A Long, Happy Life

To the shocks, we say yes, to the celebrations, yes,
Horizons grow wide, like a blazing caress.
Inspiration ignites in the heart’s restless flame,
There’s no more "no," just beginnings untamed.
In the void that lingers in silent retreat,
Through immortal shadows, the voices repeat.
The world is so deep, your gaze ever alive,
In these centuries, where steel is refined.
We read the chronicles of dusty roads,
In the winds that howl past distant tomorrows,
Through deserts of dreams, tracing footsteps untold,
Where no one has dared, but our star still glows bold.
Temptation’s a path, and challenge a fire,
We march into eternity, through dreams that aspire.
There are no walls, no limits in sight,
Only the sky that will guide us through night.

A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us.
A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us, us, us, us.
A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us.

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Счастливая жизнь

There’s Still Time to Tell Her

Moments fade, with every beat,
A century slips like smoke in retreat.
You stand here, in your little space,
Seeking answers, but silence you face.
Days flow like rivers beneath a grey sky,
You’re young, and it seems eternity’s nigh.
But time, like rain, dissolves the disguise,
And suddenly, ten years pass you by.
You chase the sun, but the shadows grow long,
As if you’ve been chasing yourself all along.
The sun is the same, but its glow grows dim,
And your heart feels deeper, more rugged within.
Each year makes the borders clearer,
Time shrinks like rain in a mirror.
Plans are but lines in a forgotten note,
Like dreams that dawn erased and remote.

Yet love remains, through the wear and tear,
A light, a flame, still burning there.
Winter is cold, but you’ve still got a chance,
To tell her all you've longed to confess in advance.

Есть время сказать ей

Motherland, Freedom, Love

I ride to you — a strange place and time,
The mist spreads softly, in silence sublime.
Golden bride in my dreams shines bright,
Yet shadows surround me, in a quiet descent of the night.
You call me, your voice hidden in the dark,
But the evening’s as still as a sleepless lark.
The pulse in each step feels like waves in the sea,
And the light on the rise hasn’t changed centuries free.
My dear, don’t wake me again from my sleep,
I’ll not miss the sunset that’s mine to keep.
The fog on the glass says more than words can,
And my weariness here is as thin as a strand.
The branches of time shatter illusions so clear,
The hands of fate draw paths that veer.
Here, dreams and fantasies are laid to rest,
Love cloaks the sunset in a smile.

My dear, wake me gently when the morning’s bright,
Perhaps I’ll walk this path again in the light.
For all I have is motherland, freedom, and love,
Motherland, freedom, love.

Родина, свобода, любовь

All We Need is Love

Love,
Not bound by power or speech,
There’s nothing you can’t reach,
But is that the point? Is the goal the reply?
What’s truly precious burns in your heart, flows in your blood like fire on high.
It’s easy to see: not creation makes us eternal,
But the art of being — here, in the now, internal.
Love, like light in the cracks of time’s thread,
Is not in deeds, nor triumphs we dread,
Not in the songs we sing for the rest,
But in you, in the core of your living quest.
Each day’s not a climb to the peak,
But a journey to self, if we dare to seek.
Love is all you need, so pure and free,
Inspiring like early autumn’s spree,
A dawn on the horizon, calling afar,
You need not save, the world’s already a star.
All’s been done, and will be again —
Yet your path through it all remains your unique reign.
All the knowledge in the world reveals nothing new,
Nothing unseen that hasn’t been in view,
But every step is destined,
Each pause is you, already ascended.
There lies love, simple as the morning light,
Deep as the ancient night.
And it’s all you need —
Love is the beginning and the end indeed.
In it are all answers, all meanings, all ways,
There’s nothing else to crave or praise,
Except you, true and alive,
In time’s rhythm, in life’s dance you strive.
Though it’s simple, it’s hard to admit:
All we need — is love, that’s it.

