Paroles et traduction ДДТ - Khippany

Khippany

U nas v derevne byli tozhe khippany,
No vsekh - uvy! - uzhe davno pozabirali,
I ia odin, zaplaty stavia na trusy,
Pytaius' vstat', da chto-to nozhki otkazali.
Da, ia poslednij iz kolkhoznykh mogikan,
Lezhu i plachu, vspominaia vsiu sistemu,
Kak na stritu taskali druzhno na stakan,
Kak najtovali my s gerloj po klichke Eh-eh-ehmma!

Je-e-e, Pink Flojd!
Je-e-e, Pink Flojd!
Je-e-e, kajf!
Je-e-e, shuzy!

Vchera zabil ia svoj edinstvennyj kosiak,
Vchera tashchilsia ia poslednij raz na kajfe.
Segodnia, vypiv kruzhku chaiu natoshchak,
Ne smog predstavit', chto fuziu na overdrajve.
Da, delat' nechego, vylaziat volosa,
Pridiotsia zavtra mne pakhat' na proviant,
Poka zhe slushaiu, kak voet ehmigrant,
Kakaia tam u nikh, v Amerike, toska...

Je-e-e..., Pink Flojd!
Je-e-e..., na flehjt!
Je-e-e..., tusovka!
Je-e-e...

U nas v kommune byl Vasilij osnovnoj,
On tikhij uzhas navodil na vsio selo,
Akh, Vasia, Vasia, pochemu ty ne so mnoj?
Ne bili b panki mne po morde ni za chto!
Gde otyskat' mne vashi tertye sledy?
Propali vse, i net nich'ikh koordinat.
A mozhet stopom mne poekhat' v Leningrad,
A tam najdu khot' odnogo vozle Nevy.

Khippany, khippany, khippany, khippany. Pink Flojd!
Khippany, khippany, khippany.
Khippany, khippany, khippany. O gde vy?!
Khippany, khippany, khippany. Vermut!
Khippany, khippany, khippany, khippany...

Hippies

There were hippies in our village too,
But all - alas! - have been jailed long ago,
And I'm alone, putting patches on my pants,
Trying to get up, but my legs have given out.
Yes, I am the last of the collective farm Mohicans,
I lie and cry, remembering the whole system,
How we used to beg for drinks together in town,
How we spent nights with a clock named Eh-eh-ehmma!

Ye-e-e, Pink Floyd!
Ye-e-e, Pink Floyd!
Ye-e-e, high!
Ye-e-e, shoes!

Yesterday I smoked my last joint,
Yesterday I got high for the last time.
Today, after drinking a cup of tea on an empty stomach,
I couldn't imagine what a fuzz was on overdrive.
Yes, there's nothing to do, my hair is falling out,
Tomorrow I'll have to plow for food,
For now I'm listening like a howling emigrant,
About how they live in America, in anguish...

Ye-e-e..., Pink Floyd!
Ye-e-e..., on the flute!
Ye-e-e..., party!
Ye-e-e...

In our commune, Vasily was the main man,
He struck a silent horror into the whole village,
Oh, Vasya, Vasya, why aren't you with me?
The punks wouldn't have hit me in the face for nothing!
Where can I find your third tracks?
All are gone, and there are no coordinates.
Maybe I should hitchhike to Leningrad,
And there I'll find at least one near the Neva.

Hippies, hippies, hippies, hippies. Pink Floyd!
Hippies, hippies, hippies.
Hippies, hippies, hippies. Where are you?!
Hippies, hippies, hippies, hippies. Vermouth!
Hippies, hippies, hippies, hippies...