02.05.2024
Andrey Mironov - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English (metered, poetic, rhyming, singable)
Ostap Bender's Song [No, I'm Not Weeping]
Versions: #2No, I'm not weeping, and I'm not crying
To every question I am honestly replying
That our life is a game, and I'm the one to blame
For getting so addicted to this game!
And why should I have to say I'm sorry?
They will give in, I take the offer. End of story.
I'd say my natural gift and my internal fire
Are worth a humble prize that I desire.
[Chorus]
Let gales travel, howling and raging,
Through our misty daily-life sea.
There goes my boat's white sail, so lonely and fragile,
Amidst giant vessels of steel.
I bet you'd like to possess the talent
To hit the bull's eye every time without an effort!
The tigerish look, the force, a gracious move to boot —
Here's on a platter forbidden fruit.
To walk the blade's edge is so breathtaking —
Oh angels, freeze mid-flight and watch the moves I'm making,
The casting of my sins leave till the day I'm dead,
Admire the beauty of my game instead!
[Chorus]
I'm not a brigand, and I'm not sinless,
My life is not a bed of roses, I can see this.
And it may well turn out the busy life of mine
Will make my head go grey ahead of time.
But I'm not weeping, and I'm not crying,
I don't know if I win or lose, so I keep trying,
Although there is a chance that luck will crack its grin,
And I will forfeit more than I could win.
[Chorus]
There goes my boat's white sail, so lonely and fragile,
Amidst giant vessels of steel.
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