Все что нам нужно это любовь

At Dawn

Look at the river from the bridge
On a misty, rainy day.
And say goodbye
To fleeting dreams, cast away.
They’re lost in the depths of past wandering streams,
In places now fading, just memories it seems.
And say goodbye
To those who sank below,
In the river you see as you watch the flow.
It feels so simple, everything seems,
So far and blurred, like distant dreams,
Like the fog that fades
At dawn.

На рассвете

You Will Be Forever with Me

Sorrow melts away, leaving no trace,
It's hard to grasp, yet a fire ignites within.
Words dissolve with every breath,
In the night, where all lies beyond the rules.

Forget everything, let yourself fade,
Souls entwined, fates interwoven,
Glances speak, words left behind,
All that matters is waking under one roof.

Pain, death, and war are forgotten,
And the eternal snow's chill melts inside.
At dawn, you’ll leave, the marks of your lips,
Twilight—a highway to the boundless sky.

Let a trace remain, just a small fragment,
To remember who was longed for in silence.
I watch as you vanish into the sunrise,
Your image lingers in my solitude.

Forget everything, you are all that was,
You will be forever with me.

Ты будешь вечно со мной

Spring Is Just Beginning

You gaze at spring as an old friend,
She dances among gray fields like smoke.
Her steps echo like thunder in the clouds,
Her breath—a wind that strips away our old skin.

You know that spring is not just flowers,
It’s blood breaking through the snow.
She arrives with war in her heart,
Yet her song is all that’s ever needed of her.

You carry spring upon your shoulders,
Her weight—youth’s radiant sins.
But you know she brings light,
And that light is your face, your name.

Spring is a moan in the night,
You walk, and the sky cracks beneath your steps.
We all await her as if awaiting an end,
But you know—spring is just beginning.

Весна только начинается

God Save the Dictatorship

All power—root to crown,
A vessel that cracks but never spills.
Search here for the beginning, search here for the end—
All roads diverge into carefree utopias.

Not "yes," not "no"—just countless faces,
Staring into you, like an empty well.
Neither ours nor strangers—we are links in a chain,
That holds the sky, the earth, and dreams alike.

This war will paint the heavens copper-red,
The victor always finds themselves.
You ache within me, a wound of the ages,
But through the pain, I see the fire.

No storm, no silent wind can break us,
Our star will guide us still.
As long as you're here, as long as you shine within,
I live for you, to remember what matters.

We share our fate, like bread split in two,
This unity—a fracture and salvation.
One sky hangs over all, over everything,
One truth rules the fleeting moment.

Here, there is no freedom to tear at the seams,
Here, there is but one truth, beyond measure.
God save this eternal regime,
Where we have become a single world.

Боже храни диктатуру

Something More

A Rilke book by the bedside,
My shirt soaked in your scent.
The bottomless night is fleetingly beautiful,
A tender twilight of a winter morning.

Something more than just me—
It warms when you open your eyes.
Rhymes for the word love—
Not cliché, not crude.

To say I love you—
It is tenderness,
It is courage,
It is rain over the wasteland.

It is rain over the graveyard,
Deep within the heart,
Where all who were once loved
Now rest.

Where all who once loved
Now lie.

2025

Что-то большее

And She Never Came

In my apartment, bathed in starlight,
I awaited her, cloaked in radiance.
Sparks of our gazes intertwined,
My heart burned with the magic of love.

We sat, we laughed, we spoke
Of life’s scripts, as if played in a film.
In our secret refuge, silently enamored,
We wove fate’s threads like a mystical tale.

She came with the sunset, left with the dawn,
Between tender words and trembling hearts.
Our endless nights passed in a moment,
Sheltered from the weight of the world.

But one day, the snow fell outside,
And she never came. The days drizzled endlessly.
In the emptiness of my heart, like a desolate desert,
She never returned, and her traces were lost.

2025

И она не пришла

Painful and Eternal

Once again, my dream weeps,
Snow covers the past.
You used to buy bagels at the movies—
Do you still remember?

A voice still lingers,
But no strength left to speak.
It feels like there’s no way out,
And even the sunrise won’t save me.

