The splendid stream of water in the fountains of the Summer Palace was also cut off. stabbed by a woman's sharp dagger Like a scene from an opera that has now become third-rate My heart is torn and I want to die bleeding out A man lost in a dream walks the streets of the midnight sun. There are many religious catechisms, but there is no salvation What is not a sin becomes a sin The incomprehensible White Nights, like the Brothers Karamazov. It is the White Nights of Petersburg, where all the stars in the mystery of the black field have disappeared. Pushkin challenges his cheating wife to a duel His passionate life ended. Foolish. Life tricked you. There is no need to challenge a duel in the harbor alley Even the flowers of the night stand out i can't love It's a delusion without a boundary between day and night What kind of encounters and partings are there in love? Russia, Russia, busy Russia like rush hour! I'm like a white Russian woman in exile I can't forget the snow-covered fields of my hometown Running in a dark and gloomy corridor in a foreign country Crushing the thin glass of an incandescent light bulb with your fingernails As if walking through white snow until your bones numb I want to hear the soothing sound of nostalgia. The people of the ruined country who left their hometown just embraced the futility It is a night when I open my eyes dimly without pupils. The revolution came to this city and tasted the splendor It sprouted from Tolstoy or Lenin. There are people who died because of the revolution. Some people flutter like flags. Is the revolution day or night? A revolution is straight ahead with agitation, but it is a night of intrigue. Without conspiracies like secret drugs How can agitation propaganda work? I can't help it on days like this Go to the Emirate Winter Palace Look at the portraits of the Russian emperors of the past. With men with well-trimmed mustaches I see empresses with voluptuous breasts all the same. In it, she killed her husband and became empress. Twenty-two or three men in my arms There is also Empress Ekazerina. she is sad I who can't be held in her mother's arms I will fall into the arms of a prostitute who knows men better than Ekazerina. Russia, Russia, is Mayakovsky the only revolutionary child? Those who dream of aurora in the midnight sun Like the prostitutes in Aurora's dream, the revolution Even if you sleep with bread as a pillow Flowers will bloom in the port of Petersburg. But the night never came like night Dawn was not bright. Dawn was not as bright as waking from an egg. Who will turn around without sin? There is only whiteness that remains like a sin no matter how many times you use it. Like the incomprehensible white night built with incomprehensible beauty it's petersburg As spring comes and flowers bloom Beauty is sometimes without even an inch of error From the ruthless exploitation of labour, Revolution turns the tables, failure is the mother of success It is like the white night that always comes. It is the awakening of delusion. It is the illusion of awakening. It is better to leave the swamp as a swamp.
Somewhere on the other side, still tossing and falling asleep, The pain of waking people who can't sleep Today I am with the Orthodox Jesus who cannot sleep. ..
Her performance make me sure confidently❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Yeol Eum Son is wonderful and stable as usual. Then, nice orchestra and conductor!!
As a result, she seems to be dancing more than usual. Excellent!
The splendid stream of water in the fountains of the Summer Palace was also cut off.
stabbed by a woman's sharp dagger
Like a scene from an opera that has now become third-rate
My heart is torn and I want to die bleeding out
A man lost in a dream walks the streets of the midnight sun.
There are many religious catechisms, but there is no salvation
What is not a sin becomes a sin
The incomprehensible White Nights, like the Brothers Karamazov.
It is the White Nights of Petersburg, where all the stars in the mystery of the black field have disappeared.
Pushkin challenges his cheating wife to a duel
His passionate life ended. Foolish.
Life tricked you.
There is no need to challenge a duel in the harbor alley
Even the flowers of the night stand out
i can't love
It's a delusion without a boundary between day and night
What kind of encounters and partings are there in love?
Russia, Russia, busy Russia like rush hour!
I'm like a white Russian woman in exile
I can't forget the snow-covered fields of my hometown
Running in a dark and gloomy corridor in a foreign country
Crushing the thin glass of an incandescent light bulb with your fingernails
As if walking through white snow until your bones numb
I want to hear the soothing sound of nostalgia.
The people of the ruined country who left their hometown just embraced the futility
It is a night when I open my eyes dimly without pupils.
The revolution came to this city and tasted the splendor
It sprouted from Tolstoy or Lenin.
There are people who died because of the revolution.
Some people flutter like flags.
Is the revolution day or night?
A revolution is straight ahead with agitation, but it is a night of intrigue.
Without conspiracies like secret drugs
How can agitation propaganda work?
I can't help it on days like this
Go to the Emirate Winter Palace
Look at the portraits of the Russian emperors of the past.
With men with well-trimmed mustaches
I see empresses with voluptuous breasts all the same.
In it, she killed her husband and became empress.
Twenty-two or three men in my arms
There is also Empress Ekazerina. she is sad
I who can't be held in her mother's arms
I will fall into the arms of a prostitute who knows men better than Ekazerina.
Russia, Russia, is Mayakovsky the only revolutionary child?
Those who dream of aurora in the midnight sun
Like the prostitutes in Aurora's dream, the revolution
Even if you sleep with bread as a pillow
Flowers will bloom in the port of Petersburg.
But the night never came like night
Dawn was not bright.
Dawn was not as bright as waking from an egg.
Who will turn around without sin?
There is only whiteness that remains like a sin no matter how many times you use it.
Like the incomprehensible white night
built with incomprehensible beauty
it's petersburg As spring comes and flowers bloom
Beauty is sometimes without even an inch of error
From the ruthless exploitation of labour,
Revolution turns the tables, failure is the mother of success
It is like the white night that always comes.
It is the awakening of delusion. It is the illusion of awakening.
It is better to leave the swamp as a swamp.
Somewhere on the other side, still tossing and falling asleep,
The pain of waking people who can't sleep
Today I am with the Orthodox Jesus who cannot sleep.
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