Она не вышла замуж (feat. Чиж & Co) - Chizh & Co Übersetzung ins Englische

Она не вышла замуж (feat. Чиж & Co)

Ona ne vyshla zamuzh za khromogo evreya,
Ona ne vyshla zamuzh za sedogo araba,
Ee ne prel′shchali ni Chikago, ni Beyrut, ni Khanoy.
Ona khotela kazhdyy vecher vozvrashchat'sya domoy.
Ona zhila na Sumskoy.

Ee podruga govorila: "Nu kakaya ty dura!
Ved′ tam takaya zhizn', tam takaya kul'tura!
Tam vystupaet Maykl Dzhekson, tam Madonna, tam igraet Van Damm.
Mne by tvoe, davno byla by tam!"

No ona ne shla na provokatsionnye spory,
Ey nadoeli psevdozagranichnye razgovory.
Ona molcha doedala svoy uzhin, ona lozhilas′ spat′,
Soslavshis' na to, chto ey ochen′ rano vstavat'.

U nee byl paren′ - gitarist i pevets.
O nem govorili: "Eto polnyy vpered!"
On igral bugi-vugi, pel blyuzy i rok-n-roll,
On kuril anashu, pil vino, upotreblyal dimedrol.

Ona lyubila ego, on otvechal ey postel'yu.
Ona mechtala stat′ vtoroy ego ten'yu.
Ona terpelivo dozhidalas' iz gastroley ego.
On priezzhal, napivalsya i oral, chto Sovok - der′mo.

On nazyval ee "Bebi", a ona ego: "Milyy".
I im ne bylo tesno v ee tesnoy kvartire,
Kogda on zakhodil po nocham v mesyats raza tri.
Ey khotelos′ krichat': "Voz′mi menya, lyubimyy, voz'mi!"

A on trakhalsya molcha, potom mgnovenno zasypal,
Potom ona na rabotu, a on na vokzal.
Gostinitsa, vino, televizor, barabanshchik sosed.
Inogda kto-nibud′ eshche, kto sdelaet minet.

I okazalos', chto ona beremenna s mesyats,
A rok-n-roll′naya zhizn' isklyuchaet osedlost'.
K tomu zhe priglasili v Kopengagen na gastroli ego,
I vse krugom govorili: "Dobilsya-taki svoego!"

Estestvenno, on ne vernulsya nazad:
Nu konechno, tam ray, nu konechno, zdes′ ad.
A ona - chto ona? Rodila i s rebenkom zhivet.
Govoryat, muzykanty - samyy tsinichnyy narod.

Vy sprosite, chto dal′she? Nu, otkuda mne znat'.
Ya vse eto pridumal sam, kogda mne ne khotelos′ spat'.
Grustnoe bugi, izvechnyy lya-minor.
Nu konechno, tam ad, a zdes′ ray - vot i ves' razgovor.

She didn't get married (feat. Chizh & Co)

She didn't marry a lame Jew,
She didn't marry a gray-haired Arab,
She was not seduced by Chicago, or Beirut, or Hanoi.
She wanted to come home every night.
She lived on the Sumskoy.

Her friend said: "How stupid you are!
There is such a life there, such a culture there!
Michael Jackson performs there, Madonna, Van Damm plays there.
I would have been there a long time with yours!"

But she didn't go into provocative arguments,
She was tired of pseudo-foreign conversations.
She silently finished her dinner, she went to bed,
Saying that she had to get up very early.

She had a boyfriend - a guitarist and singer.
They said about him: "This is a full forward!"
He played boogie-woogie, sang blues and rock-n-roll,
He smoked weed, drank wine, and used dimedrol.

She loved him, he answered her with a bed.
She dreamed of becoming his second shadow.
She patiently waited for him from his tours.
He came, got drunk and shouted that Sovok was a piece of shit.

He called her "Baby", and she called him: "Dear".
And they were not cramped in her cramped apartment,
When he came in at night about three times a month.
She wanted to scream: "Take me, my love, take me!"

But he fucked silently, then instantly fell asleep,
Then she went to work, and he went to the station.
Hotel, wine, TV, neighbor drummer.
Sometimes someone else who would give a blowjob.

And it turned out that she was pregnant for a month,
And rock-n-roll life excludes settling down.
Besides, they invited him to Copenhagen on tour,
And everyone around said: "He's finally achieved his goal!"

Naturally, he did not return:
Of course, there is paradise, of course, here is hell.
And what about her? She gave birth and lives with her child.
They say musicians are the most cynical people.

You ask what next? Well, how do I know.
I made all this up myself when I didn't feel like sleeping.
Sad boogie, eternal Am-Dm.
Of course, there is hell, and here is paradise - that's the whole conversation.