Maybe lie down beneath the tram,
Maybe just sleep it away.
Pain is brief but bright,
The heaviest withdrawal.

I never became to you
What you became to me.
Funny, isn’t it?
All the conversations—

Kisses, caresses,
Slow dances,
A room where it was just us two,
Alleys and crossroads,

Dark stairwells,
The ache of waiting,
Late-night calls,
Saying “forgive me” and “I forgive.”

It all feels eternal—
Until it ends.
A fading day,
An irreversible spring.

To suffer through you
Just to find myself again.
My gentle sunshine,
I’m sorry it turned out this way.

She will never love you
Again.
Don’t worry, you’ll survive it all.
I’m always with you, even if I’m far away.

Killing love inside yourself—
It’s painful and eternal.

2025

Больно и вечно

Emaciated Love

A withered echo slips from my lips,
The words I once cast—carried off by the wind.
Forgive me my fear, the harmony shattered,
Forgive me the light that faded to dusk.

How to turn back? Why has this path
Grown fragile, like ice on a nameless river?
I gave so little, I tried to deceive
The silence that called us with desperate light.

Is it too late to believe? Too late to confess?
The void between lines gnaws ruthless and hollow.
There are things I never could say,
Now turned to ash that unsettles my heart.

A dimming day, an unyielding spring,
Our souls are a sunset at crossroads.
I beg you, endure, emaciated love,
Don’t you remember how the stars shone on the snow?

2025

Исхудавшая любовь

Euphoria

A touch—an electric burst,
Igniting flames from old archives.
Who am I to you? No answer is needed,
I see only your boundless light.

Breathing you in—like catching a star,
Believing in "tomorrow," even in the void.
A frostbitten sting, the tenderness of winter waves,
I am with you till the end, till spring’s return.

The evening weaves its pattern of shadows,
But knowing you exist is enough.
You are meaning, rhythm, a distant glow,
The air that burns in every turn.

In the chance twists of dusty roads,
In the touch of the wind, in reflections at my feet,
In the fire of sunsets, behind a wall of rain—
You forever resound with warmth.

It matters not—frost or blazing heat,
As long as each day begins and ends
With you.

2025

Эйфория

Snow

Street, midnight, and behind you—
Crystals falling from the sky,
Your hesitation, your fear,
Your laughter, light and full of wonder—
It’s beautiful.

You lay beneath the starry sky,
A moment to remember,
To echo back one day
Through vast new meetings.

The snow falls freely,
Covering everything,
Silently, softly,
Erasing all our future mistakes.

And there, on your lashes,
Snowflakes melt,
You smile at me—
A reward for something unspoken.

And everything will be fine, I’ll disturb you
Just a little—but forever.
You smile, and the snow is so beautiful
On your lashes in winter’s night.

2025

Снег

The Weary Caress of a Portrait

1
You are the reflection of all my past love,
Full of energy, youth, and thirst for life.
And inside, a piercing sense of a sparkling game,
A feeling of connection through past lives.
How many touches have we shared?

2
And in this life, will there be
Anything more between us than glances
At each other in the dim light of this cinema hall?
My thoughts are filled with you alone,
Another devotion to Aphrodite.

3
Why do I need a world where I cannot touch you?
The thaw drips, extinguishing the fire of a cigarette,
While a flame ignites within me, perhaps
Born of misunderstanding and surrender to feeling.
But what if I kill the sprouts of love once more?

4
And what if I do not worship eternal love,
But simply kill the deepest part of myself
And return to the path of ordinary existence,
Where there is no place
For the weary caress of your portrait?

2025

Усталая ласка портрета

Brahms

You are incomparably warm, a vintage glow,
As original as yet another autumn,
And your wandering gaze
Lures me into a labyrinth.

You know of Brahms and Shakespeare,
But never delved too deep—and that’s beautiful.
Everyone has their own exits, their own escapes,
And everyone plays more than one role.

