Dalszöveg fordítások

Marina Tsvetayeva - Барабанщик (Barabanshchik) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre


Translation

Drummer


1
 
Poor boy! Drummer!
Do not look from right to left!
You walk out, the people before,
With God's lightning on your chest.
 
You're not mercenary – the burden
Is on chest and not in spine!
The first in death's throat thrown in
On the legs – like on a stallion!
 
Mother ran with ripe rye,
Mother shouted from the clouds,
She called out: Mother of God,
Keep your son with watchful eye!
 
To poor mother in the window
Handkerchief always flutters.
Camp sun, where are you!
Scarlet camp flowers!
 
And for this – what will -
In apprenticeship – older brother,
Middle in field, third in school,
I alone am a soldier!
 
Will you come out all from squabbles -
All for joy, for honor thus,
As the beauty – the waitress -
Will bring to us a glass!
 
Unther murmurs: Eh, boy!
Started early – not for good!
Started early – finished early!
Who will drink, since I'll be dead?
 
And overtakes the death – a she-wolf -
And here I am – all brief!
Capital to the emperor,
And snow - to the drummer.
 
And of me – bottom of the ocean!
May devil himself find me alone!
If with your hands
I don't put cross upon my chest!
 
2
 
Milk did not dry from the lips,
Day and night I beat the drum.
Dad patted upon the shoulder,
From the roar grew deaf the mom.
 
Mother cries and moans and grieves,
But the father's word is law:
May the emperor he serve.
As a drummer, you see, you've been born!
 
They took kingdoms in hundreds – capitals
They tore into pockets passing by.
They judged the fate of Austerlitz
Twice: the sun – and the drum of mine.
 
We lay down, yes, we lay down
For the greatness of banners of emperor!
Be joyful, skin of the drum!
You see, you've been born as a drummer!
 
Into his lair we drove the German.
Rider. I – am the drummer's fireworks.
Arms are crossed. In hat three-horned.
“Age?” “Ten.” “Not lesser, rogue?”
 
Was alone, not released without growth.
Be uplifted above the sun!
Be quiet, friend, be quiet!
As a drummer, you see, you've been born!
 
Mother of God has retreated,
Did not go to Muscovite wolves.
Further – worse. The emperor in prison,
To despair of loyal force.
 
And my best interlocutor is quiet,
Nailed with my arm to the wall.
And no one with arm on heaven will beat:
As a drummer, you see, you've been born!
 




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2024.11.23.

Putin's War Drags On





Putin's war drags on and on
Since his forces invaded Ukraine.
For two years now, Russian soldiers
Have followed his orders. Imagine the pain!
 

Actually, the Russian attack
Dates way back to twenty-fourteen
When Putin stole Ukrainian land.
The current invasion's a bloodier scene.
 

Life goes on for the rest of the world.
We work we play we party we feast.
Ukrainians are suffering,
But some people don't care in the least.
 

Extremist Republicans who kiss
The ring of king Trump, do not care
If Ukraine falls, or if the country
Is torn to shreds by the eastern bear.
 

If Putin is victorious, then
Other countries may fall as well.
People will suffer, and what's more,
The Russian brute will be hard to repel.
 

Pressure on Putin and aid to Ukraine
Are two ways to put an end to the war.
The dictator already has
A great deal to answer for.
 
2024.11.23.

Tiny Trunk Tyrant





You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a ruler of the largest country
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
 

You had appeared from a secret spy lair
As a sidekick of a drunkard leader
You brown nosed sneaky way to the top chair
Waged dirty wars with proud highland people
 

You played the system screwing it over
Your friend Winnie the Pooh bear kept your throne warm
You killed or jailed all worthy opponents
Then you began this gore Ukrainian war
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой
 

Your missiles are your penis extensions
Look at these mighty and sexy shapes
Tanks, cannons and jets are your viagra pills
Without them it's small and down in shames
 

You are high on your doom nuclear weapons
You're drunk on sweet blood of your victims
Still, it won't help with your limp tiny thing
And you are hated just like Adolph Hitler
 

You will be judged by your own saddest people
You've sent great country back to the dark ages
Burn in hot Hell you bloodthirsty dictator
This is what on your grave will be written:
 

You are a ruler of the largest country
You're ruthless King of KGB killers
You're lying Tsar of misinformation
You are a Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
Tiny Tyrant with a tiny penis
With a tiny penis, with a tiny penis
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
Ты тиран с маленькой писькой
С маленькой писькой, с маленькой писькой
 

Tiny Tyrant...
Tiny Tyrant...
Tyrant...
 
2024.11.23.

Dicen





[Verso 1]
Dicen que
Dicen que la vida es corta, hay que vivirla ya
Dicen que hay que aprovechar el tiempo
Pero a mí no me va tanto la velocidad
Dicen que
Dicen que este mundo no es de sueños y que hay que trabajar
Dicen que no hay tiempo ni descuentos
Suerte que yo nunca he sido mucho de escuchar
 

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda еntrometerse еn mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
 

[Verso 2]
Quiero que
Quiero que el rencor pierda memoria y no haya nada que envidiar
Quiero que entendamos que la guerra
Nunca, nunca podrá ser en nombre del amor
 

[Estribillo]
Y ahora estamos tú y yo
Solos en la habitación
Y no hay nadie más que
Pueda entrometerse en mis sueños
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
 
2024.11.22.

Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)





The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2