Я вам, ребята, на мозги не капаю - Григорий Лепс Übersetzung ins Englische

Я вам, ребята, на мозги не капаю

Я вам, ребята, на мозги не капаю
Но вот он, перегиб и парадокс
Когой-то выбирают Римским Папою
Когой-то запирают в тесный бокс
Там все места блатные расхватали и
Пришипились, надеясь на авось
Тем временем во всей честной Италии
На Папу кандидата не нашлось
Жаль, на меня не вовремя накинули аркан!
Я б засосал стакан и — в Ватикан!
Церковники хлебальники разинули
Замешкался маленько Ватикан
А мы тут им Папу Римского подкинули
Из наших, из поляков, из славян
Сижу на нарах я, в Нарофоминске я
Когда б ты знала, жизнь мою губя
Что я бы мог бы выйти в Папы Римские
А в мамы взять, естественно, тебя!
Жаль, на меня не вовремя накинули аркан!
Я б засосал стакан и — в Ватикан!
При власти, при деньгах ли, при короне ли
Судьба людей швыряет, как котят
Ну как мы место шаха проворонили?!
Нам этого потомки не простят!
Шах расписался в полном неумении
Вот тут его возьми и замени!
Где взять? У нас любой второй в Туркмении
Аятолла, и даже Хомейни
Всю жизнь мою в ворота бью рогами как баран
А мне бы взять Коран и — в Тегеран!
У нас любой закройщик в Милитополе
На многое способен и горазд
И кстати вместо Голды Меир мы прохлопали
А у меня соседка в самый раз
Успехи наши трудно вчетвером нести
Но каждый коренаст и голенаст
Ведь воспитали мы, без ложной скромности
Наследника Онассиса у нас
Плывут у нас по Волге ли, по Каме ли
Таланты — все при шпаге, при плаще
Руслан Халилов, мой сосед по камере
Там Мао делать нечего вообще!
Жаль, на меня не вовремя накинули аркан!
Я б засосал стакан и — в Ватикан!

I won't bore you, guys

I won't bore you, guys
But here it is, the overkill and the paradox
Someone is elected as Pope
Someone is locked up in a cramped box
All the best places were bought and
Clinged on, hoping for a chance
Meanwhile, in all of honest Italy
There was no candidate for the Pope
It's a pity they threw a lasso on me!
I'd down a glass and — to the Vatican!
The churchmen opened wide their mouths
The Vatican hesitated a little
And we gave them a PopeOf our own, of the Poles, of the SlavsI sit on a bunk, in Nara-FominskIf only you knew, ruining my lifeThat I could have become the PopeAnd, naturally, take you as my mother!It's a pity they threw a lasso on me!I'd down a glass and — to the Vatican!In power, in money, or in a crownFate tosses people like kittensHow did we miss out on the Shah's place?!Our descendants will not forgive us for this!The Shah revealed his complete incompetenceHere, take him and replace him!Where to get one? In Turkmenistan, every other person isAn ayatollah, and even KhomeiniAll my life I've been butting heads against the gates like a ramBut I'd take the Koran and — to Tehran!In our town of Militopole, any tailor isCapable and good at many thingsAnd by the way, instead of Golda Meir we blew itAnd my neighbor would have been just rightIt's hard to bear our successes aloneBut each one is stocky and thin-leggedAfter all, we have raised, without false modestyAn heir to Onassis in our midstWhether they sail along the Volga or the KamaTalents — all with swords and cloaksRuslan Khalilov, my cellmateThere's nothing for Mao to do there at all!It's a pity they threw a lasso on me!I'd down a glass and — to the Vatican!
Of our own, of the Poles, of the Slavs
I sit on a bunk, in Nara-Fominsk
If only you knew, ruining my life
That I could have become the Pope
And, naturally, take you as my mother!
It's a pity they threw a lasso on me!
I'd down a glass and — to the Vatican!
In power, in money, or in a crown
Fate tosses people like kittens
How did we miss out on the Shah's place?!
Our descendants will not forgive us for this!
The Shah revealed his complete incompetence
Here, take him and replace him!
Where to get one? In Turkmenistan, every other person is
An ayatollah, and even Khomeini
All my life I've been butting heads against the gates like a ram
But I'd take the Koran and — to Tehran!
In our town of Militopole, any tailor is
Capable and good at many things
And by the way, instead of Golda Meir we blew it
And my neighbor would have been just right
It's hard to bear our successes alone
But each one is stocky and thin-legged
After all, we have raised, without false modesty
An heir to Onassis in our midst
Whether they sail along the Volga or the Kama
Talents — all with swords and cloaks
Ruslan Khalilov, my cellmate
There's nothing for Mao to do there at all!
It's a pity they threw a lasso on me!
I'd down a glass and — to the Vatican!