For me, your laughter is a reward,
Fevered dreams on a burning night.
A career is wonderful, but it won’t keep you warm.
Remember me—without sorrow.

To be near you so often
And never dare to speak the truth—
Not even an enemy deserves such fate.
Better to lie on a balcony under the sun.

Why does spring exist?—so the sun may shine.
Why do you exist?—so you may be loved.
To believe in something, in the power of the human spirit,
While a mist of tenderness drapes the mountains of longing.

A wound is the place where the light enters us.
A sudden, strange emptiness—
Not even emptiness, but silence,
And not despair, but stillness.

As if nothing had crumbled, yet all had frozen in place.
For a tender gaze, like a sharp turn,
Can twist all paths into a maze.
She looked at me in wonder—

And I suddenly,
Quite unexpectedly,
Understood
That I had loved this woman all my life.

2025

Брамс

Warmth

This feeling—it flickers like a shimmer,
On the edge of a fractured glass forest.
Do you feel warm in this fragile flame,
Where nostalgia’s pattern burns to the end?

Sunrises—like a brush painting voids,
Why do their strokes touch the canvas of heights?
Why were you given to me?—the question cuts deep,
Like an echo, fading, ringing behind the glass.

Memory is a river without a source,
Its current—shards of sighs and moans.
And every spring is irreversible,
It melts like a word never spoken.

Do you remember my name?
This feeling—it’s like light forever seeking a door.
I do not know it, but I know these sensations,
And I hope it warms you in the silence.

2025

Тепло

To Lay the Last Tenderness

Instead of a letter...
Tobacco smoke has eaten the air.
The room—
a chapter in Kruchyonykh’s hell.
Remember—
by this window,
for the first time,
I touched your hands in rapturous fever.
And now you sit,
your heart in iron.
One more day—
and you will drive me out,
perhaps with curses.
In the dim hallway,
a trembling hand
won’t find its way into a sleeve.
I’ll run,
throw my body into the street,
wild,
losing my mind,
lashed by despair.
No,
don’t let it come to this,
my dear,
my love,
let’s part now.
Still, my love—
a heavy weight—
hangs on you,
no matter where you run.
Let me scream one last time,
cry out the bitterness of wounded pleas.
If a bull is worked to death,
it sinks into cold waters.
But apart from your love,
I have no sea—
and no prayer wrung from weeping
will grant your love its rest.
If a weary elephant seeks peace,
it will lie, majestic,
in the scorched sand.
But apart from your love,
I have no sun—
and I don’t even know where you are,
or with whom.
If such torment had befallen another poet,
he’d trade his beloved
for wealth and fame.
But for me,
no chime rings with joy,
except the sound of your name.
I won’t leap from the ledge,
won’t drink poison,
won’t press the trigger against my temple.
No blade has power over me,
except the sharp edge of your gaze.
Tomorrow,
you’ll forget how I crowned you,
how I burned my soul into yours with love.
And the whirlwind of fleeting days
will scatter the pages of my books...
Will my words,
like dry autumn leaves,
make you pause,
gasping for breath?
Let me, at least,
lay the last tenderness
beneath your departing step.

