Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Pravda na Pravdu

Pravda na Pravdu

Strana shvyriala ehtoj noch'iu mutnoj svoloch'iu.
I razmeniav dobro na zlo, kak den'gi starye na novye,
Rvanula asfal't, kogda on na shcheke, kak vodka s gorech'iu,
I okna, okna byli pervye gotovye.

I zlo na zalivnom kone vzmakhnulo shashkoiu.
Dobro, ono vsegda bez kulakov, triaslo kul'tiashkami.
Pytalas' zhalost' ubedit', pomoch' opomnit'sia,
No vsio bystree i tochnej letela konnitsa.

Aplodismenty. Na manezh pod zvezdnym kupolom
Povypuskala noch' zverej i zamiaukala,
I zaalekala, vspotela, vmig sostarilas',
I poblednela, i strukhnula, i zatarilas'
Chem bog poslal, a chert, a chert, a chert podsunul im,
A on ved' staryj teatral, kha-kha, on liubit grim.
Tela vdrug stali vse ogromnye da polye,
I p'ianitsa sapozhnik - pamiat' nam ostavil plenki golymi.

Pripev:
Pravda na pravdu,
Vera na ikonu,
A zemlia da na tsvety,
Ehto ia da ehto ty.

Strana shvyriala ehtoj, ehtoj noch'iu svoloch'iu.
Zakat, kogda on na shcheke kak vodka s gorech'iu.
Strakh pokryval vse matom, budto potom, strakh brel po gorodu.
Nochnoe nebo bylo dotom, ono eshche napominalo ch'iu-to borodu...

Provintsiia zevala, grustno nervno v televizory.
A kto-to prosto shel domoj i el iaichnitsu,
Dyshali trupy tikho, merno pod skal'pelem provizora,
A kto-to v zerkale vertel uzhe svoeiu lichnost'iu.

Stranu rvalo, ona sognuvshis' popolam iskala pomoshchi,
A pomoshch' tankov po lotkam davila ovoshchi.
Aplodismenty, bis, vezde revelo zrelishche,
Strelialo pravo po bede - uvidish' gde eshche?

Strana rydala zhirnoj pravdoj, tak i ne poniav istiny.
Reanimatsiia vizzhala, vyla baboj, poslednej pristan'iu.
Pensionery s palkami rubilis' v gorodki s militsiej,
A reportery, s galkami, ikh ugoshchali blitsami.

Sud'ba pila, krestias', i bliadovala s magami,
Breli bezzubye starukhi da s zubami flagami.
Da, povar golod podmeshal im v zhidkij sup dovol'no porokhu,
Geroi kryli tut i tam ognem po shorokhu.

I spravedlivost' dumala zaniat' ch'iu-libo storonu,
Potom reshila, kak vsegda, pust' budet smerti porovnu.
Da pogibali ehti okna, ehti kryshi pervymi.
Vse puli byli zdes' ravny vse mysli vernymi.

Aplodismenty, bis, vezde revelo zrelishche.
Strelialo pravo po bede - uvidish' gde eshche.

I lish' v grimerke tserkvi pustota, v tishi da v ladane,
Gde vysota da prostota, gde barrikady ada net.
Ona gorela v vyshine, bez dyma plameni.
Ia na koleni tozhe vstal, kosnuvshis' ehtogo edinstvennogo znameni.

Pripev:

Strana shvyriala proshloj noch'iu mutnoj svoloch'iu.
Strana skrebla lopatoj utrom po krovi pokrytoj ineem.
Da po utram vsia griaz', vse luzhi otrazhaiut sinee.
Asfal't kogda on na shcheke, kak vodka s gorech'iu.

Na pamiat' foto piramid s pustymi oknami-glaznitsami,
Aplodismenty, chudnyj vid, s listom klenovym da s sinitsami.
A budushchee, chto tol'ko rodilos', bezzvuchno plakalo,
A vremia tikalo sebe, a serdtse takalo.
I:
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Eshche!
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Truth on Truth

The country threw up a muddy bastard this night.
And exchanging good for evil, like old money for new,
It tore up the asphalt, when it, like vodka with bitterness, on the cheek,
And the windows, the windows were the first ones ready.

And evil on a flooded horse swung its saber.
Good, it is always without fists, it shook its stumps.
Pity tried to convince, to help remember,
But the cavalry flew faster and more precisely.

Applause. The night released the beasts into the arena under the starry dome
And meowed,
And shrieked, sweated, instantly aged,
And turned pale, and collapsed, and jammed
With what God sent, and the devil, the devil, the devil slipped them,
And he is an old theater, ha-ha, he loves makeup.
The bodies suddenly became huge and half-field,
And the drunkard shoemaker - the memory left us films naked.

Chorus:
Truth on truth,
Faith on the icon,
And the earth on the flowers,
It's me and it's you.

The country threw up this, this night with a bastard.
Sunset, when it is on the cheek like vodka with bitterness.
Fear covered everything with a mat, as if then, fear wandered around the city.
The night sky was a dowry, it still resembled someone's beard...

The province yawned, sadly nervously into the TVs.
And someone just walked home and ate scrambled eggs,
The corpses breathed quietly, measuredly under the scalpel of the provisor,
And someone in the mirror was already twisting their personality.

The country vomited, bending in half, looking for help,
And the help of tanks crushed vegetables in the stalls.
Applause, encore, the spectacle roared everywhere,
It shot straight at trouble - where else will you see?

The country cried with fat truth, never understanding the truth.
Resuscitation screeched, howled like a woman, the last refuge.
Pensioners with sticks fought in towns with the police,
And reporters, with jackdaws, treated them with flashes.

Fate drank, crossed herself, and whored with magicians,
Toothless old women wandered with flags in their teeth.
Yes, the hungry cook mixed enough gunpowder into their liquid soup,
The heroes covered here and there with fire on the rustle.

And justice thought to take someone's side,
Then she decided, as always, let there be an equal amount of death.
Yes, these windows, these roofs were the first to die.
All bullets were equal here, all thoughts were true.

Applause, encore, the spectacle roared everywhere.
It shot straight at trouble - where else will you see.

And only in the church dressing room there is emptiness, in silence and incense,
Where there is height and simplicity, where there are no barricades of hell.
It burned in the heights, without smoke and flame.
I, too, fell to my knees, touching this only banner.

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The country threw up a muddy bastard last night.
The country scraped the shovel in the morning on the blood-covered frost.
Yes, in the mornings all the dirt, all the puddles reflect blue.
Asphalt when it is on the cheek, like vodka with bitterness.

In memory of a photo of pyramids with empty eye socket windows,
Applause, a wonderful view, with a maple leaf and titmice.
And the future, which was just born, cried silently,
And time ticked to itself, and the heart beat.
And:
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More!
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