Petrucco couldn't undertand, why he
occupied it
until Ezhi told him...
Ezhi came and gave him a telegram:
-why the ... are you occupying the telegraph?
and Petrucco doesn't know
Ezhi chased him off the telegraph
well, and that's where it ended...
and further?
and further is the forest...
river
field...
there was a manor there
Ezhi was a landlord, and Petrucco -
a peon.
Petrucco plowed, for a long time
sowed...
the peasants liked Petrucco
sometimes, they'd go out in the field and yell:
-Petrucco, give us bread!
and Petrucco plows, stays silent...
became red...
how much strength he had... that
Petrucco became red
and Ezhi - white...
and so Petrucco was red, and Ezhi -
white...
they didn't know, how to share the land
Petrucco plowed, and Ezhi watched...
then there was war...
the peasants didn't like Ezhi, but they liked
Petrucco
but Ezhi still won...
why? -
Sobak
2006-04-07 01:14:46
once
(repeating)
once Ezhi was once Ezhi was Ezhi was once
(repeating)
once Ezhi was dog
and Petrucco was postmaster
Petrucco loved dogs and loved to make them jump, play, carry things, fall, jump carry things, fall
repeating
dressed (fall), took care of them (carry things)
once Petrucci took dog(s) and went to walk
he used stars for navigation
wind
they walked for long and
they met an old woman
they saw and old woman and suddenly Petrucco said "Petrucco, go!" and took Ezhi and says "Petrucco" says "go!"
go for what?
from whom?
for what?
Petrucco did not like old women
but Ezhi liked them
Petrucco took Ezhi and treated him psychologically
so that he would jump at the old woman
even took off the muzzle guard
but Ezhi bit Petrucco
Ezhi was not responsible for his actions
took off half a leg right there
that is, Petrucco took off half a leg
but then 2 and 2/3 of a leg isn't too bad, either
and the old woman ran away
and Ezhi bit Petrucco
Ezhi was not responsible for his actions
because he was dog
it's easy to be dog
you are not responsible for actions
but Petrucco was responsible
for his own actions
for the actions of Ezhi
for the old woman
for her house
but the old woman ran away
and Ezhi bit Petrucco
that's when Petrucco got angry, upset, upset - upset - upset - ...
put the collar on
started pointing fingers
teased him
threw sticks
rocks
made him catch animals
birds
all sorts of wildlife
wildgame
rabbits
hares
otter
bring the persimmon
said Petrucco once
bring me the persimmon!
said Petrucco
but Ezhi went and brought it
once Ezhi was dog
and Petrucco was postmaster - AMV material 2006-04-04 20:54:24 Candide decided to go elsewhere to reason about effects and causes. He clambered over heaps of dead and dying men and reached neighboring village, which was in ashes; it was an Abare village which the Bulgarians had burned in accordance with international law. Here, old men dazed with bloews watched the dying agonies of their murdered wives who clutched their children to their bleeding breasts; there, disemboweled girls who had been made to satisfy the natural appetites of heroes gasped their last sighs; others, half-burned, begged to be put to death. Brains were scattered on the ground among the dismembered arms and legs. Candide fled to another village as fast as he could; it belonged to the Bulgarians and Abarian heroes had treated it in the same way.
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