Original lyrics in russian by Russian and Soviet poet Vladimir Mayakovsky 
1916

Год Таер. Последней нежностью выстелить. 2025

Последней нежностью выстелить

You Deserve a Poem in Your Name
1
Maybe this summer will be rainy.
 Why does your gaze always drift away?
 I hardly know you…
 A streetlamp glows dimly.
An evening walk in the park,
 Spilled across the dusk.
 I brushed against you by chance,
 You said something to me.
We head to a café, where the scent of coffee
 Cannot overpower your gentle aroma.
 I can’t recall exactly —
 Was it lilac, or roses,
Or sea breeze, or sunlight above the water?
 I won’t invent an image of you
 In my mind.
 What you are is enough for me.
Just your being is enough.
 I don’t know why I write this…
CHORUS
Why does everything
 Always feel so singular?
I thought I had already died inside.
 But you, your mere existence
 Brought me back to life.
2
I don’t know how
 To bring my thoughts to you…
 Afraid to seem foolish or awkward,
To scare you off, to drive you away,
 To part before we even meet
 On a quiet walk,
 Alone in a dark alley,
Talking about this and that.
 If only I were a painter —
 But all I can do is write these verses…
 Because you deserve
A poem in your name, an epic,
 A world laid in ruins,
 A conquered kingdom,
 An entire universe (all of space in parentheses).
I lie scrolling through socials,
 The city hums gently outside.
This overflow of feelings
 Will not let me be.
CHORUS
Why does everything
 Always feel so singular?
I thought I had already died inside.
 But you, your mere existence
 Brought me back to life.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Ты заслужила в честь себя поэму

I Wrote These Lines Instead of Your Portrait
1
And you’re somewhere under
 This starry sky…
 Why do lights go out?
 So that someday
We might talk about it.
 I wrote these lines instead
 Of your portrait —
 I don’t even know
If they turned out well.
 But they are special,
 Because in them
 Is you.
This has happened to me before —
 Thousands of cigarettes,
 Thousands of coffees ago —
 Sunsets, dawns replacing each other,
All for the chance
 To someday meet you.
 Even in a dream.
 That would be enough,
Not too little —
 It’s everything.
 To know these lines
 Will enter the egregore
And one day reach you.
CHORUS
And the dim glow of the night lamp,
 And the warm spring-summer night,
 And I’m afraid to write you,
 Don’t know why.
Believe in yourself and your dream.
 Believe in something bright.
 To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
2
And they will reach you one day,
 These lines,
 Suddenly, irrevocably,
 (In parentheses — or maybe not),
 And someone else will write you
New inspired-inspiring
 Lines.
A star
 Burns high above the rooftop.
 I was born in a beautiful time,
 The time when you were born.
A stately, sweet birch
 In the midst of a concrete city
 On the edge
 Of a great empire.
Homeland, sky, love.
 You’ll forever remain in the depths of my heart.
 Sorry — again.
 I was swept up by euphoria
From seeing your
 Photo online.
 Girl of the metamodern age.
CHORUS
And the dim glow of the night lamp,
 And the warm spring-summer night,
 And I’m afraid to write you,
 Don’t know why.
Believe in yourself and your dream.
 Believe in something bright.
 To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Я написал эти строки вместо твоего портрета

To Love You Even More Than the Homeland — That Is Majestic
1
For the first time in this short life
 I’ve fallen in love — consciously.
 Not with a devouring love,
 But one that asks nothing in return.
To see your face, your smile, your laughter —
 I sit like a fool, remembering,
 Smiling to myself
 Into the void of a lonely room.
It’s impossible to love without pain,
 But one can love simply, quietly,
 Irrevocably.
 Without spilling the feeling,
Without letting the heart burn up,
 But keeping in it
 A glowing ember
 Of your emerald gaze,
That reassembles my whole world.
2
Look at the drifting clouds —
 Sunlight through them
 Guides a trembling, austere,
 Tender, brave,
Irrevocable youth.
 Freedom is no longer innocent.
 Just breathe in the fresh morning wind
 And step into a new, elevated day.
To love you more than anything,
 Even more than my homeland —
 That is majestic.
 Order, hierarchy, discipline —
I must be sincere,
 Loyal and active,
 Trying not to forget your name —
 Otherwise, why should I be?
A girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
==
“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Любить тебя даже сильнее Родины это величественно

