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This is a collection of songs lyrics (23 of them) created by V.A. Yatsko (Вячеслав Яцко) in 2005-2006 and in 2025. Songs based on these lyrics are available for free listening at the artist"s page viatcheslavyatsko.bandcamp.com as well as at various musical services. Yatsko performs these songs being also the author of music. The songs lyrics are divided into four thematic groups, Love Stories, Reflections, Professions, and The Parables. | ||
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V.A. Yatsko
Songs Lyrics by V.A. Yatsko
2005-2006, 2025
Preface
This is a collection of songs lyrics created by V.A. Yatsko (Вячеслав Яцко) in 2005-2006 and in 2025. The lyrics created in 2005-2006 were first published at the authors literary site http://samlib.ru/j/jacko_w_a and in Bewildering Stories (BwS) journal (Canada), see https://www.bewilderingstories.com/bios/iatsko_bio.html .
Songs based on these lyrics are available for free listening at the artists personal page https://viatcheslavyatsko.bandcamp.com, as well as at various musical services, Spotify, YouTube Music, Apple Music, etc. Yatsko performs these songs being also the author of music.
Note that the original versions of poems published in 2005-2006 differ from the lyrics presented here because the author had to adapt their texts to the music that was created 20 years later. For example, The Yokers was significantly reduced, one stanza having been deleted. No Matter was adapted for male vocals, narration having been changed from first person to third person.
The songs are in classic, rock, pop, Gospel, and reggae styles. The exceptions are Marys Divination that is in hard rock/metal style, and The Lost Romance that represents the romance, a style well-known in Russian culture, but fairly unknown in Anglo-American culture. All the songs lyrics are in English, except Солдатский марш, which is the Russian version of Soldiers Marching. Note that lyrics titles may differ from songs titles.
The author created video reels with Marys Divination, and Miss Christina, that you can watch at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChg3gc58IJ0Hz9kg3nxFmhA, or at https://vk.com/id714501894.
The songs lyrics are divided into four thematic groups, Love Stories, Reflections, Professions and The Parables. The first group focuses on relationships between a man and a woman. The second one represents the authors point of view on some global problems, such as disparity between the rich and the poor, poverty, fanaticism. The third group is devoted to doctors, high school teachers, soldiers, artists, and truck drivers. The fourth one represents the Parables of Jesus Christ.
All illustrative images were created by V. Yatsko.
The table below provides detailed information about the lyrics. Creation date is given based on the information at the author's literary site http://samlib.ru/j/jacko_w_a. Date of song's release is given based on the information at the author's musical site https://viatcheslavyatsko.bandcamp.com.
Information about V. Yatsko's songs lyrics.
N | Lyrics title | Song/parable title | Thematic group | Creation date | Date of song's release |
1. | Striped life | Complex Life | Love Stories | 22.06.2005 | 20.05.2025 |
2. | Jane and Mike | 18.06.2005 | 14.05.2025 | ||
3. | No Matter What They Say | No Matter or No Matter What He Does | 27.06.2005 | 03.06.2025 | |
4. | Molly, Molly | 13.06.2025 | 23.06.2025 | ||
5. | The Lost Romance | 27.06.2025 | 02.07.2025 | ||
6. | A Letter | 02.07.2025 | 09.07.2025 | ||
7. | The Yokers | The Ballad of the Yokers | Reflections | 31.01.2006 | 02.05.2025 |
8. | Who is at Fault? | 05.01.2006 | 23.05.2025 | ||
9. | Mary's Divination | 01.06.2025 | 06.06.2025 | ||
