Pelageya - Kogda My Byli Na Vojne - traduction des paroles en anglais

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Kogda My Byli Na Vojne
When We Were at War
Kogda my byli na voyne
When we were at war
Kogda my byli na voyne
When we were at war
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
There every man thought of his
Lyubimoy ili o zhene
Beloved or his wife
I on, konechno, dumat' mog
And he, of course, could think
Da on, konechno, dumat' mog
Yes, he, of course, could think
Kogda na trubochku glyadel
When he looked at his pipe
Na goluboy yeye dymok
At its light blue smoke
Kogda na trubochku glyadel
When he looked at his pipe
Na goluboy yeye dymok
At its light blue smoke
No on ne dumal ni o chom
But he didn't think of anything
Da on ne dumal ni o chom
Yes, he didn't think of anything
On tol'ko trubochku kuril
He only smoked his pipe
S turetskim gor'kim tabachkom
With Turkish bitter tobacco
On tol'ko trubochku kuril
He only smoked his pipe
S turetskim gor'kim tabachkom
With Turkish bitter tobacco
A pomnish' kak ty vso lgala
And remember how you kept lying
A pomnish' kak ty vso lgala
And remember how you kept lying
Chto serdtse devich'ye svoyo
That you'd given your maiden heart
Davno drugogo otdala?
To another long ago?
Ty serdtse devich'ye svoyo
You'd given your maiden heart
Davno drugogo otdala?
To another long ago?
I ya reshil: ya puli zhdu,
And I decided: I'm waiting for a bullet,
Ya tol'ko vernoy puli zhdu,
I'm only waiting for a faithful bullet,
Chtob utolit' pechal' svoyu
To quench my sorrow
I chtob presech' nashu vrazhdu
And to end our quarrel
Chtob utolit' pechal' svoyu
To quench my sorrow
I chtob presech' nashu vrazhdu
And to end our quarrel
Kogda my budem na voyne,
When we are at war,
Kogda my budem na voyne,
When we are at war,
Navstrechu pulyam polechu
I'll meet the bullets head-on
Na voronom svoyom kone
On my raven horse
Navstrechu pulyam polechu
I'll meet the bullets head-on
Na voronom svoyom kone
On my raven horse
No, vidno, smert' ne dlya menya
But, apparently, death is not for me
No, vidno, smert' ne dlya menya
But, apparently, death is not for me
I snova kon' moy voronoy
And again my raven horse
Menya vynosit iz ognya
Carries me out of the fire
I snova kon' moy voronoy
And again my raven horse
Menya vynosit iz ognya
Carries me out of the fire
Kogda my byli na voyne
When we were at war
Kogda my byli na voyne
When we were at war
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
There every man thought of his
Lyubimoy ili o zhene
Beloved or his wife
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
There every man thought of his
Lyubimoy ili...
Beloved or...
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
There every man thought of his
Lyubimoy ili o zhene
Beloved or his wife





Writer(s): Pesnya Narodnaya, Pelageya Pelageya


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