Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices

Ivan Vinogradov

Translated by Alec Vagapov

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ITS EASY TO BE LOVED...
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Thereve been thunderbolts, rains,
Separations and fears,
But there havent been pains,
And there havent been tears.
I have faced blowing winds,
Many roads Ive got by,
But there havent been wounds
And my kerchiefs been dry.
Now my breath I cant hold
Nor the beat of my heart,
And my bloods running cold
Now that we are apart.
Far be it from me
To censure like daft...
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Its harder to be
In love than be loved.

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We ate an apple, you and I,
Youd bite at one side, I at the other.
And suddenly in my minds eye
I thought we were Eve and Adam,
And though we had to draw the line
At getting into sweet good trouble
We did appear to be like
That famous couple from the Bible.



SEEING MY DARLING OFF

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Now the sky looks at me with a frown,
Its so dull and deserted today,
Its upset, I suppose it is down
cause my darling is going away.
Oh my heaven, we both miss her badly!
And we both hope for something again.
We meet her with sunshine gladly
And we see her off always with rain.
Here I stand on the platform, worrying
Broken-hearted, as cold as ice.
...Down on me little drops are a-falling.
From the sky, or perhaps from my eyes.

THE OMEN
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People say
That yellow means betrayal.
Outside my window
Theres a tree.
What do autumns leaves
portend in real?
Do they signify adultery?
Though not superstitious,
I am anxious
For my prospects
Which look dull and gray.
And I feel upset when amber branches
Outside my window sway.