The I-feel-like-writing-this ficathon

[ishime]

Bienvenue à tous !

Gens de ma f-list, n'hésitez pas à faire de la pub au meme sur votre journal ou ailleurs, ça serait très très bienvenu - plus on est, mieux le meme marche !

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[flo_nelja]

* Vnuchka Yaga, tu proposes un persos de conte russe, j'aime bien Vassilissa la sage.

[Edit] Ou, alternativement, du Vnuchka Yaga sur cette chanson qui me fait tripper ces temps-ci.

Traduction anglaise des paroles :

Oh, the dark night is my mother
And the moon sliver is my dad
My little sister is the killer noon
My big sister is the lightning's evil strike

Oh, night, my night, where is your daughter?

Speak up, go out, Moscow, but don't go beyond the ring-fence
Burn up, flame up, Moscow, the geese fly high up in the sky
Tell me, Moscow, about the dark gold of your seven hills
Burn like a candle, Moscow, you love is bitter like summer smoke

On the seven hills there's magic swan geese
Seven hearts to each swan's breast
Oh, the first heart is of pearl
But the seventh's heart is iron

Oh, night, my night, who is your daughter?

Speak up, go out, Moscow, but don't go beyond the ring-fence
Burn up, flame up, Moscow, the geese fly high up in the sky
Tell me, Moscow, about the dark gold of your seven hills
Burn like a candle, Moscow, you love is bitter like summer smoke

In my city bells chime --
Three-handed, six-winged,
Seven-arrowed, unquenchable,
My fire swans!

Oh, night, my night, I am your daughter

Speak up, go out, Moscow, but don't go beyond the ring-fence
Burn up, flame up, Moscow, the geese fly high up in the sky
Tell me, Moscow, about the dark gold of your seven hills
Burn like a candle, Moscow, you love is bitter like summer smoke