Paroles et traduction ДДТ - Ya poluchil etu rol'

Ya poluchil etu rol'

Nas somnen'ya gryzut. Ya somneniyam etim ne rad.
Eta merzkaya tyazhest' v grudi razbivaet lyubov'.
A poka my sidim i stradaem, skulim u zahlopnutyh vrat,
Nas kolotit uzhe chem popalo, da v glaz ili v brov'.

Vot hitrejshie prosto davno polozhili na vse.
Nalepiv bystro myagkij mirok na privychnyh ih telu kostyah,
Lish' smeyutsya nad nami, pogryazshimi v glupyh strastyah.
Im davno naplevat' na lyuboe, tvoe i moe.

Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.
Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.

Voproshaem ottsov, no ne legche ot strojnyh rechej.
Ne sobrat' i chastichnyj otvet iz poderzhannyh fraz.
Ih tyazhelaya yunost' proshla vdaleke ot veschej,
Teh, kotorye tak perepolnili doverhu nas.

I kogda nam tak hochetsya gromko i dolgo krichat',
Vsya ogromnaya nasha rodnya umolyaet molchat'.
I chasten'ko, ne verya uzhe v odryahlevshih bogov,
Synov'ya propivayut nagrady primernyh ottsov.

V suete nastupaet sovsem odinokaya noch'.
Lezut mysli o tret'em kontse, i uzhe ne do sna.
No na sleduyuschij vecher privodim my tu, chto ne proch'.
I tihon'ko spolzaya s posteli otstupaet vojna.

Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.
Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.

Efemernoe schast'e, zapolnilo medom efir.
Slavim radost' bol'shogo truda, neponyatnogo smyslom svoim.
Slavim radost' pobed, po malejshemu povodu - pir.
I uzh luchshe ne dumat', chto zavtra nastanet za nim.

Bezrazlichnye grezy, proschayas' odna za drugoj,
Uletayut, navechno pokinuv esche odnogo.
On lezhit i gniet, chto-to zheltoe l'et izo rta.
Eto prosto neizraskhodovannaya slyuna.

Sladost' telo pitala, no skoro zakonchilsya srok.
On pod'ehal nezrimo k cherte, gde vse rvetsya za mig.
I v zastyvshih glazah, obraschennyh k nachalu dorog,
Zatverdel i ostalsya navek ne rodivshijsya krik.

Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.
Ya poluchil etu rol'. Mne vypal schastlivyj bilet.

I Got This Role

We're gnawed by doubts, I'm not happy with these doubts.
This vile heaviness in my chest shatters love.
And while we sit and suffer, whimpering at the slammed gates,
We're being beaten with whatever comes handy, right in the eye or brow.

The cunning ones have long since given up on everything.
Quickly sticking a soft world onto the bones of their familiar bodies,
They only laugh at us, drowning in stupid passions.
They haven't cared for a long time about anything, yours or mine.

I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.
I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.

We ask our fathers, but it's no easier with eloquent speeches.
We can't gather even a partial answer from worn-out phrases.
Their heavy youth passed far away from things,
Those that have overflowed us to the brim.

And when we so want to scream loudly and for a long time,
Our whole huge family begs us to be silent.
And often, no longer believing in flabby gods,
Sons squander the rewards of exemplary fathers.

In the hustle and bustle comes a completely lonely night.
Thoughts of a third end crawl in, and there's no time for sleep.
But the next evening we bring what we can't handle.
And quietly slipping out of bed, the war recedes.

I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.
I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.

Ephemeral happiness filled the air with honey.
We praise the joy of great labor, incomprehensible in its meaning.
We praise the joy of victories, for the smallest reason - a feast.
And it's better not to think about what tomorrow will bring after it.

Indifferent dreams, saying goodbye one after another,
Fly away, leaving another one forever.
He lies and groans, something yellow is flowing from his mouth.
It's just unused saliva.

Sweetness nourished the body, but the time soon ran out.
He invisibly approached the line where everything breaks in an instant.
And in the frozen eyes, turned to the beginning of the roads,
The unborn scream hardened and remained forever.

I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.
I got this role. I drew a lucky ticket.