Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. Stand With Ukraine!

Ех, 'Крайна (Yekh, 'Krayna) (English translation)

  • Artist: Yakov Galekin (Яков Галекин)
  • Song: Ех, 'Крайна (Yekh, 'Krayna)

Ех, 'Крайна

Цветит луна глазом волчим,
на европейский Запад.
Пем самогона молча,
перед дермовний заряд.
Волны Днепра смачать формы,
Мой Калаш, сама вода.
Ех, 'Крайна, я тебя до могилы
незабуду никогда!
 
«Мы будем до Марта дома»,
только нам кажется так.
Но там, в Москве, Путин-дурак,
переоценил атак.
Звизды «Градов» тянут жилы,
С недолетом бьют пока.
Ех 'Крайна, я тебя до могилы
незабуду никогда!
 
Азов есть синий как небо,
и наше уми черны.
Мы уж все, вроде, избиты,
Срок покыдать лагеры.
Буду рад, што не убили,
мой барыш - мои года!
Ех 'Крайна, я тебя до могилы
незабуду никогда!
 
Выпили, рознговорились,
про милые и про войну.
С пянаю мордой вес вылез,
бабу сюда хоть одну.
Но я полны гневу к войне,
ей конец я жду, только.
Ех, 'Крайна, я тебя до могилы
незабуду никогда!
 
Што-то сегодня икалось,
видимо, есть кому ждать.
А до замемы осталось,
недели шесть или пять.
Но а если все же к милой,
невернусь, а што ж тогда?
Ех, 'Крайна, я тебя и в могиле
незабуду никогда!
 
Submitted by harm0nyharm0ny on Mon, 23/05/2022 - 05:31
Last edited by harm0nyharm0ny on Sat, 28/05/2022 - 10:12
Submitter's comments:

This is my remade version of "Ех, Афган", with a thematic of the Ukrainian War

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Oh, Ukraine

The moon glows like a wolf's eye,
On the European West,
We drink samogon quietly,
In front of us are shitty charges.
Waves of Dnieper wettens the uniforms,
My AK is full of water.
Oh, Ukraine, I won't forget you until my grave!
 
"We will be home until March",
We were told.
But there, in Moscow, idiot Putin,
Has overestimated the attack.
Whistles of "Grads" are squeezing the veins,
And they fall without hitting the target.
Oh, Ukraine, I won't forget you until my grave!
 
Azov is blue like a sky,
And our thoughts are dark.
We are all truly well beaten,
It's time to leave our camps.
I'll be glad that they didn't kill me,
My profit - my years!
Oh, Ukraine, I won't forget you until my grave!
 
We drunk and spoke,
About our loved ones and about the war.
With drunken face, the devil came out,
At least one woman would be nice.
And I am full of anger towards war,
I just await it's end.
Oh, Ukraine, I won't forget you until my grave!
 
I hiccuped today,
Someone definitely waits for me.
But towards the exchange it's still,
Six or five weeks.
And if I never return to my loved one, then what?
Oh, Ukraine, I won't forget you even in my grave!
 
Thanks!

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Submitted by harm0nyharm0ny on Mon, 23/05/2022 - 05:42
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