Anton Dukhovskoy - Куда Вы? (Kuda Vy?) versuri traducere în engleză

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Where To?

Oh, where are you going, Jews, where are you going late at night?
Handing over the keys to your wretched state apartments
Not sweet to you, the smell of the taiga, nor its age nor its cruel wind.
Jews are leaving for the West, abandoning their Far East.
 

Chorus:
Tum-bala, tum-bala, tum-balalaika,
Tum-bala, tum-balalaika,
Tum-balalaika, spiel balalaika,
My heart tearing and weeping.
 

If everything is against you, then rise quickly from your long-sat-on nests,
Evidently, after all, the fate of the Jews is that of wandering stars.
Let Bira lick the blue hills, washing up the coastal sand,
All the same, you will wave to the Near and abandon the Far East
 

Chorus
 

Though difficult to part ways sometimes, the tickets are clenched firmly in hand,
To break out of the reservation whose borders are always locked,
To be a drop closer to happiness, - everything has to be forsaken to hell.
It hurts to cross their emptied addresses out of my notebooks.
 

Chorus
 

Modest belongings laid into suitcases. A couple of minutes for farewells.
An uninhabited stepmother's house is often better than a primitive maternal shelter.
Even the sun warms more tenderly there. Why sometimes do so melancholy
Jews in foreign lands speak their own native Russian tongue?
 

Chorus
 

In Tel Aviv, in New York, in Paris has sounded your little Jewish waltz,
And Bira is left to lick the blue hills, wash up the coastal sand.
The state looks down your footsteps silently, and in the state today there is trouble...
Oh, where are you going, Jews, where are you going, and today where am I going?
 

Chorus
 




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