The Joy of Summer Ennui

My translation of the song "The Joy of Summer Ennui" / "Счастье Дачной Скуки", performed by Oleg Mityaev


There is joy in nothing care
That is getting sure with time
Guessing right with sounds I dare:
Forest’s, church and fields’ I try…

And each night, My Dear Bandmaster,
Rocking sleepy tops of trees -
Wind, I’ve long ago known
By my walking moonlit streets!

Refrain:
And all day long look closer at the height of sky
Without friends, without fools!
How to filter silence through myself I try
From the clouds those magic rules!

Learning: if don’t want - won’t hear!
As if all is in my hands!
Feels like overstepping limits
Of the lines in clouds I can!


Though, as soon as I have flown
Like on duty cherub will
I’ll be back, for sure, my home
Getting little…Other Being!


Refrain:
And all day long look closer at the height of sky
Without friends, without fools!
How to filter silence through myself I try
From the clouds those magic rules!


What’s moreover, you should know
That I can’t confess to you:
It’s so pleasant – being alone -
In an empty house, in view!


Cause while I’m with you-still trouble:
I remain on couch, I am!
Real couch potato-trouble… -
Wish I were in white clouds then…


Refrain:
Still I’ll listen quite in real all them:
All my friends and all the fools
But to filtrate the silence through myself I’ll learn…-
I’ll get trained from clouds above
But to filtrate the silence through myself I’ll learn…-
I’ll get trained from clouds above!


02/07/2012