10. | Leave Him Alone | I don't care or I don't about your staff | 01.03.2025 | 14.03.2025 | |
11. | Not a Vagrant | 03.07.2025 | 10.08.2025 | ||
12. | Miss Christina | Professions | 29.06.2005 | 26.05.2005 | |
13. | The Truckers' Hymn | 10.07.2025 | 18.07.2025 | ||
14. | Soldiers Marching | 15.06.2025 | 19.06.2025 | ||
15. | Солдатский марш | 21.06.2025 | 07.07.2025 | ||
16. | Angels in White | 17.07.2025 | 16.08.2025 | ||
17. | The Artist | 20.07.2025 | 22.08.2025 | ||
18. | Follow the LORD | The Parable of the Good Samaritan | The Parables | 23.07.2025 | 26.07.2025 |
19. | Faith in GOD | The Parable of the Wise and Foolish Builders | 10.08.2025 | 19.08.2025 | |
20. | The Prodigal's Road | The Parable of the Prodigal Son | 21.08.2025 | 26.08.2025 | |
21. | The Wicked Tenants | The Parable of the Wicked Husbandmen | 27.08.2025 | 04.09.2025 | |
22. | Lamps Burning | The Parable of the Ten Virgins | 30.08.2025. | 08.09.2025 | |
23. | Wheat and Tares | The Parable of the Tares | 09.09.2025 | 15.09.2025 |
L o v e S t o r i e s
Striped Life In the evening gloomy, dim Jenny telephoned in: "Tony, sweetheart, charming, dear! You I blindly revere! In the midnight I'll call in To express my high esteem!" World had changed in a flash To become a jolly bash, And I understood at once: It was not a mere chance, Life is complex, life is striped, Like a zebra - black and white. Like a zebra - black and white - Life is complex, life is striped, In the evening you are sad, In the midnight to be glad. In the evening you are sad, In the midnight to be glad - Life is complex, life is striped, Like a zebra - black and white. For my Jenny I was mad, But at dawn to me she said: "My affection has gone out, I don't care a hug about!" Her affection has gone out? She doesn't care a hug about? Her affection being gone out, Doesn't she care a bean about? Doesn't she care a damn about? Doesn't she care a fig about? World had changed in a flash Giving me a mighty dash, And I understood at once: It was not a mere chance, Life is complex, life is striped, Like a zebra - black and white. Like a zebra - black and white - Life is complex, life is striped, In the midnight you are glad, In the morning to be sad. In the midnight you are glad, In the morning to be sad - Life is complex, life is striped, Like a zebra - black and white. First published in 2005, in BwS. | Jane and Mike
When you are at your wits end, Mike is always near, near When youre in deep distress Mike is always near, near When you lie already senseless, Mike is always near, near, Mike is always near, near, First published in 2005, in BwS, |
No Matter What They Say
After wedding, in bride-bed Teddy turned to her and said: Dear Katy, I must go On a business trip tomorrow And as soon as I come back I will buy us a new flat. Teddy vanished in a day And the gossips used to say: What a sloven, what a thick-head! Left the girl in her bride-bed! But she loves him anyway, No matter what they say! No matter what he does Will forever her love last! Teddy turned up in a month Ragged, tattered, in a trance. Empty-handed, like a pauper, And she heard an idle talker: What a creature castaway! All the money drunk away! Does she love him anyway? No matter what they say? No matter what he does Will forever her love last? For the clack she had disdain, But the gossip ran again: Mary was with Teddy seen Gently kissing, hugging him. Hehe What a rascal, what a heel! Violent hatred does she feel! Shell detest him anyways No matter what he says; No matter what he does Will forever her hate last! But Yet she loves him anyway, No matter what they say! No matter what he does May forever her love last! First published in 2005, in BwS | Molly, Molly!
