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Страшно Так Жить (Basta - Strashno Tak Zhitʹ) (превод на английски)

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It's Frightful to Live Like That

Where there was light, there is now darkness
I am off to die, Ma
My soul
There is no God, he has left us
Whom He could, He saved
Out of the fire
Where there was light, there is now darkness
I am off to die, Ma
My soul
There is no God, he has left us
Whom He could, He saved
Out of the fire
 
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange
Oh, really mom, the truth is that their truth is out of lies
We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here
 
How much bitterness is given to us to drink
You may shout or not, but the king listlessly sleeps for a long time
It will cost subjects their heads, to see still not everything that they wanted
It's been tried on you and me
Everything is upside down, the floor is under your feet, the ceiling is under your feet
Go to hell sables God is with us
Race, whose sight is more accurate, and why and for what
It's none of my business, you know, I don't need to know
Well, that's it, we got there, we climb out of the pit
We are the knotted flaws
Three monkeys: I can't see, I can't hear, I'm silent
I don't get my hands dirty, I just help the hangman
Beg for alms, hold out your hands
Hide the God in your bosom, don't curse the king
The Oprichnik's whip is a maiden's braid
No one to save and no one to save, suicide
 
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange
Oh, really mom, the truth is that their truth is out of lies
We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here
 
It is not customary to dig deep here, I said something wrong
I read something wrong and there is a hood over my head
I know, the views are painful, but this is our land
We are endlessly executed, an eternal massacre
We are leveled, broken, and trampled on
We are doomed to accept beatings, in silence
We're out of power, we're bleeding
We have almost no chance, we are like a body without kidneys
I, the obedient crowd
And I am one of this crowd of millions, I am a slave
I'm in the sights of a machine gun and, therefore, on the parade
At the command of the battalion commander, I will cheerfully shout "hooray"
My homeland, what do you want? Just tell me exactly
But in response, the ground shakes and you can hear knives being sharpened
And you can hear the safety catch being removed
And even God doesn't know how to prevent it
 
Here, instead of the good old whip, there is a mortgage stranglehold
The people would have blinked, but they cut off his eyelids for ever
Stockholm syndrome — and again the first on the first
And we watch this sitcom as a family
The system is your main opponent
And you're just a little aluminum cog in it
To get out of it and get away with it-alas, it will not work
The machine is programmed so that you will be beaten
Drama Theater of downtrodden, tortured dolls
Bought by my uncle for a couple of sandwich tricks
In rumpled jackets and unbuttoned trousers
Spelling out the leader's name with their bodies
System for repairing breakdowns, will get into the filling up to the elbow
Chik-chik and here you are a quiet, smiling, obedient robot
But someone dared to fight off the hands and fought off the hands
A bullet through the oncoming soulless stream-just tore!
 
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My homeland is crying, Mummy, forgive us
We didn't have time to sing your funeral, let's take the body out
In a wooden coffin, hastily knocked down from rotten planks
You forgive us shameless, we wail in one voice, Mother
 
My homeland is crying, Mummy, forgive us
We didn't have time to sing your funeral, let's take the body out
In a wooden coffin, hastily knocked down from rotten planks
You forgive us shameless, we wail in one voice, Mother
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It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange
Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies
We are forgotten by God mother, no one needs us here
 
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but for some reason the house has become strange
Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies
We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here
 
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange
Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies
We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here
 
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange
 
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Публикувано от Ulman BegovicUlman Begovic в(ъв)/на пон., 21/06/2021 - 00:59
Последно редактирано от Ulman BegovicUlman Begovic в(ъв)/на пет., 24/09/2021 - 01:13
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IgeethecatIgeethecat    пон., 21/06/2021 - 01:50

the house has become a stranger -- I would use an adjective "strange"
Шашки наголо -- it is like sables, not checkers
Ситком -- это как телекомедия? Sitcom?

PinchusPinchus    втор., 22/06/2021 - 01:02

>Mom is not afraid to die, it's scary to live like this
It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this
>Кричи не кричи,
You may shout or not,
>Подданным не сносить голов
It will cost subjects their heads
>шашки наголо
naked swords

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