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