Molly, Molly, don't you go. There's a light in us still aglow. Hes a shadow with no art, A pebble he has instead of a heart. Do you recall the sunny skies, The secret smiles, the midnight cries? We built a world that felt so vast, But now its crumbled into the past. Hes the wind that sweeps you cold, A story he wont let unfold. Banana peel under his feet, Discarded love, a bitter defeat. Molly, Molly, don't you go. There's a light in us still aglow. There's a light in us still aglow. Molly, Molly, dont you stray. Hes a fleeting storm not here to stay. Our love may bend but wont collapse. Dont trade it in for his mishaps. Molly, Molly, don't you go. There's a light in us still aglow. Oh, Molly, hear me as I plead. Loves a garden we both must feed. Stay and lets rebuild this place With time and care well find our grace. Molly, Molly, you wont go. There's a light in us still aglow. Molly, Molly, you shouldnt go. Molly, Molly, you wouldnt go. Molly, Molly, youll never go. Never, never go. Created and first published in 2025 |
The Lost Romance
She laughed at my words and turned them to air, Then saw their weight and started to care. Tears fell down as she clutched her cloth tight, Her eyes turned dark, A storm in the night. She left with a curse, Came back for the sting, Her voice - a weapon, Her words they did ring. Turned her back to me, Left the room bare. I stood in the silence, The echo was there. Was it my life slipping by so discreet In the hush of her skirt as she fled down the street? The rustle, The whisper, The ghost of her there. It clung to the air, It clung to the air. A shadow of anger, A shadow of grace, Her image lingers, It wont be erased. Her leaving - a wound, Her return - a scar. I watch from the window, Shes gone so far. I turn to my art, My pen takes the stage. It weeps on the paper, It rages with age. Each line - a confession, Each word - a lament. The rustle of her skirt - A moment well spent. Was it my life slipping by so discreet In the hush of her skirt as she fled down the street? The rustle, The whisper, The ghost of her there. It clung to the air, It clung to the air. It clung to the air? It clung to the air. Created and first published in 2025 | A Letter
I wander through a dream that's not my own. Your silence echoes louder than a stone. The world is cold, Your voice a distant call. Where are you now? Do you hear me at all? Write to me with raindrops on the wall, Carve your words in snow before they fall, Send a ray of sun through skies of gray, Write a letter, Don't drift away. Your absence feels like shadows on my skin. I search for signs, But theyre all paper-thin. The air is heavy, Yet my hope still fights For whispers carried on the winds of night. Write to me with raindrops on the wall, Carve your words in snow before they fall. Send a ray of sun through skies of gray. Write a letter, Don't drift away. If Ive done wrong Let me bear the blame. But dont leave me lost in this wordless flame. Your silence burns, Its a fire untamed. Speak to me, Let me know your name. Write to me with raindrops on the wall. Carve your words in snow before they fall. Send a ray of sun through skies of gray. Write a letter, Don't drift away. Don't drift away. Created and first published in 2025 |
R e f l e c t i o n s
Who is at Fault? I have been recently obsessed And when the rich are dull and mean And when the nations kill and plunder, And when tornadoes devastate Who is to blame? Who is at fault? First published in 2006, in BwS. | The Ballad of the Yokers
Above the frozen country Dawn changes sunset Occasionally scarlet, Continually red. A quaint queer folk For ages here abides, Subdued to crimson yoke Unlike the other tribes. They fall from time to time Into exotic trance: In agony they mime, In ecstasy they dance. Then utter prayers fervent, Their deity supplicate To give them a conferment, An idol to create. And then in no time, Instantly, at once Appears pagan idol As if the lightning glance.
The ogre tears them swiftly, And greedily eats up, And vanishes completely On shedding tons of blood. The Yokers don't bewail, And never they lament. Conversely, they proclaim The idol their saint.
This alien perversion Bewildered world condemns, Demands complete inversion In evil Yokerlands. The Yokers turn deaf ear, Are paying no heed, Without any fear With their toil proceed. The future I can forecast: Again, there will be dawn, And it will be the Yokers To run this rosy world First published in 2006, in BwS, |
Marys Divination
Mary shuffles cards with a trembling hand Hoping the future will give her a plan. A shadow in the mirror begins to bloom, A young man steps out into her room. "Follow me", he says with a crooked smile, His voice like a song, yet laced with guile. Through the night into a coach they flee, A church awaits where fate will decree: To live, to die or a scary phantom to be. To live, to die or a scary phantom to be. Candles flicker casting a ghostly glow, A coffin in the center stands in tow. Mary's breath catches, her heart takes a leap, The silence around her, feels dark and deep. The young mans hand as cold as the grave, Guides her closer though she feels enslaved. The lid creaks open, the woman stirs, Her eyes meet Marys like haunting mirrors. The woman sits up, her hands reach out, Mary screams, her mind consumed with doubt. The mans grin widens, his mouth turns grim, Talons grow where his nails had been. The time has come for ill-fated Mary To live, to die or an evil wraith to be Or an evil wraith to be Or an evil wraith to be Created and first published in 2025 | Leave Him Alone
