Поезд в огне
Akvarium / Аквариум| English version by Mixail Morozov | |
| POEZD V OGNE Polkovnik Vasin priexal na front So svoej molodoj ženoj. Polkovnik Vasin sozval svoj polk I skazal im : Pojdëm domoj. My vedem vojnu uže sem’desjat let, Nas učili, čto žizn’ - əto boj, No po novym dannym razvedki My voevali sami s soboj. Ja videl generalov, Oni p’jut i edjat našu smerť, Ix deti sxodjat s uma Ot togo, čto im nečego boľše xoteť. A zemlja ležit v ržavčine, Cerkvi smešali s zoloj. I esli my xotim, čtoby bylo kuda vernuťsja, Vremja vernuťsja domoj. Ətot poezd v ogne, I nam ne na čto boľše žať. Ətot poez v ogne, I nam nekuda boľše bežať. Əta zemlja byla našej, Pola my ne uvjazli v bor’be, Ona umret, esli budet nič’ej. Pora vernuť ətu zemlju sebe. A krugom gorjam fakely, Əto sbor vsex pogibnix častej. I ljudi, streljavšie v našix otcov, Strojat plany na našix detej. Nas rožali pod zvuki maršej, Nas pugali tjur’moj. No xvatit polzať na brjuxe – My uže vozvratilis’ domoj. Ətot poezd v ogne, I nam ne na čto boľše žať. Ətot poez v ogne, I nam nekuda boľše bežať. Əta zemlja byla našej, Pola my ne uvjazli v bor’be, Ona umret, esli budet nič’ej. Pora vernuť ətu zemlju sebe. | THE TRAIN'S ON FIRE Colonel Vasin has come to the frontline And brought his young wife along Colonel Vasin has rallied his corps And told them: "Let's go home" We fought this war for seventy years We were taught that life is a fight But the intelligence has just reported We fought ourselves all this time. And I have seen generals They drink and eat our death Their children are going crazy Cause there's nothing left that they don't have And our land lies in rust Our churches are burnt. If we want to have a home to return to Now is the time to return Our train is on fire There are no buttons to push Our train is on fire There is no place to run to Long ago this land was ours Before we got trapped in this war And it will die if it is nobody's It's time for it to be returned And the torches are burning around us It's the rallying of all perished troops And people who shot our fathers Are now making plans for our youths. We were born by the sound of marches We were threatened by jail I say it's about time we stopped crawling. We have returned to our land. |