A Girl in the Style of Hermann Hesse
1
An unexpected light — so soothing, so wondrous.
 These seconds cancel out and redeem the years of dark.
 A trembling leaf in a candid chapter
 On the pages of an art nouveau novel.
Idleness of days and the longing of sunset,
 Velvet hats, the scent of Venice.
 One rule of party discipline:
 The minority submits to the majority.
Not whimsy, not droplets in phrases —
 This plunge into you is swifter than awakening.
 Like a god immersed in his muse,
 He quietly renounces all arrogance.
Waiting in crowded theaters,
 Your silhouette — through lamps and air.
 One must not fear to sometimes reveal
 The heart, even if it costs a battalion.
So easy
 To fall with your heart
 For a girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.
2
A fragile veil — between wind and shadow,
 Morning in a watercolor dress.
 A challenge to cruelty, nectar for salvation,
 Poured like ozone into veins.
If I know you’ll come,
 I can wait forever.
 A temple in my chest — in deed and in light,
 Where prayer and midnight blend.
Modern society survives
 Through the spread of false consciousness —
 Via media, pop culture,
 And consumerist worship.
But I feel good between dream and the trail of perfume,
 In silence where the tea cup cools.
 To someday become a name
 Forgotten in your realm of fallen names.
So easy
 To fall with your heart
 For a girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Девушка в стиле Германа Гессе

Immerse Yourself in the Eternal Morning of an Endless Day
1
You’re like the first ray of sunlight,
 Like the breath of early autumn.
 Am I indifferent to you?
 Or did I just imagine it?
Do I come to you in dreams?
 Do you think of me now and then?
 Or have my face and name not
 Left a trace on your soul?
Yet I remembered all of it.
 What color are my eyes?
 I dream of seeing myself
 Reflected in yours.
Would you want me
 To give all of myself
 In worship of your
 Emerald gaze?
Or do you not need that?
 What do you need?
Is this love?
 Or are you simply spring embodied?
 This April revived my soul.
 These weightless, tenderly greening days.
CHORUS
 Immerse yourself in the eternal morning of an endless day,
 You are the anthem of a warm summer yet to come.
2
Like your gaze,
 Tearing through my space
 Without pain, without sorrow —
 Only pure, tender inspiration.
Only the pure ether
 Of your gentle lips,
 That won’t be mine —
 I’ve decided so.
This bright April
 Must not be tainted.
This space frames
 The outlines of your perfect form,
 So striking
 Against the ordinary.
No. This space won’t profane you.
 I won’t profane you.
 I’ll hold back —
 You won’t hear my confession
Until I feel it…
 Nymph of the streams,
 Of the concrete forest,
 Girl of the metamodern age.
Where and with whom do you greet the dawns?
 Under skies of azure or baby blue?
CHORUS
 Immerse yourself in the eternal morning of an endless day,
 You are the anthem of a warm summer yet to come.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Окунайся в вечное утро бесконечного дня

I Wonder What You Think of Me
1
I repeat myself,
Again and again,
 Every line — a rework
 Of past thoughts and phrases.
 All my texts are stolen
From my earlier notes,
 So banally lyrical.
 Forgive me, please,
 For this.
For rethinking
 What you’ll never know
 About me.
 Or maybe you will —
I don’t know.
 I know nothing.
 I’m not dying, I’ll stay alive,
 Just to see
How your life turns out beautifully,
 How your dreams come true.
 I wonder what you think of me —
 Pale-tender neck,
Blue pendant,
 Stickers, lipstick,
 That hair and the linen shirt,
 And such a meaningful, elevated gaze.
You’ve figured out I’m writing about you
 (In parentheses — if you’re reading this, of course).
2
Beige concrete half-light.
 A profile in sunglasses.
 Incomprehensibly beautiful —
 The play of light and shadow.
To dedicate these lines
 To half-closed eyes,
 An ashen smile in mirror reflections —
 Today’s leitmotif.
Where does time carry us?
 All this is so fascinating,
 Not stupid, not vulgar,
 Not simple, not complicated.
It’s natural —
 To be inspired by you.
 To dream, to wake
 With thoughts of you,
Yet not to need.
 This is all — this is you,
 This is — beautiful and eternal.
 It was a blessing to cross paths with you.
And life —
 Is a field of experiments,
 Try to cross it.
Believe in yourself and your dream.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Интересно что ты думаешь обо мне?

