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Vasya Oblomov(Вася Обломов) - Нести херню dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre




Talkin' Bullshits

So what if it had turned out differently?
It's not just work 'n luck.
Would write a song about exploits in the war.
'Bout a conspiracy against the country, 'bout pressure from outside.
 
Would have drown for the Russian people in the Donbas.
The medal would have come to Vasya for participation.
Praised on the central channels of the country.
Would be God's fighter against Satan.
 
Would play on camera for children in Aleppo.
Thought about Bandera, of course it's ridiculous.
But it would not matter.
Approved military exercises publicly.
 
Would write to the twitter about the threat of NATO.
Would writte a lot of jokes about Obama, this shit.
Would be called on different talk shows.
They would say Oblomov - that's good!
 
Would be praised in the Ministry of Culture.
'N would have tours in the days of cities.
Would receive from the budget for a million for the city.
Would be posting from the jet a selfie with Kadyrov.
 
Would decorate the album by the St. George ribbon.
The hymn of Rushit* would be on it.
It would be sung, 'bout the exploits of ancestors.
'Bout the tree of their life 'n its branches.
 
'Bout orthodoxy 'n something bright.
In a word, 'bout everything good 'n nothing concrete.
 
Made poker face, 'n life's good! Excellent guy - Oblomov Vasya.
Readin' well, as far as possible. Talkin' bullshits is not difficult.
Made poker face, 'n life's good! Excellent guy - Oblomov Vasya.
Readin' well, as far as possible. Talkin' bullshits is not difficult.
 
'N would be offered to conduct the show.
Would buy a ranch, gettin' the first honorarium.
Show on TV - would host weekly.
With Nikita Mikhalkov, as together, as separately.
 
Would have nicker at Shenderovich 'n his mattress.
Would call 'ace' a pilot, shotin' down in Turkey.
Would humiliate the Kiev and the whole of Ukraine, publicly.
'N the admin at meeting would have given me a cocaine.
 
Would praise the government 'n its actions.
Would hang up in conversations with human rights activists.
Would say that sanctions are only good for us.
Would say that Crimea is our pain.
 
For the Fatherland and its place in history.
Would say that needs to rest in Sochi's sanatorium.
Polite people would be on my shirt.
But would say that Ivan the Fool is better than woodpecker Woody.
 
Would say that the army is a life school.
That our Duchesse is better than their Cola.
Would say that stability is more better than change.
'N that we finally started to get up off our knees.
 
Would say that with democracy everything isn't so unambiguous.
The country is normal, everything is not so gloomy.
There is a lot of 'but' with freedom of speech in the world.
In any country you can find their shit.
 
Would urge not to criticize the country.
Would say that the fed up is like a mother for us.
We don't choose their, but we live with.
'N traitors are only wasting water.
 
But to be honest, I'm glad that it didn't work out that way.
My songs are still in disrepute.
I don't give a damn that I'm not go to the receptions in the Kremlin.
I eat normally and I sleep peacefully.
 
Made poker face, 'n life's good! Excellent guy - Oblomov Vasya.
Readin' well, as far as possible. Talkin' bullshits is not difficult.
Made poker face, 'n life's good! Excellent guy - Oblomov Vasya.
Readin' well, as far as possible. Talkin' bullshits is not difficult.
 
Tibor from QS-FB


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2024.10.05.

Missing





I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon that swims upstream
and, defying the arrows, the bears, and the fishermen
arrives at the season of love.
 

I'll search for you in the eyes of the last friend,
I'll listen to the tolling of an ancient heart.
I'll search on the body of a lonely woman
the last “I love you” lost in her throat.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven’t seen “love”,
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

I'll search for you among the desks of an old schoolhouse
where in your book I left you a pansy.
I'll search in a song of revolution
another feeling and a song.
 

I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon swimming upstream,
a little hero at the risk of dying,
you give life to the sea for love.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

And they no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven't seen 'love',
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

Dear missing love.
 

~~~~~
 

Dear missing love.
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn't forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn't dreamed
It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more peace
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart of one who hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that they haven’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”