Prosvistela

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Prosvistela I upala na stole
Chut' poela, da skatilas' po zole
Ubityh pesen, da mne nechego teryat'
Mir tak tesen, daj-ka, brat, tebya obnyat'

Vsyudu cherti nadavi, brat, na pedal'
Chas do smerti, da sgorevshego ne zhal'
A v chistom pole - angelochki, vasil'ki
My na vole, I net ni gari ni toski

A na nebe vstretyat Sashka da Il'ya
Hvatit hleba, da sto gramm bez nih nel'zya
Chto nam plakat', tam ne sram, chego stradat'
Raj ne slyakot', v'yuga nasha blagodat'

Vse rasskazhem pro voskhod I pro zakat
Gory sazhi da pro gor'kij marmelad
Chto doeli, kogda zakonchili vojnu
Da kak seli my na Rodine v plenu

Prosvistela I upala na stole
Chut' poela da usnula na zole
Ubityh pesen, da mne nechego teryat'
Mir tak tesen, daj-ka, brat, tebya obnyat'

Whistled by and fell on the table,
Ate a little and rolled down the cinder
Of murdered songs, yes - I've nothing to lose.
The world is so small, brother, let me hug you!

(Oooohooooooohhoooooo…..
Ayya!)

Devils everywhere - hit the pedal, brother!
An hour till death, but no pity for the burned.
In the open fields - angels and cornflowers,
And we're free, and there's no burning and no longing.

(Oooohooooooohhoooooo…..
Ayya!)

In the sky Sashka and Ilya will meet me,
There'll be bread enough, and a 100 grams - can't go without them!
Why should we cry, - there's no shame, why should we suffer?
Paradise isn't mire, - our blizzard is heaven!

(Oooohooooooohhoooooo…..
Ayya!)

We'll tell everything - of the sunrise and the sunset,
The mountains of cinder, and the bitter marmalade,
That we ate up as we finished the war,
And of how we became prisoners of our Motherland.

(Oooohooooooohhoooooo…..
Ayya!)

Whistled by and fell on the table,
At a little and rolled down the cinder
Of murdered songs, yes - I've nothing to lose.
The world is so small, brother, let me hug you!

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