Текст и перевод песни Gogol Bordello - Santa Marinella

Santa Marinella

Questa storia, ha un′unica morale,
Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, i paranormale
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O solnce Santa Marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu,
Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-rarara
V posolstvah S-SH-A otkaz
Tam nedaleko ot Rima
Est gorod Palestrina.
Zvezda pereferii, vsa v maslinah, stala nasha malina.
O mama Palestrina, vstrechayte pyanih pilligrimov,
Bez prava na viyezd, bez vizi na vdoh, bez vizi na vidoh.
Ya vzmolilsa " Che cazzo! Io porca Madonna!
Gde tletvorniy podyezd, ili etot otyezd delo musora provod.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! porca Madonna.
Mi oblika Russo amorale
Vseh v raspizdu-to mi ne zamarali
Da uno da due
Da uno da stronzo puttana
Na Americana (bazar takoi v Rime) vse.otstoyali (uno Mille Lire)
Poeti, yuristi, mediki - vse farzoi stali.
Hohlomu-samovari (redkost-tovari) vse fuflo tolkali (krutiye navari).
No drug pered drugom vsezh svoi otiezd opravdali:
Ya na Piazza Navona,
Sidel, rastagival shkavarku,
Nu, konechno, flirtoval,
No i semye pomogal
A ya na rimskoi mostovoi ya lezhal, zdal, bivoi?, oi-oi-oi,
Ya tak prosil pit, a tut eshe etot Papa (rimskiy)
Ya s detstva ego hotel zamochit
O kanoneri, ya vam dokazival ne raz,
Chto muzikantu vo vrema keifa
Smotret nuzhno pramo v glaz
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Porca Madonna.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
Mi oblika Russo amorale
Vseh v raspizdu-to mi ne zamarali
Da uno da due
Da uno paranormale.
(Sono emigranto)
Da uno da due
Da uno stronzo merdoso
Da uno da due
Da uno porca puttana
(Spoken): Prekranaya nas ()
I ih-to mudohat, Zamudohal-mudohal la-la-la
A solnce Santa Marinelli
Vgrizalos nam v capillari.
A nasha nadezhda spolzala po stenam, muh ne otgonaya,
No vot kak-to odnazhdi, ne znayu, uzh, kak,
Prishlo I nam dobro iz-za okeana,
I togda, na rashodnak:
(Tarantella)
I togda na rashodnak!

Santa Marinella

This story has only one moral,
Everything is in a maniacal and paranormal mess.
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Oh sun of Santa Marinella, worn out by you,
I've received more than once, tai-da-rarara
A refusal at the US embassies
Not far from Rome
There is a town called Palestrina.
A star of the periphery, all in olives, became our raspberry.
Oh mama Palestrina, meet the drunken pilgrims,
Without the right to leave, without a visa to breathe in, without a visa to breathe out.
I cried out "Che cazzo! Io porca Madonna!
Where is the decaying entrance, or this departure is a matter of garbage disposal.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! porca Madonna.
We are immoral Russo faces
We didn't bother everyone in the mess
From one to two
From one to asshole whore
At Americana (such a bazaar in Rome) everyone stood up (one thousand lire)
Poets, lawyers, doctors - all became farzoi (clowns).
Hohlomu-samovars (rare goods) all pushed fuflo (cool profits).
But they all justified their departure to each other:
I'm on Piazza Navona,
I was sitting, chewing on bacon,
Well, of course, I was flirting,
But I also helped the family
And I was lying on the Roman pavement, I surrendered, former?, oh-oh-oh,
I was so thirsty, and then this Pope (Roman)
I wanted to soak him since childhood
Oh gunners, I have proved to you more than once,
That a musician during a high
You need to look straight in the eye
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Porca Madonna.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
We are immoral Russo faces
We didn't bother everyone in the mess
From one to two
From one paranormal.
(Sono emigranto)
From one to two
From one shitty asshole
From one to two
From one damn whore
(Spoken): Interrupting us ()
And they are also mudohat, Zamudohal-mudohal la-la-la
And the sun of Santa Marinella
It bit into our capillaries.
And our hope crawled along the walls, not driving away flies,
But somehow once, I don't know how,
Good came to us from overseas,
And then, on the expense:
(Tarantella)
And then on the expense!