The heavy barking of the flame fougasse, The fire burnt to the bone. But Bob Kennedy started to dance: "I don't care about your staff Leave me alone!" The earth is cracking like a crystal carafe, The armor has a great hole. And Bob Kennedy begins to laugh: "I don't care about your staff! Leave me alone!" An errant bullet cut the heart half in half, The fighter simply fell prone. But bobby scrambled to utter a laugh: "Why should I care about this staff? Leave me alone." Forgive the soldier, he had had enough, And never throw a stone. Forget him forever to bury the past Why should you care to not overpass? Leave him alone! Created and first published in 2025 |
Not a Vagrant
I walk the line of daily grind, A dollar short, a step behind. The rent, it looms like a heavy weight. Not a vagrant yet, but I tempt fate. Is there a sunbeam through the gray? A crack in clouds to light my way? The tunnels end where hope resides, A dream I chase, a wish that hides. I toss my coins in a wishing well, Pray for a story only time can tell. A buried chest with gold inside, A miracle to turn the tide. Is there a sunbeam through the gray? A crack in clouds to light my way? The tunnels end where hope resides, A dream I chase, a wish that hides. I need a hand to hold so tight A kindred soul to share my fight. Wed move the mountains, shift the sands, Rebuild the world with our own hands. But till that day Ill hold my ground. In lifes small joys Ill find the sound. Of laughter echoing through the air A simple life, a love to share. Created and first published in 2025 |
P r o f e s s i o n s
Miss Christina Feeling lassitude, fatigue, That was almost complete, Miss Christina Berrymoon Came home from her school. On the couch lay to see A capricious fantasy: At a party, amid glare, She would meet a billionaire. He would stick to her, adhere, And at first, shed be severe, Then shed yield to the swell So as to marry well. Dressed in jewelry, with a sneer At her school she would appear. All the colleagues would depress Burst with envy, give a gasp. The Headmasterd promptly kneel Begging pardon for his ill-will; And somewhere, not far from him Childrens laughter would gaily ring. "Ding, ding, ding ding, ding, ding," The girl heard the phone ring. Christy picked up the receiver The headmasters voice to hear: "Do you know, Miss Berrymoon, That tomorrow at our school The staff meeting will discuss Students progress in your class. The results of recent tests Were in no sense the best." Christy put down the receiver, Stared blankly in the mirror, Down dropped a bitter tear. Christy, Christy, by all means You will meet your noble prince! And your happiness well see. Take it easy, cest la vie! First published in 2005, in BwS. | The Truckers' Hymn
Sitting in my cab Dashboard gauges glow. Engine hums like a heartbeat slow. Wheels keep spinning, Miles just stack. Out here, there's no turning back. We are the kings of the road, We drive through fire and cold, Through storms and hurricanes untold. We're tanks, we're beasts, we're bold. The lights of the city start to shine, Wife and son on my mind, At the crossroads I draw the line. We give a shoulder When trouble calls. We lift each other when one of us falls. Not just drivers, were a tribe, A creed that keeps the world alive. On every highway, every curve Were the veins that never swerve, Were the veins that never swerve. Never swerve! Not just drivers, were a tribe, A creed that keeps the world alive. On every highway, every curve Were the veins that never swerve, Were the veins that never swerve. Never swerve! Never swerve! Never swerve! Never swerve! Created and first published in 2025 |
Soldiers Marching
Soldiers are marching along the street, Boots in rhythm, hearts steady beat. Through the city, past the old town square, The weight of the world, but were prepared. We are marching across the open land, Holding tight to our motherlands hand. Through fields of green and skies of gray, Our purpose burns, it lights our way. We remember the ones who fell before, Echoes of battles, the cost of war. Our captains voice still calls us near, In our hearts, his courage clear. Beloved faces in dreams appear, Soft whispers of hope we hold dear. The love we carry, our truest guide, Keeps us strong on this long, hard ride. No force on earth can break our will, Through bullets, missiles, we march still. Tanks and drones, the fire and storm, Well stand together, hearts keep warm. We remember the ones who fell before, Echoes of battles, the cost of war. Our captains voice still calls us near, In our hearts, his courage clear. Heh! Created and first published in 2025 | Солдатский марш
Строем поротно, чеканим шаг. Овеянный славой алеет наш стяг. Любовь к отчизне - в наших сердцах. Груди - в наградах, боевых орденах.
