The love and the hate are boiling within,
Don't ask me why, I don't know:
The wounding sounds of my heart's sting
Explain it, when you bow.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-27.03.2000 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
She came to me on the railway station
And with her the spring was back again
I saw the wide meadow within her green eyes
When we're waiting' for the train.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- *.03.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Dedicated to Anthony Burgess
The metal clock details are
Pined into the plastic orange peel
You can see the spring
And it will roll with the reel
There is my young age; it's hidden
Within this "dead fruit".
The time which is comin'after the magic childhood.
She was dancing,
She was holding my arms,
I felt her breath, embracing her waist,
And I understood her simple charms
We made slow moves and
They were the best.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 08.10.2000 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The cup is empty,
The tea was drunk,
It's another mournful night.
The paper is waiting for my hand
Does the pen stop this plight?
ŠR.T.V.fecit-5.05.2000 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
One China girl lost control
In her dancing, well, I did so too
And we were the reckless pair
Which behaved us true.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-12.11.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
I was playin' the guitar
In the kitchen,
And the girls understood
The blues that I feel
But they didn't know
What I was singing
Sitting on the dirty window-sill
ŠR.T.V.fecit-22.11.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
We whiled away the evening,
Drinkin' the beer, the room was dim
I watched the ugly crocodile
Swimming on the TV screen
ŠR.T.V.fecit-2.02.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
On the riverside we sipped the wine
Then I wrote somethin'on the sand,
But the waves erased my lines,
The water won this battle in the end.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-12.03.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
To live without her is to lost my mind,
To see her beside is to feel the calm,
When everything inside is burnin' up:
That's why I wanna be with her again.
ŠBy Zippy 4.12.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Why is she still hurting me?
I can't pull these roots from inside,
Why is she still hurting me?
I can't put things straight.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-14.08.2000 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
It's stuffy; I need the remindful air,
Where that girl with the raven's hair?
Without her I feel the intimate blight.
It's necessary to open the windows wide.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 22.07.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Flyin'so high, trying to remember,
How many days I spent alone.
When I get down I'll jump in the train,
Driving thru da desert
To cry ya the song.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 4.06.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The little stupid girl stole my big turtle Rita,
But I returned her happily back in the aquarium.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 21.4.2002 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Slow and sure be
My mouth with such kisses filled
As the drops from the clouds
In which streets have been distilled
You may bite,
You may slip in my heart if you will,
When the scent of the rain hang around us still
ŠR.T.V.fecit-12.04.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
My dream is on the highway,
It's hidden in the noise of car
When the wheels were rollin' rapidly,
I was gazing' at my star.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-8.06.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
I'm the little part of the Universe.
My world is the bright star
I guess it will shine everywhere
When you see me with my guitar.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-22.7.2002 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The sunlight's touching your hair,
The presence of the summer
We feel everywhere.
The lizards in the grass felt frightened,
When my melody became sad.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-8.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The hot spot & the American flag,
She's my drug; she's my dope.
I often think about my life
But I can't find the hope.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 22.06.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
I believe the voice of my heart
Lookin' into your eyes, beauty...
It said the love was made from your smile.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 23.01.2002 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Under the sombre clouds on the bench
I rested lonely and sad
And the shining stars sang
Their still melody over my head.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-3.7.2000 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Sparkling bright colors
Are the treats for your eyes,
I see the shadow strayin' from his route,
Too heated to feast, to loud to luck
I smell as the hungry wolf without the flute.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-5.04.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
I'm missing you, I'm writing these lines:
The swat covered my skin after the rain.
I found the sin inside my ugly suitcase
And I want to kill myself again.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-27.06.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
My fingers are finding in the space
Something to get hold. The game is over.
I lost my own world. I spread it on the glass:
Look at the dirty pink spot
Of my youth protest.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-25.2.2002 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
When after the rock concert
We're walking down the street
And in our dialogue
We told about something, it doesn't matter,
I understood that she's not the beauty,
But she looked so sweet,
She's just the perfect girl and I didn't flatter.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 22.11.Y2K ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
When I called her on the phone,
We made the date, three o'clock,
She came and stopped my long wait.
I was overjoyed as I wished myself to be,
Then we went to watch
The art-works in the picture-gallery.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-25.11.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
When you stooped to my ear,
I heard your warm voice;
It was so gentle
To listen through the chaotic noise,
What you whispered to me
And my face was flushing again
'Cause your tempting lips
Are driving me insane.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-25.12.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
It was the time to say "Goodbye",
I did it like this:
I made two timid steps,
Then I kissed her lips.
ŠR.T.V. kissed Loona-27.12.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The strange lulling music was playing around,
I showed her my stunning cheap loop tie.
Maybe I had the loose taste
To combine it with the red shirt,
But I behaved myself like a Bohemian guy.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-28.1.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Since she's gone I don't know what to do,
What I forgot to say, it brings the stinging pain.
The real love gives the answer slowly,
When I'll take her in my arms again.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-22.1.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
I bought CD to make the music on the PS,
Six hours after my fuss I felt tired,
Sitting in the tram crossing the center of X-city
I thought that my songs must
Be rhythmic and pretty.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-5.03.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The broken dish marked another day,
The time has come and slipped away.
And those seconds were melting into black,
When I lost'em there's, there's no way back.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-23.11.Y2k ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
The thick fog covered my little hick town,
When I was coming back
To home from my friend.
We watched two films on the video,
And I didn't grudge about the time we spent.
ŠR.T.V.fecit-31.1.2001 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
(dedicated to Louis Armstrong)
If you're agree that
The musician must be born,
Then his birthday started
The beginning of all jive,
Cause the trumpet was
Inside his soundful soul
And the melodies were
Taken from it during all his life.
ŠWritten by Journo.From his own Diary.4.07.2000
"ANIMALS:THE TOUR OF RIPPING FUN"
The crumpled ticket in my pocket was
The expectation of dream which came true,
Then their Rock'n'roll riffs insisted
the people to scream and shout
With tears on my face I heard
old Rhythm & Blues from 60's:
The unique age when
youthful views on life were bright and loud,
They believed that the rebellious dances
Can really change this musty world.
What's now? I guess their hopes
are the tarnished splinters of gold
ŠWritten by Journo.From His Own Diary.25.04.2000
My present dreams are so spicy,
Probably, I can pretend how you look nude
I remember your formal bliss
Even without your kisses I feel myself good.
ŠR.T.V.fecit- 30.08.2003 ŠRuslan Trohnyuk
Š"The Raptiles"+"Gouache" ŠDJ Zippy Freak
ŠWritten by R.T.V.(ŠHis Majesty Ruslan Trohnuk)
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