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There was Elvis, dressed in his iconic white, eagle-adorned jumpsuit. As he belted out the high notes of "Suspicious Minds," the bright white Russian text appeared perfectly synced at the bottom of the screen.

The concert audio filled his headphones. Elvis stepped up to the microphone, the opening chords of "Can't Help Falling in Love" echoing through the arena. Elvis sang: "Wise men say, only fools rush in..." There was Elvis, dressed in his iconic white,

"Мы не можем продолжать вместе..." (We can't go on together...) Elvis stepped up to the microphone, the opening

He stopped. He deleted the line. It was grammatically correct, but it was too stiff. It lacked the smooth, romantic flow of the King's velvet voice. He closed his eyes, listening to the rhythm of the guitar and the deep, rich tone of the vocals. He tried again. It was grammatically correct, but it was too stiff

It was not a simple task of word-for-word translation. How do you translate the raw, Southern American energy of "Hound Dog" or "Blue Suede Shoes" into the Cyrillic alphabet without losing the soul of the music?

Alexei typed: "Мудрецы говорят, что только дураки спешат..."