A keresés eredménye

Day of the liberation of Donbas

In the hearts of all of us - Donbas,
Like a prayer, like the voice of God,
May it fly across the large steppes,
This song is sang about our birthplace of Donbas.
 
Until death, we stand on a crossroad,
Behind which the enemy awaits for long,
Wants to take away the legacy, and the speech,
But we must preserve it all.
 
Let the shadow fall down today,
We will wait for our moment,
Until the day finally comes,
The day of the liberation of Donbas.
 
For our freedom we fight the enemy,
We protect our loving home,
We believe the victory is on our side,
And the sun will peacefully shine again.
The war is not over yet,
But the spring will bring us victory,
In each of our hearts burns,
Like a holy fire - our Donbas.
 
Let the shadow fall down today,
We will wait for our moment,
Until the day finally comes,
The day of the liberation of Donbas.
 
And let the shadow lay on the sun,
But under the awareness of mining helmets,
The day will come, a great day
The day of the liberation of Donbas!
 

Why my thoughts fight

Why my thoughts fight
Experience tells me,do not speak
Run both of you now
Let my heart speak.
 
The first look of your eye
suitable to the bright sun
he captivated my heart,
made him a slave.
 
To love you, ah, the only one
I will tell the whole world,
Just from you, ah,my sweetheart,
This secret I will hide
 

A date with Odessa

We sailed for a long time,
To get here, we long steered,
Sorrows swayed us,
Waves rocked and christened us,
But all those alien harbors,
And foreign cities,
They didn’t leave a mark on the heart.
Let me stay together with Odessa,
I have so much to tell her.
 
Refrain.
Again, I walk the famous steps,
Leaving the escalator to others,
And the entire boulevard, as one large bouquet,
Odessa, darling, holds forth to me.
Her gait is sure and light,
Her smile is clear delight.
It’s not for nothing the sea a sailor teaches —
Odessa faithfully will wait for you.
 
They call Odessa - mama
In all four corners of the world,
On all continents,
In different languages.
But for me, Odessa is a girl,
With the jest sparkling in her eyes,
And with a forgotten song on her lips.
With her I wandered along the shore,
And so much back then I told her.
 
Refrain.
 
The time of the departure
The captain will announce,
And the watch their place will assume,
And waves will hit the broadside.
And let me, the wanderer,
Be forgiven by Bolshoi Fountain 1
Because it is still there,
While I’m gone.
You’d think that I live in Odessa,
But all the while, she lives in me...
 
Refrain.
 

• 1. stretch of beaches

But I am Daddy

Someone walks in clubs, breaking hearts
And in the evening cocktail fires burning.
Who dives in credit1 to live in palaces,
Like the wind in the wide world flying.
Or building bridges, making movies,
Changes space - speeding up the age!
Maybe flies into space, but I don't care
I am much more difficult to solve the problem!
 
And I'm a cool Daddy, I'm a cool Daddy,
No one can be more, no one can be more
Compared with me!
I could be a star, conquer peaks!
Still harder, much harder
Become cool daddy!
 
Make a repair at school, run cross together
To teach hooligans to get between the eyes!
To make even a sister is not a question for me
All I need is the consent of the mother.
To fight and football, to shooting and hockey,
Ride together on the footboard of the tram.
My son with me is much older,
 
And I'm a cool Daddy, I'm a cool Daddy,
No one can be more, no one can be more
Compared with me!
I could be a star, conquer peaks!
Still harder, much harder
Become cool daddy!
 

• 1. This means getting a big loan, which you cannot repay.

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A Bottle of Wine

Versions: #2
Gypsies rode the horses - you won't catch them,
Singing songs that you won't understand,
[And] they had a guitar - no one could tune up,
You wouldn't make out anything firsthand.
 
A bottle of wine... No hangover, I'm fine.
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
Oh, my little quart of wine... Ah, no hangover - I'm fine,
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
 
It's better having fun than working mindless,
It's better to drink vodka than to fight.
It's better to remember mother's kindness
And put on white tuxedos with delight.
 
A bottle of wine... Ah, no hangover, I'm fine.
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
Oh, my little quart of wine... No hangover - I'm fine,
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
 
It's better to be rich, but still be healthy,
And kiss resplendent girls without shame,
Avoiding prison cells while being wealthy,
And line with cash the pockets to acclaim.
 
A bottle of wine... Well, no hangover, I'm fine.
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
Hey, my little quart of wine... No hangover - I'm fine,
Headaches hit only those who don't drink, I suppose.
 
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