Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Rodina

Rodina

Bozhe, skol'ko let ya idu, no ne sdelal i shag.
Bozhe, skol'ko dnej ya ischu to, chto vechno so mnoj,
Skol'ko let ya zhuyu vmesto hleba syruyu lyubov',
Skol'ko zhizni v visok mne plyuet
Voronenym stvolom dolgozhdannaya da-a-al'!

Chernye fary u sosednih vorot,
Lyuki, naruchniki, porvannyj rot.
Skol'ko raz, pokativshis', moya golova
S perepolnennoj plahi letela syuda, gde

Rodina.
Edu ya na rodinu,
Pust' krichat -- urodina,
A ona nam nravitsya,
Hot' i ne krasavitsa,
K svolochi doverchiva,
Nu, a k nam -- tra-lya-lya -lya...

Bozhe,
Skol'ko pravdy v glazah gosudarstvennyh shlyuh!
Bozhe,
Skol'ko very v rukah otstavnyh palachej!
Ty ne daj im opyat' zakatat' rukava,
Ty ne daj im opyat' zakatat' rukava
Suetlivyh nochej.

Chernye fary u sosednih vorot,
Lyuki, naruchniki, porvannyj rot.
Skol'ko raz, pokativshis', moya golova
S perepolnennoj plahi letela syuda, gde

Rodina. Edu ya na rodinu,
Pust' krichat -- urodina,
A ona nam nravitsya,
Spyaschaya krasavitsa,
K svolochi doverchiva,
Nu, a k nam -- ...

Iz-pod chernyh rubah rvetsya krasnyj petuh,
Iz-pod dobryh tsarej l'etsya v rty marmelad.
Nikogda etot mir ne vmeschal v sebe dvuh --
Byl nam bogom otets, nu a chertom --

Rodina. Edu ya na rodinu,
Pust' krichat -- urodina,
A ona nam nravitsya,
Spyaschaya krasavitsa,
K svolochi doverchiva,
Nu, a k nam -- ...

Motherland

Oh God, how many years I've been walking, yet I haven't taken a step.
Oh God, how many days I've been looking for what is eternally with me,
How many years have I eaten raw love instead of bread,
How much life spits at me from above
With a ravenous barrel longed-for da-a-aal'!

Black headlights at the neighboring gate,
Hatches, handcuffs, torn mouth.
How many times, tumbling, my head
Flew here from an overflowing scaffold, where

Motherland.
I'm going to my Motherland.
Let them shout -- freak,
And she is pleasing to us,
Though not a beauty,
Trusting in villains,
But to us -- tra-la-la -la...

Oh God,
How much truth in the eyes of state whores!
Oh God,
How much faith in the hands of retired executioners!
Don't let them roll their sleeves up anymore,
Don't let them roll their sleeves up again
Of restless nights.

Black headlights at the neighboring gate,
Hatches, handcuffs, torn mouth.
How many times, tumbling, my head
Flew here from an overflowing scaffold, where

Motherland. I'm going to my Motherland,
Let them shout -- freak,
And she is pleasing to us,
Sleeping beauty,
Trusting in villains,
But to us -- ...

From under black fur a red rooster bursts,
From under kind tsars, marmalade pours into lips.
This world has never contained two --
Our father was our god, but our devil --

Motherland. I'm going to my Motherland,
Let them shout -- freak,
And she is pleasing to us,
Sleeping beauty,
Trusting in villains,
But to us -- ...