Оленька olya-olya-olenka

   
                (Translation into English is provided below)


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                SONG - WORDS AND MUSIC BY THE AUTHOR

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Оля Оля Оленька -  шёпот будто крик
Оля Оля Оленька - как душа болит
Быть любви невенчанной смятым пал венок
теплотой сердечною отогрел как смог

Ты сказал  я сильная если б было так
мне б не стать счастливою милый мой чудак
Называл загадочной тайной для тебя
знаю я мой сказочный ты шутил любя

Оля Оля Оленька - шёпот будто крик
Оля Оля Оленька - как душа болит
Быть любви невенчанной смятым пал венок
теплотой сердечною отогрел как смог

Я страшусь разлучницы больше чем разлук
что от глаз доверчивых отвернёшься вдруг
Может  быть неправа я может ты не прав
может быть забава я средь других забав

Оля Оля Оленька - шёпот будто крик
Оля Оля Оленька - как душа болит
Быть любви невенчанной смятым пал венок
теплотой сердечною отогрел как смог

Обжигаясь ласкою плачу от стыда
прячется под маскою счастье как беда
Бережный мой бережный чуткость рук твоих
мне нужна по прежнему я умру без них

Оля Оля Оленька - шёпот будто крик
Оля Оля Оленька - как душа болит
Быть любви невенчанной смятым пал венок
теплотой сердечною отогрел как смог

Всё непрочно знаю я правит бог судьбой
всё равно я счастлива каждый миг с тобой

Оля Оля Оленька - шопот будто крик
Оля Оля Оленька - как душа болит
Быть любви невенчанной смятым пал венок
теплотой сердечною отогрел как смог

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                Питерка
Olenkaby Piterka Badmaeva OlgaSong — Words and Music by the Author
translation by Guru.I
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Olya, Olya, Olenka — a whisper like a cry.Olya, Olya, Olenka — how the soul aches.To a love unblessed — the wreath fell, crumpled.With the warmth of your heart, you warmed me as best you could.

You said I was strong — if only it were so.I would be happy then, my dear odd one.You called me mysterious, a secret for you.I know, my magical one, you were teasing with love.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — a whisper like a cry.Olya, Olya, Olenka — how the soul aches.To a love unblessed — the wreath fell, crumpled.With the warmth of your heart, you warmed me as best you could.

I fear the other woman more than I fear partings —that you'll turn away from trusting eyes.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're wrong,maybe I'm just a plaything among other games.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — a whisper like a cry.Olya, Olya, Olenka — how the soul aches.To a love unblessed — the wreath fell, crumpled.With the warmth of your heart, you warmed me as best you could.

Burning with tenderness, I cry in shame.Happiness hides behind a mask, like sorrow.My gentle, caring one — the sensitivity of your hands —I still need it. I would die without it.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — a whisper like a cry.Olya, Olya, Olenka — how the soul aches.To a love unblessed — the wreath fell, crumpled.With the warmth of your heart, you warmed me as best you could.

All is fragile, I know — fate is ruled by God.Still, I'm happy for every moment with you.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — a whisper like a cry.Olya, Olya, Olenka — how the soul aches.To a love unblessed — the wreath fell, crumpled.With the warmth of your heart, you warmed me as best you could.
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 Poetic Translationby Guru.I

Olenkaby Piterka (translated by Guru.I)

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Olya, Olya, Olenka — your whisper like a cry,your name repeats in twilight air, as tears begin to dry.Love unwed, its garland crushed, lay fallen in the dew—but your heart’s warm shelter kept me safe, as best you knew.

You once called me strong, my dear—if only it were true.I’d live in joy, not trembling fear, my odd beloved you.To you I was a mystery, a riddle wrapped in grace—but I saw through your loving laugh, your tender, teasing face.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — your whisper like a cry,your name repeats in twilight air, as tears begin to dry.Love unwed, its garland crushed, lay fallen in the dew—but your heart’s warm shelter kept me safe, as best you knew.