Торжественным маршем колонной идём. Дух вечных традиций в девизе воплощён. "Где мы - там победа", "Никто кроме нас", "Верность, честь, долг", "Никто без нас". Приказ командира посылает в бой На грозную битву с лютой ордой. Священная цель защита страны, Славная победа нас ждёт впереди. Светлую память о павших в боях Мы будем чтить, хранить в сердцах. Нас никогда, никому не сломить Судьбой суждено всюду первыми быть. Злобные хаймарсы нам не страшны, Любимых и близких поддержкой сильны. Забота и нежность верных подруг В смертельных битвах нас берегут. Приказ командира - вступаем в бой. В грозную битву с нацистской ордой. Священная цель защита страны. Великая победа ждёт нас впереди! Так! Created and first published in 2025 |
Angels in White
Bright lights flash, no time to waste. Siren calls through the city's haste. Every second a heartbeat to save, Life hangs on the edge of the brave. Hands steady like the morning sun. Healing begins when the race is won. Angels in white they carry the fight, Through the shadows of the night. With warmth and care they mend the soul, They make the broken - whole. Minds sharp like a surgeon's blade, Through the storms their courage stayed. Delivering life through joy and pain, A beacon of hope in the rain. White coats shimmer in the hospital glow. Their hearts beat for the lives they sow. Angels in white they carry the fight, Through the shadows of the night. With warmth and care they mend the soul They make the broken - whole. They make the broken - whole. Created and first published in 2025 | The Artist
Final chord sounded; piano keys asleep. Curtain fell like dusk, Shadows creep. Exhausted and dead beat, Drenched in sweat. Hours of joy, A gift they wont forget. They see the lights, They hear the cheers, But they dont know the weight of these years. Curtain falls, My heart still sings Through the ache and the hollow strings. Every note, A piece of me. On that stage Im finally free. Concert tours, A carousel that spins. Rehearsals where the loneliness begins. People think its luxury and gold, But this storys much colder than theyve been told. Each song I give, A little less remains, But Ill keep playing through the strains. For every smile, For every tear, This battered soul finds purpose here. Curtain falls, My heart still sings Through the ache and the hollow strings. Every note, A piece of me, On that stage Im finally free, Im finally free. Created and first published in 2025 |
The P a r a b l e s
Follow the LORD
Dust on the road and a shadowed sky. A man lay broken as the world walked by. A priest passed silent not a word to say, A Levite turned his eyes away. But mercy, Mercy knows no name! It burns like fire; it heals the lame! Love your neighbor as yourself, Dont seek the gold or fleeting wealth. To inherit life that never dies, Follow the Lord through open skies, Follow the Lord through open skies. A Samaritan came with a steady hand, Lifted the broken gave him a stand. Oil and wine on wounds that bled, Sheltered him soft in a stranger's bed. Oh, mercy! Mercy finds its way, Through every night through every day! Love your neighbor as yourself, Dont seek the gold or fleeting wealth. To inherit life that never dies Follow the Lord through open skies. Follow the Lord through open skies, To inherit life that never dies, To inherit life that never dies! Created and first published in 2025 | The Prodigal's Road A man with fields that stretched so wide, Had two sons standing by his side. The younger one, with restless eyes, Said, "Give me what's mine, I'll claim the skies." He left the farm, his kin, his home, Chasing dreams, to live alone. Chasing dreams, to live alone. Oh, the prodigal's road is a winding one, Burns bright at first, then hides the sun. But when the heart is lost and torn, A father's arms are where you're reborn. Coins in his pocket, wine in his hand, He squandered it all in a distant land. The feast ran dry, the friends were gone, He fed the swine, his pride undone. "Hungers a cruel, unyielding weight, I'll rise and go, it's not too late." Oh, the prodigal's road is a winding one, Burns bright at first, then hides the sun. But when the heart is lost and torn, A father's arms are where you're reborn. A father's arms are where you're reborn. The father saw him from afar, Ran to his boy, beneath the stars. A robe, a ring, a feast prepared, A love so vast, it met him there. But the elder son, with bitter cry, Said, "Why for him? Why not for I?" Why not for I?" The father turned, his voice was kind, "My son, youve always been what's mine. But he was lost, now hes returned, A soul reclaimed, a lesson learned. Rejoice with me, let go your frown, For heaven sings when the lost are found." For heaven sings when the lost are found. Created and first published in 2025 |
