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Translation
Young Winds
Pride of completed cars
Gilded straps of those seats
From south are blowing very young winds
Tearing apart the clouds
Not forgotten, sent from afar
With home, mother, and not last home
A run through the sky, you see someone's tracks
It could be me, it could be you,
They may be awaiting, or maybe be singing for us
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Feasts for the joy
And the ethereal Bowing
Get up, drink up, and keep silence for them
A month, and whole earth shakes
Mouth shut and legs tied
Always remember and say the right words, all of us
A run through the sky, you see someone's tracks
It could be me, it could be you,
They may be awaiting, or maybe be singing for us
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Found cutting scythe in diamonds
A war for the memory of the years
Pride of completed cars
Gilded straps of those seats
From south are blowing very young winds
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Demyan-7b: Top 3
1. | Молодые ветра (Molodye vetra) |
2. | Городу на Неве... (Gorodu na Neve...) |
3. | Некрещёная луна (Nekreshchyonaya luna) |
Idioms from "Молодые ветра"
1. | Нашла коса на камень |
Comments
About translator
this was straight from my mind, really