18.05.2024
Aleksandr Nepomnyashchiy - Вертолёт (Vertolyot) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Helicopter
Our helicopter flies, and the rats run
Gray rats, light-blue helicopter
Bird cherry on the streets, and in a cage they're carrying
Tsar Emelya1, and who can now discern
Where is the devil, where is the inkwell, where is the lighthouse's light
Where is Great October2, where is Tender May3
The clouds are as full of astronomers as dirt
And that's why everyone knows just where heaven is.
Mist, mist, and everyone is pinned to the ground
On vegetable garden beds under a budgetary estimate
Stučka's4 сhildren have sunshine in their arteries
At absolute zero, but each one believes and hopes
For cartoon happiness in a peaceful country
Where everyone gets peace and love for free
Where everyone is insured by divine price
State insurance or angel — just prepare your signature
And night without end, without patronymic, without
Awakening, only the snow glitters. A demon
Flies under the moon in chilly heights, fearing only the Name
And obeying the order, take! under the Psalter of words like lashes
He rushes to be on time for matins in Jerusalem
To be on time for matins in Jerusalem
Weekends in Prostokvashino5 ended very well
The fighters took everyone hostage
A politically-correct 'pedo' is awake, are not all rights respected?
And through the jails mens' shackles ring out
The Black Tower's needle over the round city
Micky and Mallory6 were completely right
The supermarket has a slogan with an illustration of Christ
The Indians don't hope for a miracle, only firewater
Rome reveres the law, but the barbarians are always right
And belted with explosives, they jeer humanism
And someone's never going to finish watching 'Santa Barbara'7
Leaving by the corridor of octahedral prisms
Where flies writhe in every glass
Those who didn't manage to become a ray of light
How cold the wind on the whole small earth
How the dials on the dashboard tremble, they're waiting for the order to take off
And night without end, without patronymic, without
Awakening, only the snow glitters. A demon
Flies under the moon in chilly heights, fearing only the Name
And obeying the order, take! under the Psalter of words like lashes
He rushes to be on time for matins in Jerusalem
To be on time for matins in Jerusalem
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