Faith in GOD
Built a house on the solid stone. Wind howled; rain hit bone. Floods rose higher, higher still, But that house stood firm, no will to kill. Solid rock, foundation strong. Through the storm it rolls along. Faith in God - no cracks, no doubt. The rock of life that won't burn out. Foolish man on shifting sand Watched it crumble in his hand. Rain came down like a howling beast. No shelter, no peace, no feast. The waves they crash The storms they roar But the rock holds fast Forever more, Forever more. Solid rock, foundation strong. Through the storm it rolls along. Faith in God - no cracks, no doubt. The rock of life that won't burn out. That won't burn out. Apostles stood with hearts of steel. Worlds collided; yet they would not kneel. Job faced the devils cruel embrace, But his soul stood tall in sacred space. In sacred space. Faith in God - no cracks, no doubt. The rock of life that won't burn out. The rock of life that won't burn out. That won't burn out. Won't burn out. Created and first published in 2025 | The Wicked Tenants
A vineyard sprawled beneath the sun. Its fruit was sweet, its work begun. The landowner left his trust in hand To tenants who tilled the fertile land. Oh, the vineyard cries, the vineyard weeps For the blood it hides, for the trust it keeps. The son has fallen, the servants gone. The vineyard waits for a brighter dawn. The servants came to claim their share, But fists and stones met them there. The landowner sent his only son, They said "Lets take what hes begun." Their greed, it grew, their hearts were stone. They took the vineyard for their own. They took the vineyard for their own. Oh, the vineyard cries, the vineyard weeps For the blood it hides, for the trust it keeps. The son has fallen, the servants gone. The vineyard waits for a brighter dawn. The vineyard waits for a brighter dawn. The owner vowed the wicked would fall. Their time would end, hed take it all. The vineyards care would find new hands. A righteous heart to work the lands. A righteous heart to work the lands. Created and first published in 2025 |
Lamps Burning
Ten stood waiting in the evening's glow. A bridegroom coming, but the hour unknown. Five had oil to keep their lamps alight. Five ran empty in the dead of night. The wise held steady their flames so tall. The foolish stumbled with nothing at all. Keep your lamps burning through the dark, Through the cold. The bridegroom's coming Don't let your fire grow old. Keep your lamps burning, Let the oil flow true. When the moment comes, It will carry you. The wise had whispers, Patience in their song. The foolish cried: "It wont take that long!" But time is silent, It wont make a sound. And the door shuts tight when the hour comes 'round. The wise were ready, Their hearts aligned. The foolish knocking Left behind. Keep your lamps burning through the dark, Through the cold. The bridegroom's coming Don't let your fire grow old. Keep your lamps burning, Let the oil flow true. When the moment comes, It will carry you. When the moment comes, It will carry you, It will carry you. Created and first published in 2025 | Wheat and Tares
A farmer walked his golden field so wide. He sowed his dreams with faith and quiet pride. But under moonlight, While he lay still, An enemy came to test his will. An enemy came to test his will. Wheat and tares, They grow as one Under the same relentless sun. But, in the end, The truth will show What was planted deep below. The truth will show. The servants asked: "Shall we clear the land?" He raised his voice: "Not by your hand. For roots entwined can tear the grain. Let them rise Through sun and rain." The time will come, The sickle will swing, Truth revealed in the reckoning. Truth revealed in the reckoning. Wheat and tares, They grow as one Under the same relentless sun. But, in the end, The truth will show What was planted deep below. The truth will show What was planted deep below. The truth will show. Children of shadow, Children of light Both stretch toward the sky so bright. But only the harvest knows the score. Who they were at their very core. But only the harvest knows the score. What was planted deep below. The truth will show. Children of shadow, Children of light Both stretch toward the sky so bright. But only the harvest knows the score. Who they were at their very core. But only the harvest knows the score. Created and first published in 2025 |
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