Текст и перевод песни Любэ - Skoro Dembel

Skoro Dembel

Skoro dembel'! Skoro dembel'!
Skoro dembel'! Skoro dembel'!

Skoro dembel', devchata-devchonochki,
Na poputke priedu domoj.
Ehkh, ia vas zatseluiu v storonochke,
I ne znaiu - v kogo ia takoj...

Kak ia budu vas kverkhu podbrasyvat',
Gromko-gromko o zhizni krichat',
A medaliami, medaliami pozviakivat',
I o proshlom mne naplevat'.

Pripev:

Da, ia ostanus' zhivoj!
Da, ia sumeiu projti!
Da, ia priedu domoj!

Da, ia ostanus' zhivoj!
Da, ia sumeiu projti!
Da, ia priedu domoj!

My tuda kolesili s potekhami,
Pesni peli, snimali kino.
A kogda my obratno ekhali,
Tol'ko molcha smotreli v okno...

Proigrysh.

Raskatis'-ka v ladoshke kartoshechka,
Chto-to pal'tsy ne chuvstvuiut bol'.
Ehkh, togda by, eshche by nemnozhechko
Do nachala komandy - "Ogon'"!

Pripev i proigrysh.

Bili nas spodtishka i po-chestnomu,
Bili snajpery tochno v visok.
I letela sud'ba neizvestnaia
Mimo kazhdogo naiskosok.

Lish' luna nam svetila privetlivo,
Da vetla nam byla po puti,
Lish' iz magnitofona kassetnogo
Pela devochka nam o liubvi.

Pripev i proigrysh.

Almost Discharged

Almost discharged! Almost discharged!
Almost discharged! Almost discharged!

Almost discharged, girls, little girls,
I'm coming home on a passing ride.
Oh, I'll kiss you all on the cheek,
And I don't even know who I'm like this for...

How I will toss you all up in the air,
Shout loudly about life,
And my medals, my medals will clink,
And I don't care about the past.

Chorus:

Yes, I will stay alive!
Yes, I will make it through!
Yes, I will come home!

Yes, I will stay alive!
Yes, I will make it through!
Yes, I will come home!

We drove there with fun and games,
Sang songs, filmed movies.
And when we were driving back,
We just silently looked out the window...

Instrumental Break.

Roll a potato in my palm,
My fingers don't feel the pain.
Oh, if only, just a little bit more
Until the command - "Fire!"

Chorus and Instrumental Break.

They hit us from behind and honorably,
Snipers shot right in the head.
And an unknown fate flew
Past each one of us by a hair.

Only the moon shone kindly on us,
And the wind was gentle on our way,
Only from the cassette tape player
A girl sang to us about love.

Chorus and Instrumental Break.