Poetry

I was walking down the seashore this night and remembered a poetry from an old Russian book (this book was released in the middle of 20th century). I decided to translate this to English, so here is my humble attempt (I spent only about half an hour):



Swift sword's blow,
The arrow's prick, the shine of axe -
And world has disappeared in your eyes:
There is no sea, there are no friends,
You are alone.

But you are alone just for a while:
Valhalla's beam runs down to you.
The road to heaven:
It is strong, it is true,
Like Viking's arm, like solid sword.

And mighty steed flies by this road:
It is white as snow, it is pure as light.
Valkyrie rides this steed
With Wotan's wills and greetings:
He waits, he waits for you.

And you have got the place in heroes hall.
Then you take off like weightless smoke,
Like light steam, like pure clouds -
You and the messenger of heaven.

Autographed CD + t-shirt

About one month ago I had pre-ordered and recently received a new album of Fran Healy (http://www.franhealy.com/). He is the lead singer and main songwriter of Travis band (I like their music very much). A couple of months ago I found some information about his upcoming solo album "Wreckorder" and decided to buy it.


So last week I found a small box on the doorstep of my flat. This box contained autographed CD and a t-shirt (see the photo below).

I listened to this album and may say only "Amazing!". Good half of these songs can pull my strings, like these songs were written about me (in my past).

In my opinion these songs are just stunning:

1) Anything

2) Buttercups

3) Holiday