Песня летчика
Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij / Владимир Семёнович ВысоцкийVersione inglese di Alex Lvovsky | |
PESNJA LETČIKA | PILOT'S SONG |
Ix vosem’ – nas dvoe. Rasklad pered boem Ne naš, no my budem igrať ! Sereža ! Deržis’, nam ne svetit s toboju, No kozyri nado ravnjať. | 8 of them - 2 of us. The deal prior to battle Not ours, but we'll play anyhow Sergei! Hold on, doesn't look very bright But we'll have the trumps evened out. |
Ja ətot navesnyj kvadrat ne pokinu. Mne cifry sejčas ne važny,- Segodnja moj drug zašćišćaet mne spinu, A značit, i šansy ravny. | This heavenly quadrant I will not abandon Those numbers do not concern me On this day my friend has my rear defended That evens the chances for me |
Mne v xvost vyšel « messer », no vot zadymil on, Nadsadno zavyli vinty. Im daže ne nado krestov na mogily, Sojdut i na kryľjax kresty ! | There is one on my tail, but now he is smoking His engines begin wailing They don't even need crosses on graves They'll shed them right from their wings |
- Ja – « Pervyj », ja – « Pervyj », - oni pod toboju, Ja vyšel im napererez. Sbej plamja ! Ujdi v oblaka ! Ja prikroju ! V boju ne vyvaet čudes ! | I'm "First", I'm "First", below you they hover My course set to intercept Put out your flame in the clouds, I'll cover In battle no miracles left |
Sergej ! Ty goriš’ ! Upovaj, čeloveče, Teper’ na nadežnosť strop ! Net ! Pozdno – i mne vyšel messer navstreču. Prošćaj ! Ja primu ego v lob. | Sergei! You're burning! But still there is hope Time to test the eject But No! It's too late - and another is flying towards Goodbye! I'll receive him direct. |
Ja znaju – drugie svedut s nimi sčety. A po oblakam skoľzja, Vzletjat naši duši, kak dva samoleta, - Veď im drug bez druga neľzja. | I know - our brothers will even the score Ascending on clouds we slide Like planes our souls will take off from the earth Cause only together they fly |
Arxangel nam skažet : « V raju budet tugo ! » No moľko vorota – šćelk, My boga poprosim : « Vpišite nas s drugom V kakoj-nibuď angeľskij polk ! » | Archangel will tell us that heaven is crowded But right when they close the gate We'll ask God to have us enlisted and routed To some angelic brigade |
I ja poprošu Boga, Duxa i Syna, Čtob večno moj drug zašćišćaet mne spinu, Kak v ətom poslednem boju. | And then I will ask God, Ghost and Son To have my will carried out Let my friend remain my eternal guardian Like in this last battle of ours |
My kryľja i strely poprosim u boga, Veď nužen im angel-as, A esli u nix istrebitelej mnogo, Pusť pitut v xraniteli nas. | For wings and for arrows we'll go to God They must need an angel ace But if they have too many fighters among them Protectors we'll be in that case |
Xraniť - əto delo počemnoe pože, Udaču nesti na kryle Takim, kak pri žizni my byli s Serežej, I v vozduxe i na zemle. | Protecting - a business deserving our praise To carry fortune on your wing That's how in life we had been with Sergei In air and after landing. |