Pharaoh
Sunsets followed sunrises.
Our soldiers went for you,
I wanted to be a unknown song.
And I dreamed of my native land,
I saw lights of the fires, our train flew away into the
distance, and warm hands only were whispering: "Forgive, we are not sorry
for anything."
We raised our farm lands, dragged the plow behind us,
yesterday's dream will be again, how our sons are going into the battle.
We said goodbye in the bright hallway:
Only don't forget your name.
How the father tore all the documents,
We were going on a hard journey.
All the food was my bag,
Don’t talk, be silent,
And other trains followed our train.
Where is faith, power, truth on earth!
Quiet - tired soldier, slapped me loudly on the cheek.
And again we were pushing farm plow, feeling sorry for the
young girls.
Let our army tell you what truth is on the war.
The sound of sirens, someone throws a crust of bread and a
voice somewhere whispers softly:
Don't be afraid, eat.
Spring has come, here are the headlines from the newspapers
"looking for a soldier, looking for a soldier", and there are dances
in the club, how many brides are there.
Закаты сменяли рассветы.
Солдаты наши шли к тебе,
Хотела песней быть не спетой.
А я мечтала о родной земле,
Я видела огни пожаров, наш поезд улетавший в даль, и руки теплые шептали: "Прости, нам ничего не жаль".
Мы поднимали наши пашни, плуга тащили за собой, приснится день вчерашний как сыновья уходят в бой.
Прощались мы в прихожей светлой:
Своё ты имя не забудь,
Как папа рвал все документы,
Мы собирались в трудный путь.
Eду в мою столкали сумку,
Не слова лишнего, молчи,
А по путям за тем составом другие эшелоны шли.
А еcть ли вера, есть ли сила, а есть ли правда на земле!
Болтаешь что, солдат усталый, мне хлопнул громко по щеке.
И снова мы в плугага впрягались, девченок молодых жалев.
Пусть наша армия расскажет, какая правда на войне.
Шум сирен, бросает кто-то корку хлеба и голос где-то шепчет тихо:
Не бойся, ешь.
Весна пришла, вот заголовки из газет "ищу солдата, ищу солдата", а в клубе танцы, сколько тут невест.
Fools gold
King of Fools (on the phone): essential services!
Specialists in cats?
We do this all the time!
There are thousands and thousands cats.
The results?
Hm, yeah.
Starting right now!
Where is the dog?
Woof, woof, woof!
He is here.
Troll: where is the secretary?
King of Fools: she is cleaning.
Will be right back.
Troll: tough conversation?
King of Fools: Mickey still in denial.
Pharaoh.
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Fool (yawning): oh..
Troll: all day you do what you want.
Fool: if there is no money, no one is watching,
If there is money, everyone is watching.
King of Fools: yyy.
Fools: yyy.
King of Fools: yyy.
Troll: why do we call hamburger something that has no ham?
King of Fools: we bought you extra large coke and fries.
Mama Mia: bon appetit!
King of Fools: you can have extra lunch.
Mama Mia: we have salads.
King of Fools: it will be more romantic.
Pharaoh
Pharaoh
Pharaoh: when you use your legs push it like this.
New King: yeah.
Pharaoh: just don't touch anything else,
Only the horse.
New Queen number one: may be we look at the picture first?
New King number one: oh.
Pharaoh: don't jump on the tree.
New King number one: when does this park closes?
Pharaoh: there are still people.
New King number one: we should keep the lights off.
Pharaoh: keep your legs up.
Remember horse is running his legs, not you.
New King number one: push me.
Pharaoh: fourth horses is a charm.
New King number one: if the horse will not stop?
Pharaoh: then you will be running to the high way.
New Queen number one: good for him.
New King number one: don’t jump and swing your legs and don't
let go.
Pharaoh: this what I just said,
I don't need echo.
New Queen number one: try it again.
Pharaoh: here go, exactly like this.
New Kings
.. where the words are distant
and the roads are long,
where the fields are green,
nightingale songs ...
Secondary school, junior grades,
A beautiful voice of a distant childhood.
