Lyrics and translation ДДТ - Ni shagu nazad

Ni shagu nazad

Kardiogrammy nochnykh fonarej,
Vskhlipy serdchno-sosudistykh grez,
Ryb'i skelety osennikh berez
V parandzhe razvrashchennykh vostochnykh dozhdej.
Seroe plamia asfal'tovykh rek,
Kanalizatsionnyj vzgliad
Liukov, vpaiannykh v ehtot vek,
Skvoz' nikh - tol'ko vniz,
No ne nazad!
Pripev:
Ni shagu nazad, tol'ko vpered,
Ehto s soboiu nas noch' zovet.
Kuda poletim? Vverkh ili vniz?
Ehto otvetit nam nash karniz.
Nebo prishito k nam stal'iu antenn.
Emu nikuda uzhe ne ubezhat'.
Veter zagnan v metro. Avtomat-impotent.
My ne za kontrol', no tak obidno teriat'.
My liubim plastmassu, uran i beton,
Edim farmatsevtov, a p'em kerosin.
Vmesto sireni - odekolon,
Iz liuboj erundy vyzhmem chistyj benzin.
Pripev:
Osen' nastala, zhelteiut doma,
Obletaiut pechal'no sukhimi liud'mi.
Povernulas' k nam zadom starushka-Luna,
Pod glazom eio sled ot ch'ej-to nogi.
Chto svetit nam zavtra, chto greet sejchas?
Na skol'ko udobnej litovannyj krest?
Za ehti voprosy nam Pushkin vozdast,
Rodnia nas ne vydast, a Rejgan ne s'est!
Pripev:

Not One Step Back

Cardiograms of the night lights,
Sobs of cardiovascular dreams,
Fish skeletons of autumn birches
In the veil of swirling eastern rains.
Gray stain of asphalt rivers,
Sewer gaze
Of manholes, soldered into this century,
Through them - only down,
But not one step back!
Chorus:
Not one step back, only forward,
The night calls us with it.
Where will we fly? Up or down?
Our cornice will answer us.
The sky is sewn to us with the steel of antennas.
It has nowhere to escape.
The wind is driven into the subway. An impotent machine.
We're not for control, but it's so frustrating to lose.
We love plastic, uranium, and concrete,
We eat pharmacists and drink kerosene.
Instead of lilac - cologne,
We'll squeeze pure gasoline out of any nonsense.
Chorus:
Autumn has come, the houses are turning yellow,
Sadly shedding dry people.
The old lady Moon has turned her back on us,
Under her eye, a trace of someone's foot.
What shines for us tomorrow, what warms us now?
How much more comfortable is a cast-iron cross?
Pushkin will reward us for these questions,
Our family won't give us away, and Reagan won't eat us!
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