Текст и перевод песни Любэ - Pomiluy, Gospodi, nas greshnyh

Pomiluy, Gospodi, nas greshnyh

Svet luny, blesk volny,
I proshchal'nyj vzgliad
Liubimykh glaz,
Vsio ehto bylo mnogo raz.

Govoriat dlia rebiat
Dlia tekh, s morem kto
Sud'bu sviazal:
"Ne strashen i deviatyj val"

No vidno v more ne byval,
Kto tak skazal,
Ia-b ne skazal...

Pripev:

Kogda minuty rokovye nastaiut,
I volny chiornye do neba dostaiut,
V nedobryj chas,
V nedobryj chas.

My povtoriaem, kak vse liudi na Rusi:
"Pomiluj, Gospodi, nas greshnykh i spasi."
V kotoryj raz,
V kotoryj raz.

Shtorm reviot, no vperiod
My dolzhny skvoz' ad,
Gresti, gresti!
Gresti, chtob zhizn' svoiu spasti.

Kazhdyj raz, v ehtot chas,
My reshaem: "Byt' ili ne byt'?"
I nado k beregu nam plyt'.
I obiazatel'no doplyt', chtob dal'she zhit'.

Pripev.

Pomiluj, Gospodi, nas greshnykh i spasi,
I esli mozhno, ehtu chashu pronesi,
Ne mimo nas,
V kotoryj raz.

Have Mercy, Lord, on Us Sinners

Moonlight, waves' gleam,
And a farewell glance
From beloved eyes,
All this has happened many times.

They say for the lads,
For those who with the sea
Their fate have tied:
"Even the ninth wave isn't scary"

But it's clear, he's never been at sea,
The one who said that,
I wouldn't say so...

Chorus:

When fateful minutes arrive,
And black waves reach the sky,
In an unkind hour,
In an unkind hour.

We repeat, like all people in Rus':
"Have mercy, Lord, on us sinners and save us."
For the umpteenth time,
For the umpteenth time.

The storm roars, but forward
We must, through hell,
Row, row!
Row to save our lives.

Every time, in this hour,
We decide: "To be or not to be?"
And we must swim to the shore.
And we must reach it, to live on.

Chorus.

Have mercy, Lord, on us sinners and save us,
And if possible, take this cup away,
Not past us,
For the umpteenth time.