I finish the food of the our so called "royal table", pour a little wine and the record is tired of playing music,
I don't remember her at all, a strange woman named Sarochka.
As always, starting the conversation from Egypt,
thousands of years have always been yesterday.
Well, I would not have come here at all, but once the stars were shining for both of us.
Then, we put these stars on dresses, and couned days as sunrises, I started to sing about a kind country that I had never seen.
I think right now, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, for these people who went through the war,
we were their last battle.
We were simple, spoiled,
Dressed nicely, cheerful,
We grew up freely, all loved,
And what can I say, we were completely different from those girls.
We sat together on an old bench, it was our last meeting.
Our roads will find you if necessary, and you will answer if you want.
Well, don't be bored, remember us sometimes.
Give your child our name.
Simple words, we didn't have much to talk about.
Well, what can I give, for you to know, we thought about you and love,
If you want, I will give you country that you have not seen before.
...где слова далекие
и дороги длинные,
где поля зеленые,
песни соловьиные ...
Средняя школа, младшие классы,
Детства далекого голос прекрасный.
Доедаю еду стола царского, наливаю немного вина и пластинка
играет усталая,
Я совсем не помню ее, странную женщину по имени Сарочка.
Разговор как всегда с Египта начав,
тысячи лет всегда были вчера.
Ну разве пришла бы я, разве пришла, но вместе когда-то нам
звезды светили.
Потом эти звезды на платья надев, дни считая рассветами,
пела о доброй стране, которой ни разу не видела.
Я думаю вот сейчас, внуки и правнуки где-то, для этих людей,
прошедших войну,
мы были последняя битва.
Мы были простые, балованы,
Одеты красиво, веселые,
Росли мы свободно, любимые все,
И что говорить, на девушек тех мы были совсем не похожие.
Сидели вдвоем на старой скамейке, последняя наша встреча.
Дороги родные если надо найдут, а ты если надо ответишь.
Ну что, не скучай, вспоминай иногда.
Ребёнка зови нашим именем.
Простые слова, нам и много говорить было не о чем.
Ну что же тебе подарить, чтоб знала, думали мы и любили,
А хочешь, тебе страну подарю, которой ты раньше не видела.
Pharaoh
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King of Fools: you are kind of quiet today.
Troll: I sang already.
King of Fools: me too.
Don't you wish to be a lucky pig?
You don't have to work.
Ttoll: no.
King of Fools: you have to pick the side.
We still can't figure out how to make our lucky pigs to fly again, after the quarantine.
Basically, they are heavy.
We have thirty pigs who think they are for shelves or something.
Fools gold
Miss fool: this why I come early, to have my coffee.
I wake up at five in the morning, shower, have my coffee and go to work.
On weekends I eat and stay in the bed all day.
King of Fools: I am getting my cup!
Troll: piggy boy!
Fool: King of Fools in the class.
Troll: what's this?
Fool: alarm?
The government proposed "Get out to work" plan.
We are adding "five more minutes " which is taking an hour.
Troll: I want it to be saved on the server.
My work for few months.
Fool: we will print copies first.
I do it myself!
How many copies do you need?
Troll: excuse me?
Fool: I make thirty.
After the long weekend..
Troll: what long weekend?
Fool: we include Friday, parks, lunch and movie.
Troll: okay.
Fool: we have nineteen types of paper.
We can separate your information on the different types of paper.
Troll: if you can!
How long its going to take?
Fool: when we hold the printer, it's much faster.
You can leave it here.
Miss witch: ladies and gentleman.
Let's look carefully on a dollar bill.
You have to see what's money coming to you.
Pharaoh
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The Martian story
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New Kings.
New King number one: where's piggy?
Piggy: like piggy that works?
I am not that kind of piggy.
Angry birds are pigs.
New King number one: why are you so big anyway?
Where do we get this giant pigs?
Piggy: why do you have to be so precise.
Five dollars and five cents.
Make it ten.
New King number one: does money grow on trees?
Piggy: sometimes.
It made out of paper.