Paroles et traduction Любэ - Ne Gubite, Muzhiki

Ne Gubite, Muzhiki

Za derevnej, u reki,
Rubiat les muzhiki.
I tvoriat, chto khotiat,
Tol'ko shchepki letiat.
Ne zastudit terema,
Nepogoda zima,
I nikto ne vspomnit, net,
Kak? pervotsvet.
Pripev:
Ne gubite muzhiki, ne gubite!
Ne rubite dereva, ne rubite!
Radi gniozdyshka gracha,
Ne rubite sgoriacha!
Ne rubite, govoriu, ne rubite!
Byl ia molod i udal,
Dovelos', povidal,
Prokhudilos' sto rubakh,
Vse ne v zdeshnikh kraiakh.
Ne rubite pervotsvet,
Al' khresta na vas net!
Mne sebia sovsem ne zhal',
Za Rossiiu pechal'.
Pripev (2 raza)
Ne gubite muzhiki,
Ne rubite dereva!
Za derevnej, u reki
Rubiat les, muzhiki...

Don't Destroy, My Men

Beyond the village, by the river,
The men are chopping down the forest.
They do as they please,
Only woodchips fly.
Winter storms won't chill the house,
The harsh winter weather,
And no one will remember, no,
The first spring bloom.
Chorus:
Don't destroy, my men, don't destroy!
Don't chop down the trees, don't chop them down!
For the sake of a rook's nest,
Don't cut them down in a fit of rage!
Don't chop them down, I say, don't chop them down!
I was young and daring,
I've seen things, I've experienced,
Worn out a hundred shirts,
All in foreign lands.
Don't destroy the first bloom,
Or don't you bear a cross?
I don't pity myself at all,
I grieve for Russia.
Chorus (2 times)
Don't destroy, my men,
Don't chop down the trees!
Beyond the village, by the river
They're chopping down the forest, the men...