IV. Triumph of My Will to Live
1
It feels right to be no one else.
 Nothing is far, and everything is attainable.
 When the sun dies,
 people will find it a replacement.
I saw her beauty, pride, and purity —
 all else is within me.
 That something is difficult now does not mean
 it will always be so.
This summer turned out rainy,
 damp, cozy, making me rethink
 that lingering smoke of your cigarette,
 and the pillow already grown thin.
And cities, and factories, and fields —
 all this is our dear and native home.
 Let the new day outrun the yesterday
 with its merry, joyful labor!
Love as an act has no verb.
 And the moist cool evening
 blows in the balcony window.
Chorus
Behind me — empty space,
 thousands of versts, all stars and grass.
 Like your heavy adornment,
 I’ve preserved beliefs and words.
Your lights are lovelier than stars and rainbows,
 your road to the sun has been laid.
 You walk across the land — and there is no barrier
 that could make you stop.
2
To listen to the city — that’s ambient marketing,
 the greatest sound design of the one
 who created this world
 in which the main notes are you and I.
In dissonance, consonance —
 everything sounds, everything is beautiful,
 even if silent, or if the
 crumbling apartment blocks roar.
To be merciless in just
 hatred of the enemy —
 that’s what the supreme measure of social protection
 is for.
All roads are open to us in the world,
 and the earth itself offers us its bow.
 It’s no wonder our flowers and children grow,
 and the heavy fields stand in grain.
I walk toward the evening dawn
 along the Volga embankment.
 My desire for you —
 is the triumph of my will to live.
Chorus
Behind me — empty space,
 thousands of versts, all stars and grass.
 Like your heavy adornment,
 I’ve preserved beliefs and words.
Your lights are lovelier than stars and rainbows,
 your road to the sun has been laid.
 You walk across the land — and there is no barrier
 that could make you stop.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Торжество моей воли к жизни

III. Supreme Measure of Social Protection
1
Do what is meaningful, not what is easy.
 Images of the unique, the beautiful, the inspiring,
 dreamed, hated, loved,
 exalted — all merged into one.
Since childhood I saw myself at once
 as Luffy and as Sanji.
 In Command and Conquer I always played
 only for the GDI.
Your smile melts my heart,
 a trigger like a cigarette on a black-and-white movie screen.
 I feel ashamed sometimes
 for working poorly — but maybe that’s okay.
Want to — let’s leave somewhere
 again, for good, overseas, for long?
 Most of all I want to come to you and lie beside you,
 knowing we have an enormous tomorrow.
2
And the only way out then,
 in those cold, gray winter days,
 was only the supreme measure of social protection
 toward myself. In short — I came to the edge,
beyond which was either stoicism or suicide.
 But I overcame it,
 because I met you and chose a third path.
 In your voice and movement glinted
the unceremoniousness of youth.
 Society thinks it’s bad,
 not to be a stereotypical man.
 And in some way it’s right. Where is the border?
When you can no longer
 quietly weep with a prayer in the night,
 and only warmth and healed scars remain —
 into a new bright, joyful, complicated life.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Высшая мера социальной защиты

I. You Said Why Dedicate Poems to Me
1
You said: “Why dedicate poems to me
 if it’s easier to give flowers?”
 There was a grain of truth in that joke. It was clear: you weren’t speaking of the body,
 but of the joyful and boundless force.
And that broke down the borders inside me.
 And in that was all that was needed:
 new thinking, a rebirth.
 Let us then be radiant in deeds and in life.
One day I’ll finish watching Euphoria in euphoria with you.
 Everyone tells me: stay yourself
 but I want to become something greater than I am.
 How does a rave sound over Pyongyang?
You are a king: live alone. On a free road
 go where your free mind draws you.
 You know, homeland above all — it’s kind of cool
 to preserve a Proustian sense of the world within.
2
Let it go on and on,
 let it lead nowhere.
 In the warm, delicate moonlight
 the leaves do not stir.
Copper sun, warm wind blowing in my face.
 You can touch the sky with your hand.
 What power does a man have
 who doesn’t even ask for the thinnest tenderness?
How sensual and powerful
 your locks, glowing with copper,
 under the light from a still of a Trier film —
 the half-darkness, a glass, cigarette smoke, a teapot.
Labor, love, the state, service to the state,
 order, family, social protection —
 No, we will not be judged by success,
 our descendants will only ask how loudly we cried “Yes!”,
how brightly in us burned the flame of will.
 Love of the homeland is no crime.
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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Ты говорила зачем мне посвящать стихи

