Текст и перевод песни Любэ - Ne Gubite, Muzhiki
Добавлять перевод могут только зарегистрированные пользователи.
Ne Gubite, Muzhiki
Don't Destroy, My Men
Za
derevnej,
u
reki,
Beyond
the
village,
by
the
river,
Rubiat
les
muzhiki.
The
men
are
chopping
down
the
forest.
I
tvoriat,
chto
khotiat,
They
do
as
they
please,
Tol'ko
shchepki
letiat.
Only
woodchips
fly.
Ne
zastudit
terema,
Winter
storms
won't
chill
the
house,
Nepogoda
zima,
The
harsh
winter
weather,
I
nikto
ne
vspomnit,
net,
And
no
one
will
remember,
no,
Kak?
pervotsvet.
The
first
spring
bloom.
Ne
gubite
muzhiki,
ne
gubite!
Don't
destroy,
my
men,
don't
destroy!
Ne
rubite
dereva,
ne
rubite!
Don't
chop
down
the
trees,
don't
chop
them
down!
Radi
gniozdyshka
gracha,
For
the
sake
of
a
rook's
nest,
Ne
rubite
sgoriacha!
Don't
cut
them
down
in
a
fit
of
rage!
Ne
rubite,
govoriu,
ne
rubite!
Don't
chop
them
down,
I
say,
don't
chop
them
down!
Byl
ia
molod
i
udal,
I
was
young
and
daring,
Dovelos',
povidal,
I've
seen
things,
I've
experienced,
Prokhudilos'
sto
rubakh,
Worn
out
a
hundred
shirts,
Vse
ne
v
zdeshnikh
kraiakh.
All
in
foreign
lands.
Ne
rubite
pervotsvet,
Don't
destroy
the
first
bloom,
Al'
khresta
na
vas
net!
Or
don't
you
bear
a
cross?
Mne
sebia
sovsem
ne
zhal',
I
don't
pity
myself
at
all,
Za
Rossiiu
pechal'.
I
grieve
for
Russia.
Pripev
(2
raza)
Chorus
(2
times)
Ne
gubite
muzhiki,
Don't
destroy,
my
men,
Ne
rubite
dereva!
Don't
chop
down
the
trees!
Za
derevnej,
u
reki
Beyond
the
village,
by
the
river
Rubiat
les,
muzhiki...
They're
chopping
down
the
forest,
the
men...
Оцените перевод
Оценивать перевод могут только зарегистрированные пользователи.
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.