I've just found this Russian singer, Vladimir Visotsky, and I like the sound of his work. This one I've found I also have a translation for the song too.
"In the yellow and hot Africa, In its very central part, A disaster managed to take place Outside of approved schedule.
The Elephant, not making anything of it, Hinted that a flood was sure to come. Here it is: a giraffe Fell in love with an antelope.
Such a hubbub and barking arose And only the old Parrot Yelled loudly from the branches: "The giraffe is big, he knows best!"
"So what if she's got horns?" Cried the giraffe lovingly. "Nowadays in our fauna Everyone is politically correct. And if my folks and kin Don't make it good for her - Just try blaming it on me, you hear? - I will leave the herd."
Such a hubbub and barking arose And only the old Parrot Yelled loudly from the branches: "The giraffe is big, he knows best!"
Father of the antelope - Why would he want such a son? And giraffe's son-in-law grumbles - "He is a moron, I'll tell you, a moron!" So the antelope and giraffe Went to live with bison.
Such a hubbub and barking arose And only the old Parrot Yelled loudly from the branches: "The giraffe is big, he knows best!"
In the yellow and hot Africa, The idyll has seen it's last days. The giraffe and his wife Are shedding crocodile tears, - But nothing can help their trouble - Now, there is no law, whatsoever: Giraffe's daughter Married a bison!
Sure, maybe the giraffe wasn't right, - But there is no way he was guilty - Guilty was the one, who yelled from the branches: "Giraffe is big, he knows best!"
What a handsome figure of a dragon. No wonder I fall madly in love with the Alani Dragon now, the avatar, it's a gorgeous dragon picture.
In my dream - yellow lights, wheezing in my sleep; a while longer, a whole longer, In the morning I'll be fine!
But in the morning everything's wrong, The joy is gone; Either you smoke on an empty stomach, Or you quench a hangover.
Hey one, yes once again; Hey one, yes many-many more times...
In the bars; green tablecloths And white napkins. Heaven for the poor and slobs, But for me - like a bird in a cage!
In the church; stench and gloom, Preachers burning incense. No! Even in church everything's wrong, Not as it should be.
To the mountain I rush, So that something there might be, On the mountain stands an alder, While below a cherry tree; If only there were ivy on the slope; I'd get some joy from it, If only anything else; It's not as it should be.
Hey one, yes once again; Hey one, yes many-many more times...
Then to the field I go, along the river bank; Some light, some darkness - but no God! While in the pure field; there are cornflowers and a distant road. Along the road there's a deep forest With Baba-Yaga witches; And at the road's end; Chopping blocks and axes.
Somewhere the stallions dance in tune, Unhurried and easy. Along the road everything is wrong, But at the end; completely.
Neither in church nor the in the bar- Nothing is held holy! No, my friends; everything's wrong, Everything's wrong, my friends!
Hey one, yes once again; Hey one, yes many-many more times...
What a handsome figure of a dragon. No wonder I fall madly in love with the Alani Dragon now, the avatar, it's a gorgeous dragon picture.
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