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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További dalszöveg fordítások
2024.11.28.
Mirror - A Mouth Torn by Outcry
I see my image in the mirror.
I ask myself, with tense lips,
Who this stranger is and what she wants.
Is she staring at me or am I at her?
The mirror says you are the one who once
Wanted to hold the sun in your hands.
But the dark city has become your habitation today.
You’re silently dying in your heart.
I wanted to be like the sky,
To be the savior of the half-dead city,
To be a nest for birds.
With my cold and empty hands,
I shouted, „The moon has come,
The woman warrior has come,
The hatless Che Guevara has come”,
Though I’m a lampless nightwalker.
2024.11.28.
Thread of Love
United
With a thread of love
Close
With joy in our hearts
In a dream of love
Happy
We whisper like this:
'...Tell me that you always love me and I will be happy
Tell me that we will live united and in a dream I will live...'
United
With a thread of love
Close
With joy in our hearts
2024.11.28.
Valkyrie
She flew away - the song did not finish
Fell like a star in the darkness
The dew sparkled with tears in the morning
The grass cried in the wind
She looked for happiness, she stood like a stone
Cutting through the storms of passions
Fighting the waves, but she got tired
She went into the abyss, missing in action
Stardust, like eternal reality
She flew from life to fate
A valkyrie, up through the flames of heaven
To eternal captivity.
The heavens are a gentle mother
Will embrace you and understand
Will take you by the hand and lead you
Away from these walls
The wind carries, the night calls
Whispers poems about you
A valkyrie, up through the flames of heaven
To eternal captivity
Someone changed everything, someone cursed our world
Taking the best for themselves
The threads of fate weave silently
Turning dreams into decay
Let the cranes that fly away
Whisper your name
Let the sun that burns so strongly
Whisper your name
Let the clouds that float by
Whisper your name
Let the night that hides secrets
Whisper your name
We struggle with the winds, let's fight with the birds
The crooked angles of life
We go to the mountaintops and do not give up
Breaking the shackles of darkness
The flame of battles - the sun is our banner
And the sword frozen in the hand
I know that our hour will strike
You will meet us at the gates of heaven.
2024.11.28.
New dawn
The last star has dimmed in a pale veil
Oh...
And already the dawn stretches across the flowered fields, a golden mantle
Oh...
Every window opens to the sky
Oh...
While in the distance, a love song fades on the wind
Oh... The sun rises!
Oh sun
Oh sun, who kisses the Spanish women
It’s you
A caress of light on the echo of a thousand mandolins
Up there
In the sweet warmth
The flowers perfume
Still shining with dew
Mouths ignite with passion
And they sing
For you!