Paroles et traduction Pelageya - Kogda My Byli Na Vojne

Kogda My Byli Na Vojne

Kogda my byli na voyne
Kogda my byli na voyne
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
Lyubimoy ili o zhene

I on, konechno, dumat' mog
Da on, konechno, dumat' mog
Kogda na trubochku glyadel
Na goluboy yeye dymok
Kogda na trubochku glyadel
Na goluboy yeye dymok

No on ne dumal ni o chom
Da on ne dumal ni o chom
On tol'ko trubochku kuril
S turetskim gor'kim tabachkom
On tol'ko trubochku kuril
S turetskim gor'kim tabachkom

A pomnish' kak ty vso lgala
A pomnish' kak ty vso lgala
Chto serdtse devich'ye svoyo
Davno drugogo otdala?
Ty serdtse devich'ye svoyo
Davno drugogo otdala?

I ya reshil: ya puli zhdu,
Ya tol'ko vernoy puli zhdu,
Chtob utolit' pechal' svoyu
I chtob presech' nashu vrazhdu
Chtob utolit' pechal' svoyu
I chtob presech' nashu vrazhdu

Kogda my budem na voyne,
Kogda my budem na voyne,
Navstrechu pulyam polechu
Na voronom svoyom kone
Navstrechu pulyam polechu
Na voronom svoyom kone

No, vidno, smert' ne dlya menya
No, vidno, smert' ne dlya menya
I snova kon' moy voronoy
Menya vynosit iz ognya
I snova kon' moy voronoy
Menya vynosit iz ognya

Kogda my byli na voyne
Kogda my byli na voyne
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
Lyubimoy ili o zhene
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
Lyubimoy ili...
Tam kazhdyy dumal o svoyey
Lyubimoy ili o zhene

When We Were at War

When we were at war
When we were at war
There every man thought of his
Beloved or his wife

And he, of course, could think
Yes, he, of course, could think
When he looked at his pipe
At its light blue smoke
When he looked at his pipe
At its light blue smoke

But he didn't think of anything
Yes, he didn't think of anything
He only smoked his pipe
With Turkish bitter tobacco
He only smoked his pipe
With Turkish bitter tobacco

And remember how you kept lying
And remember how you kept lying
That you'd given your maiden heart
To another long ago?
You'd given your maiden heart
To another long ago?

And I decided: I'm waiting for a bullet,
I'm only waiting for a faithful bullet,
To quench my sorrow
And to end our quarrel
To quench my sorrow
And to end our quarrel

When we are at war,
When we are at war,
I'll meet the bullets head-on
On my raven horse
I'll meet the bullets head-on
On my raven horse

But, apparently, death is not for me
But, apparently, death is not for me
And again my raven horse
Carries me out of the fire
And again my raven horse
Carries me out of the fire

When we were at war
When we were at war
There every man thought of his
Beloved or his wife
There every man thought of his
Beloved or...
There every man thought of his
Beloved or his wife