For you Andrey, Feodor Chaliapin - Song of the Volga Boatmen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1MioCPkufE

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All I Really Want To Do from Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964)

I aint lookin to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you.
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I aint lookin to fight with you,
frighten you or uptighten you,
drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I aint lookin to block you up,
shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I dont want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
or disgrace you or replace you,
or define you or confine you
all I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you

I dont want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
all I really want to do
is, baby, be friends with you

I don't wanna to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I aint lookin for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

 

The old soldier's song about Peremysl.

Naturally, the clip does not exist. But I found a snippet from the movie "Action", in which a song performed by one of the characters.

As always, do not judge strictly the quality of the translation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YKru5R2HBU

Russian troops seized
Galician Fields.
There I received an award -
Two maple crutches.

We three left the village,
Three of the best in our village.
But the two remained in Peremysl.
They rot in a foreign land.

I returned to the village native,
My house on the side.
Blizzard howls, legs aching,
As If they were with me again.

I live alone,
No one needs, a stranger to all.
You tell me, who will answer
For the deaths of three people? ..

 

Nobody Gonna Take My Car, I'm Gonna Race It To The Ground
Nobody Gonna Beat My Car, It's Gonna Break The Speed Of Sound
Oooh It's A Killer Machine, It's Got Everything
Like A Driving Power, Big Fat Tires And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her
I feel her
Yeah It's A Wild Hurricane
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star

Nobody Gonna Take My Girl, I'm Gonna Keep Her To The End
Nobody Gonna Have My Girl, She Stays Close On Every Bend
Oooh She's A Killer Machine, She's Got Everything
Like A Moving Mouth, Body Control And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her, I See Her
Yeah She Turns Me On
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star


Nobody Gonna Take My Head, I Got A Speed Inside My Brain
Nobody Gonna Steal My Head, Now That I'm On The Road Again
Oooh I'm In Heaven Again, I've Got Everything
Like A Moving Ground, An Open Road And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her, I Feel It
Eight Cylinders All Mine
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star



Nobody Gonna Take My Car, I'm Gonna Race It To The Ground
Nobody Gonna Beat My Car, It's Gonna Break The Speed Of Sound
Oooh It's A Killer Machine, It's Got Everything
Like A Driving Power, Big Fat Tires And Everything

I Love Her And I Need Her
I’m Pleading
Yeah It's A Mad Hurricane
All Right Hold Tight
I'm A Highway Star
I'm A Highway Star
I'm A Highway Star

 

No Anchovies Please by The J. Geils Band from Love Stinks


This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine.
While waiting for her husband Don to return home from work, she reaches for
a can of anchovies. As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce,
she notices a small note at the bottom of the can. Written on it is a
telephone number. Curious, she dials, and is told, "Don't move, lady, we'll
be right over." Placing the phone back on the hook, she turns to see three
smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway. Before she realizes
what is happening to her, she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane,
transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jet-liner.
All this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out.
Upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
("Dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a
ekat t'nseod ti."). Alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort
in the arms of a confidential agent. With the trace of her kiss still warm
upon his lips, he betrays her to the hands of three scientists who are
engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments previously performed only on
insects and other small, meaningless creatures. Using her as their subject,
they are delighted with the results. For the first time, a human being is
transformed into a ("shhh... it's secret").
Meanwhile, back in Portland, Maine...
Her husband Don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day, sits at a
local bar and has a few beers with the regulars. Bored, everyone's
attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall.
("Welcome to Bowling for Dollars"). Suddenly, crazy Al says, "S-say, Don,
there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball." To which a
terrified Don replies, "Oh my God! That bowling ball! It's my wife!"
And the lesson we learn from this story is, next time you place your order,
don't forget to say, "No anchovies please."

 

Stand
In the end you'll still be you
One that's done all the things you set out to do
Stand
There's a cross for you to bear
Things to go through if you're going anywhere
Stand
For the things you know are right
It s the truth that the truth makes them so uptight
Stand
All the things you want are real
You have you to complete and there is no deal
Stand. stand, stand
Stand. stand, stand

Stand
You've been sitting much too long
There's a permanent crease in your right and wrong
Stand
There's a midget standing tall
And the giant beside him about to fall
Stand. stand, stand
Stand. stand, stand

Stand
They will try to make you crawl
And they know what you're saying makes sense and all
Stand
Don't you know that you are free
Well at least in your mind if you want to be

Everybody
Stand, stand, stand

 

Black Throated Wind by The Grateful Dead

You're bringing me down, I'm running aground,
Blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
Passing me by, the buses and the semis,
Plugging like stones from a slingshot from mars.