II. God Is Gone
1
Home. To bed, tired —
 I’m so glad, my dear,
 my tender, sweet sunshine,
 that I’m better than you.
At the sight of her,
 the will to live awoke in me again —
 it always rises in us when we remember
 beauty and happiness.
The intensity of passionate love
 triumphing over despair.
 I would like to be the man you see in me.
 You know, I can do anything, I will do everything.
My heart is not stone.
 Forgive me for love —
 I can’t be otherwise.
I wake — and I see: the dawn,
 dew on the grass, and silence all around.
 Even the birds are mute.
Chorus
God is gone.
 God is gone.
 God is gone.
2
To keep forever this evening in my chest —
 you need something behind you.
 I will reach to the heavens and the depths
 and become entirely yours.
Your perfume recalled the sunset with the one
 I now remember only
 when slipping into that space
 between waking and sleep.
As if I lay under a warm breeze
 that holds your
 sleeping silhouette on my knees,
 the roof of a house, first piercing rays.
Love made me human,
 and it also killed the human in me,
 for it reached toward the Divine,
 which is incommensurable with anything human.
And light breaks in the wet mist.
 Do you believe in happiness on Earth?
Chorus
God is gone.
 God is gone.
 God is gone.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Бога нет

VI. Simple Words
1
I could insert a fragment of Brodsky here,
 and it likely wouldn’t be considered plagiarism.
 It feels as though I’ve lived thirty years
 in endless, total depression.
In one sociological study
 it was stated that forty-seven percent
 of the population feels the same.
 I can’t do half-hearted passions. And you?
And it was the right decision
 to make abstract hip-hop again,
 as I identify it —
 for it will be too late only when I’m dead.
Over the city hung a sky,
 gray and flat as a screen without signal —
 as if the world were waiting for you to decide
 what all these streets mean.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.
2
Our blood strives for new goals,
 thirsts for new ideas,
 new movement to exhaustion,
 new sacrifices in which we will reject ourselves.
The supreme measure of social protection
 that stands in the title of these simple,
 intimate, and inspired lines,
 filled with the images of all before and after you.
And one day we will be able to say proudly
 that we were lucky to reach perfection
 on a new pedestal of fate.
 A seagull flies over the waves, just chilling.
And I just sat and cried.
 It was hard, but necessary.
 Rain is wet, death inevitable,
 and love is free and eternal.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Простые слова

V. And My Dear Replied
1
As if I’d absorbed so much already,
 and still not enough.
 Don’t despair, keep going —
 the best experience is practice.
You gathered into yourself
 what was once the best of me.
 And it feels awkward to repeat
 yet again what I said
to others before you, at the dawn of a new day.
 Still gnawing at me, that joke about flowers and poems.
 To be serious is foolish and vulgar —
 but it simply struck me.
For I am among those lovers
 who lay claim to who-knows-what,
 and yet can offer as a gift
 only their heart.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.
2
To try to slip in a joke
 in the spirit of Bogdan Lisevsky?
 I’ve fallen out of love with name-dropping,
 but sometimes you can’t do without it.
A true artist creates for eternity.
 There is no life after death.
 The bourgeoisie has set in place a monolithic
 dictatorship with no way out.
A sense of comfortable
 and hopeful solitude.
 Leaves rustle with the velvet of autumn,
 though it’s only June.
Though it’s only night
 in which I reconsider what
 will be important for you too.
 Everything passes, smiling gently.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

И родная отвечала

New sincerity

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