Paroles et traduction ДДТ - Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoi Voiny

Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoi Voiny

Kogda ty stoish' u golodnoj steny,
Kogda vmesto solntsa sverkaet petlya,
Kogda ty uvidish' v glazah svoih noch',
Kogda tvoi ruki gotovy k bede,
Kogda rezhutsya ptitsy rannej vesnoj,
Kogda nad dushoj vskipaet groza,
Kogda o predatel'stve karkaet lozh',
Kogda o lyubvi vizzhat tormoza.

A te, v kogo veril, ushli daleko,
I dvizheniya ih ne vidny.
I v promozgluyu ran' podzabornaya dryan'
Vyrezaet tebe na grudi
Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.

Kogda oblaka nizhe kolen,
Kogda na zubah kuski yazyka,
Kogda natsional'nost' golosuet za krov',
Kogda odinochestvo vyzhzhet dotla,
Kogda slovo "Vera" pohozhe na nozh,
Kogda plavyatsya knigi da kolokola,
Kogda samoubijstvo chestnee vsego,
Kogda vmesto ritma nervnaya drozh'.

I v siyayuschem hrame liki svyatyh
Tebe govoryat, chto tserkov' - ne ty.
Chto ty poesh' kogda u tebya
Vmesto smerti pohabnye sny.
Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.

Kogda chernyj veter rvet parusa,
Svet v prozhektorah plyuetsya bol'yu v litso.
Revolyutsiya bez zhertv - nichtozhnaya lozh'.
Slyshish', bleyut serdtsa u teh, kto vosh'.
Kogda lopnet priroda i kipyaschaya dryan'
Zazhzhet nebesa, letyaschie vniz.
A antiutopiya na rzhavom kone
Skroet mogily ustavshih zhdat'.

Kogda slovo muzyka eto...
Kogda slovo muzyka eto...
Predchuvstvie!

Premonition of Civil War

When you're standing at a barren wall,
When instead of sun a noose sparkles,
When you will see a night in your eyes,
When your hands are ready for disaster,
When birds are being cut in early spring,
When a storm rages over your soul,
When a lie croaks about betrayal,
When brakes squeal about love.

And those you believed in have gone far,
And their movements are not visible.
And in dank morning squalor, undergrowth,
Carves you in the chest
Premonition of Civil War.

When the clouds are below the knees,
When there are pieces of tongue on your teeth,
When the nationality votes for blood,
When loneliness burns you to the ground,
When the word "Faith" is similar to a knife,
When books and bells melt,
When suicide is the most honest,
When instead of rhythm there is nervous trembling.

And in the shining temple, the faces of the saints
Tell you that the church is not you.
That you will eat when you have
Instead of death, vulgar dreams.
Premonition of Civil War.

When the black wind tears the sails,
The light in the searchlights spits pain in the face.
A revolution without victims is a worthless lie.
Do you hear the hearts of those in the trench beating?
When nature bursts and seething squalor
Ignites the heavens, flying down.
And anti-utopia on a rusty horse
Will hide the graves of those who are tired of waiting.

When the word music is...
When the word music is...
Premonition!