But I'm here on the road, bound to the load,
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
Alone with the rush of the drivers that wont pick me up,
The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars.

Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in,
With it's words of a life where nothing is new,
Ah, mother american night, I pass from the light,
Ah, I'm drownin in you.

I left st. louie, city of blues,
In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
I tried to pretend it came to an end,
Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met.

But I can't deny, times have gone by,
Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret,
And I was a man when all this began,
Who wouldnt think twice about being there yet.

Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
And speaking on life that passes like dew.
It's forced me to see you've done better by me,
Better by me that I've done by you.

Now what's to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of blues, and tryin to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you dont wanna know.

So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
Please help them to learn as well as to see.
Capture a glance, and make it dance,
But looking at you is looking at me.

Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in,
With it's words of a life that could almost be true,
Ah, mother american night, here comes a light.
I'm turning around, thats what I'm gonna do.

Going back home thats what I'm gonna do.
I'm turning around, thats what I'm gonna do.
Going back home thats what I'm gonna do.
Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you,
I'm drowning in you.

 

He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says let me sit down
You know, drinkin' alone's a shame
It's a shame it's a crying shame
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey, you've got lots of cash
Bring us 'round a bottle
And we'll have some laughs
Gin's what I'm drinking
I was raised on robbery

I'm a pretty good cook
I'm sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
I'll show you my best recipe
I try and I try but I can't save a cent
I'm up after midnight cooking
Trying to make my rent
I'm rough but I'm pleasin'
I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
First he bought a '57 Biscayne
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
That son of a b-i-t-c-h
His blood's bad whiskey
I was raised on robbery

You know you ain't bad looking
I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I ain't asking for no full length mink
Hey, where you going
Don't go yet
Your glass ain't empty and we just met
You're mean when your loaded
I was raised on robbery

 

Grateful Dead ~ Throwing Stones

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me
A peaceful place, or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face
But afraid we may lay our home to waste

There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves and the night-time falls (note 1)
And again the hunt begins and again the blood wind calls (note 2)
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat
It's you and me, you and me

Click flash blade in ghetto night
Rudy's looking for a fight
Rat cat alley, roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that Jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice
Anyway they fall, guess who gets to pay the price? (note 3)
Money green, or proletarian gray (note 4)
Selling guns instead of food today (note 5)
So the kids they dance and shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink
History's page will be neatly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own
On our own, on our own, we are on our own

If the game is lost, then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or that shining ball of blue we call our home

So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north (note 6)
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
While the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
The radical, he rant and rage
Singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his cover's blown
And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids, they dance, they shake their bones
'Cause it's all too clear we're on our own
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities

Ashes, ashes, all fall down
[Ashes, ashes, all fall down]
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
[Ashes, ashes, all fall down]
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
[Ashes, ashes, all fall down]
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
[Ashes, ashes, all fall down]


(1) Bob Weir sometimes sang "... as the sphere revolves."

(2) Bob Weir seems to have sung some variations on this line. These include "The light goes on and off and the nightbird calls" and "Come close to the stars, celestial balls" (thanks to Dave Ellis for this).

(3) Bob Weir has sung variants on these two lines: eg "Any more the pinstripe bosses own the dice, Anyway they roll guess who gets to pay the price?" (thanks to Brian and Bill for this)

(4) Bob Weir sang this line as "Money green is the only way" on at least two occasions on The Dead's 2003 summer tour (thanks to Carrie for this)

(5) Bob Weir has sung this line as "Blood for oil, dropping bombs today," "Drop them bombs, grab that oil today" and "Sell them guns, rape the earth today" (thanks to Bill, Chuck and Brian for noting these).

(6) Bob Weir sometimes sang "... while white goes north" - which are the lyrics in the "In The Dark" songbook.

 

Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Can't win by myself,
But with your help I might.

Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Commencing fourth down hut, hut, hike.
Snap the football and may God's love be with me.

This is Jesus Christ to Tim Tebow
Please leave me alone
Don't you know my day of rest is Sunday
And I'm sick of watching all these Broncos games.

I hear that you play New England next week
Dude you're on your own
Brady is too good and I've got better things to do.

Though I've passed 316 yards
There's still two games to go
If I want to make it to the Super Bowl
And show everone on Earth how to Tebow

Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
The Broncos won we're still alive
Come on everyone Tebow
Come on everyone Tebow
Come on everyone Tebow......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHB0o9lCizQ