Paroles et traduction Руки вверх! - Ataman

Ataman

Тихо светит луна.
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Там вдали за рекою,
По широкой тропе
Проскакали ковбои.
Трое резвых коней,
Три ножа, три нагана,
Трое смелых друзей,
Три лихих мальчугана.
Трое слезли с коней,
Сапоги потянули,
И в открытую дверь
Трое смело шагнули.
Тихо светит луна.
Там вдали за рекою,
За широким столом
Пировали ковбои.
Входит шайка парней -
Человек девятнадцать,
И ковбоям они
Предлагают убраться.
Первым встал атаман -
Захотел разобраться,
И тому, кто не прав,
Здесь придётся остаться.
Тихо светит луна.
Там вдали за рекою,
По широкой тропе
Проскакали ковбои.
Двое резвых коней,
Два ножа, два нагана,
Двое смелых друзей,
Только нет атамана...

Ataman (Chieftain)

The moon shines softly,
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There, beyond the river wide,
Along the broad path they ride,
Three cowboys, daring and free.
Three spirited steeds they ride,
Three knives and guns by their side,
Three friends, courageous and true,
Three young lads, a valiant crew.
They dismount, their journey done,
Boots off, they seek some fun,
And through the open door they stride,
Three figures bold, with nothing to hide.
The moon shines softly still,
There, beyond the river's chill,
At a wide table they convene,
The cowboys, feasting like kings and queens.
A gang of lads bursts in with might,
Nineteen strong, ready to fight,
And to the cowboys they proclaim,
"Leave this place, it's our domain!"
The chieftain rises, tall and proud,
To settle this dispute out loud,
And to the one who's in the wrong,
Here he won't belong for long.
The moon shines softly, casting its gleam,
There, beyond the river's stream,
Along the broad path they depart,
Two cowboys, with heavy hearts.
Two spirited steeds they ride,
Two knives and guns by their side,
Two friends, with sorrow untold,
Their chieftain lost, brave and bold...