Village Boy - Nick Sax traduction en anglais

Village Boy

Там, вдали за дрожью
Неизведанных морей
На неведомых дорожках
Средь невиданных зверей
Где стоит избушка
Что без окон и дверей
А внутри басит, неужто
Мы опять летим на рейв

Ой, усекай
Тусим на русский край
Молодой музыкант
Мама — рейв, папа — панк!
Хой! пустим бас
На заре по полям
Вылетай из седла
Imma boy iz sela

Lalallaa

Hoi! Imma bumpkin
From da forgotten farm
Haters shit their pants, cause I'm
Stayn' on my трактор so high
Yeah, I have nothin, guys
Cause I'm from da forbidden land
From da country that shall not be named, so
Shut your motherfucking mouths!
Yeah! Fuck your benz, Diz
Man on a horse, hello kids!
My friends talk like mumble rappers
Cause ma boys have no teeth!
So I've already shoved
All da wood into da stove
I've come out of the grove
Now I'm here to piss you off

Ой, усекай
Тусим на русский край
Молодой музыкант
Мама — рейв, папа — панк!
Хой! пустим бас
На заре по полям
Вылетай из седла
Imma boy iz sela

Lalallaa

Why am I mad? Why is my rage
Whispering to me to make this diss
Da point is, when everybody's just waiting
For your fails and your defeats
When they're telling 'You are too old!'
For da trends, you're too dumb and dolt
So you have to pull yourself together
And to say them fuck you all!
Yeah! Let's do it for da beggars, for da hicks
For da workers from da village, for da peasants, for da freaks
Get up from your knees!
If you're proud of your countries
Even just a little bit
FUCK THE LITTLE BIG!

Fuck that little bitch
Сука, нет, ты не Ильич
Ты во рту банана мэн (мой!)
Стиснув, закричишь
Коль за ушком там теребят
Чтоб кормушку не потерять
Дяди Сэма, виноваты во всём
— Русские, блять!
Жадный хуй, ты продал страну, ты продашь семью, только скинь бабла
Отец года, блять, ноет сын "плак-плак", куда ты пропал, скибиди папа?
Я кладу грязный болт на твой заурядный поп
Для такой звезды мы обернули в звёздном флаге... ГРОБ (йе)

— Что с вами не так, ребята, вы ебанутые?
— Это так!

Ой, усекай
Мама — рейв, папа — панк!
Хой! пустим бас
На заре по полям
Вылетай из седла
Imma boy iz sela

Lalallaa

Village Boy

Out there, beyond the shiver
Of uncharted seas so wide,
On unknown paths I quiver,
Where unseen beasts reside.
There stands a hut so small,
Without a door or window pane,
And inside, a bass so strong,
Are we raving once again?

Hey, listen up, my dear,
Partying in the Russian land,
A young musician, I appear,
Mama's rave, and papa's punk band.
Hey! Let the bass resound,
At dawn across the fields we roam,
Fly out of your saddle, unbound,
Imma boy from the village, my home.

Lalallaa

Hoi! Imma bumpkin, girl,
From da forgotten farm I hail,
Haters shit their pants, you'll twirl,
Stayn' on my tractor, never fail.
Yeah, I have nothin', that's true,
Cause I'm from da forbidden land,
From da country that shall not be named, boo,
Shut your motherfucking mouths, understand?
Yeah! Fuck your Benz, this is bliss,
Man on a horse, hello kids, a kiss!
My friends talk like mumble rappers, miss,
Cause ma boys have no teeth, that's how it is.
So I've already shoved, it's done,
All da wood into da stove, the sun
I've come out of the grove, now run,
Now I'm here to piss you off, just for fun.

Hey, listen up, my dear,
Partying in the Russian land,
A young musician, I appear,
Mama's rave, and papa's punk band.
Hey! Let the bass resound,
At dawn across the fields we roam,
Fly out of your saddle, unbound,
Imma boy from the village, my home.

Lalallaa

Why am I mad? Why is my rage,
Whispering to me to make this diss?
Da point is, when everybody's just waiting,
For your fails and your defeats, I confess.
When they're telling 'You are too old!',
For da trends, you're too dumb and dolt,
So you have to pull yourself together, be bold,
And to say them fuck you all, revolt!
Yeah! Let's do it for da beggars, for da hicks,
For da workers from da village, for da peasants, for da freaks,
Get up from your knees! No more tricks,
If you're proud of your countries, what it speaks,
Even just a little bit, no more leaks,
FUCK THE LITTLE BIG! That's what it reeks.

Fuck that little bitch, it's true,
Bitch, no, you ain't no Lenin, through and through,
You're a banana man (mine!) in your mouth, it's blue,
Squeezing it, you'll scream and shout, boo hoo.
If they're tugging at your ear, it's a plight,
So you don't lose your trough, day and night,
Uncle Sam, they're to blame, alright,
— Russians, fuck! What a fright.
Greedy dick, you sold the country, you'll sell your family too, just gimme the dough,
Father of the year, my ass, son cries "wah-wah", where'd you go, Skibidi dad, yo?
I put a dirty bolt on your mediocre pop, it's so-so,
For such a star, we wrapped in a starry flag... A COFFIN, bro (yeah).

— What's wrong with you guys, are you fucking crazy?
— It is so!

Hey, listen up, my dear,
Mama's rave, and papa's punk band.
Hey! Let the bass resound,
At dawn across the fields we roam,
Fly out of your saddle, unbound,
Imma boy from the village, my home.

Lalallaa