25/17 - ТХАП-16 versuri traducere în engleză

TXAP-16

The sunflower bowed its head, blazing sunset,
last whisper ' I will not forgive', the heat of burning homestead.
With the swing of the saber the milk of breast feeding mother
was mixed with the blood of baby, and the father.
This land is alive- bones, muscles, nerves,
the steel 'Tigers* and 'Panthers'1 took a chunk of her.
And those fields over the river still not plowed,
on them like a grass towards haven was risen grandpa Pavel.
The plant was bristling with the smokestacks, the peasant was grinding socket,
And suddenly on radio all-clear, signal- call Cthulhu.
Ivan burst with laughter-' be cursed the *marked one' 2
and choked on vodka, dehumanized, undone.
And after golden finger rings and rings made with blue tattoo
were dripping saliva and pawed the beautiful widow,
the eyes were blinded by rolexes, glitter of tooth crown,
but suddenly their matchmakers the grandchildren of Felix 3 send around
 
Life either beautiful, or in vain, or poor to some,
in short, everything in chocolate-
it's so good, you feel like vomit ...
By the way, what will happen next?
It's so good...
It's so good, you feel like vomit ...
Did you expect a better outcome?
 
Autumn is over, in the kitchen the flies are dead,
Bendigo walking through the forest- against the ground hit your head.
Like a Morse code, for us will blink the garland,
the first will freeze the most daring, the quickest one.
And how many times for you it should've been the end,
and you still do not die- what a good man.
And it seems that all the base was mowed down,
but silly woman giving and giving birth to a new one.
And if there is no war, we create the war for ourselves,
neither coast nor bottom, for the people- the country can go to hell.
And here again, either on prison bunk, or on the street lamp in the city,
the next passionary nullify morality.
And for the time being I'm simply a commentator,
but also someone's brother, husband, dad- commutator.
One day this chain on me will end,
and we we'll see each other through the breech-sight, my friend.
 
Life either beautiful, or in vain, or poor to some,
in short, everything in chocolate-
it's so good, you feel like vomit ...
By the way, what will happen next?
It's so good...
It's so good, you feel like vomit ...
Did you expect a better outcome?
 


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