Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Terrorist

Terrorist

Oglianulsia, vsio tikho, khvosta vrode net
Kolodets dvora, iama chiornogo khoda.
Zakolocheno. Chiort by pobral ehtot svet,
Lipnushchij sverkhu chukhonskim urodom.
Vykhod - gnilaia pozharnaia lestnitsa
Khrupkaia, svoloch', i okna vokrug.
Polzut ehtazhi tak ubijstvenno medlenno
Mimo drozhashchikh, isterzannykh ruk.
Chto pialish'sia, dura, ia ved' ne golyj!
Ia ne k tebe, ia ne babnik, ne vor!
Ia - terrorist! Ia - Ivan Pomidorov!
Khvatit trepat'sia, nash kozyr' - terror!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Gremit pod nogami dyriavaia krysha,
Nyriaiu v cherdachnyj udushlivyj mrak.
Poka vsio normal'no. Golubi, tishe!
Gad'te spokojno, ia vam ne vrag.
Vot on - tajnik, iz nego dulo chiornoe
Vytashchil, vyter, proveril zatvor
Tknul pulemiotom v steklo zakopchionnoe
V mordy kvartalov, gryzushchikh prostor.
Gul golosov snizu nervnoiu lapoiu
Sgriob suetu v rokovye tiski.
Skuchno vam, serye? Shchas ia nakapaiu
Pravdu na smirnye vashi mozgi.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Zamer narod pererezannyj boliami
Diornulsia, okhnul, raspalsia na vizg.
Moia psikhodelicheskaia kakofoniia
Vzorvala seredinu, pravo-levo, verkh-niz.
Zhrite besplatno, tsariochki prirody,
Mysli, idei, vsio to, chem ia zhil.
Rvite bezzubymi rtami svobodu,
Vonzivshuiusia vam mezhdu zhil.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Liudi opomnilis', oprokurorilis'
Vlezli na kryshu, - viazhi podletsa!
- Ia zh kholostymi, - kharkaia krov'iu,
On vyl na doprosakh, ele dysha.
- Radi liubvi k vam poshiol ia na muki,
Vy zhe sviatyni svoi rasteriali!
- Nechego, padla, narod balamutit'!
Vziali i vpravdu ego... Tra-ta-ta-ta!

Terrorist

Looked around, everything's quiet, no tail it seems
Courtyard well, a black doorway gapes.
Boarded up. Damn this whole world,
Clinging above like a Finnish monstrosity.
The way out - a rotten fire escape
Fragile, the bitch, and windows all around.
Floors crawl by so murderously slow
Past trembling, tormented hands.
What are you staring at, fool, I'm not naked!
I'm not after you, I'm not a womanizer, not a thief!
I'm a terrorist! I'm Ivan Pomidorov!
Enough chatter, our trump card is terror!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
A leaky roof rumbles under my feet,
I dive into the attic's stifling darkness.
So far, so good. Pigeons, be quiet!
Coo peacefully, I'm not your enemy.
There it is - the hiding place, a black muzzle sticking out
Pulled it out, wiped it, checked the bolt
Poked the machine gun into the smoky glass
Into the faces of neighborhoods gnawing at space.
The hum of voices below with a nervous paw
Scooped up the bustle into fateful claws.
Bored, are you, gray ones? Now I'll rain down
The truth onto your peaceful brains.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
The people froze, cut through with pain
Twitched, gasped, erupted into a scream.
My psychedelic cacophony
Exploded the middle, right-left, top-bottom.
Eat for free, queens of nature,
Thoughts, ideas, everything I lived by.
Tear with your toothless mouths at freedom,
Lodged between your veins.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
People came to their senses, turned prosecutor
Climbed onto the roof, - tie up the scoundrel!
- I used blanks, - spitting blood,
He howled during interrogations, barely breathing.
- For the love of you, I went through torment,
You've lost your shrines!
- Nonsense, you fool, confusing the people!
They took him and indeed... Tra-ta-ta-ta!