I fear the other’s cunning more than parting's weight.What if those trusting eyes of yours one day just look away?Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps you are. Or just another flame—a fleeting thrill among the rest, a smile without a name.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — your whisper like a cry,your name repeats in twilight air, as tears begin to dry.Love unwed, its garland crushed, lay fallen in the dew—but your heart’s warm shelter kept me safe, as best you knew.

I burn with tender touches past, ashamed of how they sear.And joy now hides behind a mask that sorrow once held dear.Your careful hands, your quiet grace, your fingertips of light—I need them still. Without them, love, I’d vanish into night.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — your whisper like a cry,your name repeats in twilight air, as tears begin to dry.Love unwed, its garland crushed, lay fallen in the dew—but your heart’s warm shelter kept me safe, as best you knew.

Yes, all is fragile. Fate is king. But even so, I know—I was truly happy, love, each moment you bestowed.

Olya, Olya, Olenka — your whisper like a cry,your name repeats in twilight air, as tears begin to dry.Love unwed, its garland crushed, lay fallen in the dew—but your heart’s warm shelter kept me safe, as best you knew

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 Olya-Olya-Olenka
By Piterka Badmaeva Olga
Song – Words and Music by the Author

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper like a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a withered wreath,
Yet you warmed it as best you could with your gentle heat.

You said that I am strong,
If only that were true...
I would have found my happiness,
Oh, my dear fool...
You called me mysterious,
A riddle to unfold...
But I know, my fairy tale,
You were teasing, wrapped in love.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper like a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a withered wreath,
Yet you warmed it as best you could with your gentle heat.

I fear the temptress' game
Far more than parting’s pain,
That one day your trusting eyes
Will turn away again...
Maybe I am wrong,
Maybe you are too,
Maybe I'm just a fleeting joy
Among the joys you choose.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper like a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a withered wreath,
Yet you warmed it as best you could with your gentle heat.

Burned by tender touches,
Ashamed, my tears conceal,
Happiness hides behind a mask,
A sorrow it can't reveal.
Oh, my careful, careful love,
How your hands still mean so much,
Without their warmth upon my skin,
I will fade without your touch.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper like a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a withered wreath,
Yet you warmed it as best you could with your gentle heat.

All is fragile, yes, I know,
Fate is ruled by God alone,
Yet still, I cherish every breath,
Every moment by your side…

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper like a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a withered wreath,
Yet you warmed it as best you could with your gentle heat.

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Olya-Olya-Olenka
By Piterka Badmaeva Olga
Translated by Guru.I

Song – Words and Music by the Author

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Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper turning into a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a wreath cast aside,
Yet you warmed it as best you could, with your gentle light.

You called me strong—
If only it were true…
Then happiness would be mine,
Oh, my dear fool...
You saw a mystery, a secret untold,
But I knew, my fairy tale,
You were teasing wrapped in love.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper turning into a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a wreath cast aside,
Yet you warmed it as best you could, with your gentle light.

I fear the temptress far more than parting,
That one day your trusting gaze
Might turn away without a warning.
Perhaps I am wrong,
Perhaps you are too,
Perhaps I am just another dream
Among the dreams you choose.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper turning into a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a wreath cast aside,
Yet you warmed it as best you could, with your gentle light.

Scorched by tenderness, I weep in shame,
Happiness hides behind a mask,
Like sorrow calling itself by another name.
Oh, my careful, careful love,
The way your hands still mean so much...
Without their warmth upon my skin,
I would fade without your touch.

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper turning into a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a wreath cast aside,
Yet you warmed it as best you could, with your gentle light.

Everything is fragile—I know it too well,
Fate is written by God's own hand,
Yet still, I cherish every breath,
Every moment by your side…

Olya, Olya, Olenka—
A whisper turning into a cry,
Olya, Olya, Olenka—
Oh, how my soul aches...
Love unblessed, a wreath cast aside,
Yet you warmed it as best you could, with your gentle light.

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