Дорогой Длинною - Михаил Шуфутинский Übersetzung ins Englische

Дорогой Длинною

Dorogoy Dlinnoyu
Yehali na troyke s bubentsami,
A vdali mel'kali ogon'ki.
Mne b seichas, sokoliki, za vami,
Dushu bi razveyat' ot toski.
Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch'yu lunnoyu,
Da s pesney toy, chto vdal' letit, zvenya,
I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…
Tak zhiv'a bez radosti, bez muki
Pomnyu ya ushedshiye goda
I tvoi serebryanie ruki
V troyke, uletevshey navsegda…
Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch'yu lunnoyu,
Da s pesney toy, chto vdal' letit, zvenya,
I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…
Dni begut, pechali umnozhaya,
Mne tak trudno proshloe zabit'.
Kak-nibud' odnazhdi, dorogaya,
Vi menya svezete horonit'.
Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch'yu lunnoyu,
Da s pesney toy, chto vdal' letit, zvenya,
I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…

Along the Long Road

Along the Long Road
We rode on a troika with bells ringing,
And in the distance, lights were flickering.
I would follow you now, my falcons,
To free my soul from its anguish.
Along the long road, on a moonlit night,
With that song that flies far, ringing,
And with that old, seven-stringed guitar,
That tormented me so at night...
So I live without joy, without torment,
I remember the years gone by,
And your silver hands,
In the troika that flew away forever...
Along the long road, on a moonlit night,
With that song that flies far, ringing,
And with that old, seven-stringed guitar,
That tormented me so at night...
Days run by, multiplying sorrows,
It's so hard for me to forget the past.
One day, my dear,
You will take me to be buried.
Along the long road, on a moonlit night,
With that song that flies far, ringing,
And with that old, seven-stringed guitar,
That tormented me so at night...