Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Mertvyi Gorod. Rozhdestvo

Mertvyi Gorod. Rozhdestvo

Ne najti mne otveta
Tam gde puli vopros,
Gde kazhdyj shag-santimetr,
Vremya - pyat' papiros.
Mertvyj gorod horonit
Svoi golosa.
Poteryalis' i brodyat
Mezhdu sten nebesa.

Rozhdestvo nastupilo,
V podvale temno.
Skol'ko dush pogubilo
Naprotiv okno?
Ya zabyl, chto v prirode
Esche chto-to est'.
Shestogo prinyali rody
Bez shesti minut shest'.

Pripev: A nautro vypal sneg
Posle dolgogo ognya
Etot sneg ubil menya
Pogasil korotkij vek
Ya nabral ego v ladon'
Splyunul (v) belyj gryaz' i pyl'
To li nebyl', to li byl',
To li vechnost', to li von'...

Etot gorod razbilsya,
No ne stal krestom,
Pavshij gorod napilsya
Zhizni pered postom.
Zdes' kontuzhennye zvezdy
Novyj zhdut Vifleem,
Na pelenke berezy
Ruki nogi ne vsem.

S rozhdestvom vas, zhelezo,
Povyazki ventsom.
Medsestra Mat' Tereza
S simpatichnym litsom.
Proshloj noch'yu, kak shoroh,
Vspominalis' dni:
Kak Vy zadernuli shtory,
Kak Vy byli odni.

Pripev.

Ne najti mne otveta
Tam gde puli vopros,
Gde kazhdyj shag-santimetr,
Vremya- pyat' papiros.
Mertvyj gorod s pustymi
Glazami so mnoj.
Ya strelyal holostymi,
Ya vchera byl zhivoj...

Dead City. Christmas

I cannot find an answer
Where a bullet poses a question,
Where every step is a centimeter,
And time is just five cigarettes.
The dead city buries
Its own echoes.
It has lost its way and wanders
Between walls of the sky.

Christmas has arrived,
And it is dark in the basement.
How many souls have perished
In the window across?
I forgot that there is something else left
Out in the wilderness.
On the sixth, they celebrated the birth
At six minutes to six.

Chorus: And the next morning snow fell
After long flames
This snow killed me
It snuffed out my short life
I cupped some in my hand
And spat it out as white dirt and dust
I may not have existed, or I may have
I may have been forever, or I may have been nothing...

This city is destroyed,
But it has not become a cross,
The fallen city has drunk
Of life before Lent.
Here, wounded stars
Are waiting for a new Bethlehem,
On a shroud of birch trees
Not everyone has arms and legs.

Merry Christmas, oh iron,
Tourniquets for crowns.
Mother Teresa the nurse
With a pretty face.
Last night, like a rustle,
We remembered the past:
How you closed the curtains,
How you were alone.

Chorus.

I cannot find an answer
Where a bullet poses a question,
Where every step is a centimeter,
And time is five cigarettes.
The Dead City with empty
Eyes with me.
I fired blanks,
Yesterday I was alive...