DDT Russian Rock
English version/Англ. версия
Osennyaya (Autumn Song)
The heavens mounted on a horse,
on an Autumn parade,
knead dough out of those
who are recommended for decoration.
But on the box (TV) they will lie about the war.
I live on scales
in this kind of year.
My song is, of course,
the rainy kind.
My song is unsung...
and unclothed.
My song is an answer
to Anna and Lisa's letters.
Sprays of wind hang
on drenched rooftop ledges.
Spring gathered them to her lips...
And then she vanished.
With a great sorrow upon my shoulders,
I will crawl to the road.
To die is alright,
if one can drink a little first.
But I can't leave you...
I belong to us.
Where there is danger and delirium -
there are living graves.
For our honesty and our bread,
we are raised onto pitchforks.
This Autumn is payment for the light.
We dance at the bends,
turns for centuries.
There is no end for anyone,
even for those who are not with us.
Our song is with you in the clouds.
And so far nothing,
nothing has happened.
Yesterday I still remembered
that life was just a dream I was having.
Then it became this autumn.
And if surrounding us there is only evil,
And if all around us everything's too thin,
Love us all, dear God, quietly.
Love us all, dear God, loudly.
Sometimes our life
overgrows with flowers.
This means, my friend,
that He has passed among us.
But to see Him is not easy.
And if surrounding us there is only evil,
And what we're used to becomes too thin,
Love us all, dear God, quietly.
Love us all, dear God, loudly.
Love us all, dear God, quietly.
Love us all, dear God...
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Russian version/Русская версия
Nebesa na kone,
na osenyem para'de,
mesyat testa iz teh,
kto predstavlen k nagrade.
A po yashiku vrut o voyne.
Ya zhyvu na vesah
b eto kachestva goda.
Moya pecnya, koneshna,
dozhdlivava roda.
Moya pecnya ne speta...
i ne odeta.
Moya pecnya - otvet
pycmam Anni i Lizi.
Brizgi vetra vecyat
na promokshih karnizah.
Cabrola ih gubami vecna...
I ishezla ona.
Ya z bedoy na plichah
dapalzu da daroge.
Umeret - nychevo,
yesly vypet nemnoga.
Nu meshayet ueti ot tebya...
nashey ya.
Gde opacnact i bred -
tam zhiviye magili.
Nas za vernast i hleb
podnemayt na vyli.
Etoy osen'u platem za cvet.
Plashem na verazhah,
pavaroti vekhami.
I nekamu net konsa,
dazhi tem kto ne snami.
Nasha pesnya c taboi v oblakah.
I poka nechevo,
nechevo ne sluchilas.
Ya vchera yesho pomnel,
shto zhizn mne prisnilas.
Etoy osen'u stala ona.
I yesli vokrug - odno liha,
I yesli krugom - slishkom tonko,
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi, tiho.
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi, gromko.
Inagda nasha zhizn
zarostayet tsvetami.
Eto znachi, moi dr'ug,
on proshol mezhdu nami.
No uvidet Yevo ne lehko.
I yesli vokrug - odno liha
I previchnayo nam - slishkom tonko,
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi, tiho.
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi, gromko.
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi, tiho.
Lubi vseh nac, Gospadi...
Я всегда думал, что родился не в то время, но я не хотел бы жить в то время, где не будет песен ДДТ! За эту самую "осеннюю" я бы лет пять отдал!
arhiopteriks 8 months ago 14
@drgdrf You yourself are gay, goatee. Russia is one of the best countries in the world.
mted83 1 year ago 12