First Day / Беренче көн, Zulya Kamalova video by Choy Devyat
Video made by Choy Devyat to First Day from Six Days Loving (Алты көн ярату). Poetry by Yoldyz Minnullina, music Zulya Kamalova, production Michiel Hollanders.
The whole album van be heard and downloaded here
https://zulya.bandcamp.com/album/six-...
Text and translation (more on zulya.com)
Беренче
белмисең, белмисең, белмисең –
гадәти бар да дип уйлыйсың:
бер көнне яшелен киясең
күлмәкнең, бер көнне – буйлысын.
күнеккән вакытта ашыгып,
көн дә бер сукмактан үтәсең.
уеңа да килми, синдер дип
берәүнең күк тулы иртәсе.
белмисең, белмисең, белмисең –
күптәннән сине үз иткәнен,
очраклы очрашу да аңа
көтелгән очраклык икәнен.
синең һәр ымыңны исәпләп,
нәкъ шушы вагонга керүен.
аңарчы, дәшәргә кыймыйча,
ничә көн күзәтеп йөрүен.
сүз юктан бирелгән сорауга
ник төгәл җаваплар эзләвен,
күрмисең, күрмисең, күрмисең
күзлеге яшергән күзләрен.
менә хәзер дә, өтерең
тиешсез урында гел, дисең.
син шундый белемле.
ләкин бу шигырьнең
үзеңә икәнен белмисең.
First Day
you don’t know,
you don’t know,
you don’t know …
… everything seems normal –
one day you wear the green shirt
the next the striped one,
every day at the usual time
you walk along the same path
and it doesn’t occur to you that
because of you
someone’s morning
is full of blue sky
you don’t know,
you don’t know,
you don’t know …
…that she made you her own a long time ago
even an accidental meeting
is an accident she expected
having studied your every move
she knows which carriage you will enter
and before that, afraid of approaching,
observed you for days
… why, when trying to answer questions asked for no reason at all
she looks for precise responses
you don’t see,
you don’t see,
you don’t see
her eyes hiding behind glasses
and even now, you say that the comma is
in the wrong place.
you are so smart but you don’t know
that this poem
is actually for youFirst Day
you don’t know,
you don’t know,
you don’t know …
… everything seems normal –
one day you wear the green shirt
the next the striped one,
every day at the usual time
you walk along the same path
and it doesn’t occur to you that
because of you
someone’s morning
is full of blue sky
you don’t know,
you don’t know,
you don’t know …
…that she made you her own a long time ago
even an accidental meeting
is an accident she expected
having studied your every move
she knows which carriage you will enter
and before that, afraid of approaching,
observed you for days
… why, when trying to answer questions asked for no reason at all
she looks for precise responses
you don’t see,
you don’t see,
you don’t see
her eyes hiding behind glasses
and even now, you say that the comma is
in the wrong place.
you are so smart but you don’t know
that this poem
is actually for you