Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Ya Zazheg v Tserkvakh vse Svechi

Ya Zazheg v Tserkvakh vse Svechi

Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi, no odnu - odnu ostavil,
Chtoby drug v osennij vecher da po mne ee postavil,
Chtoby dal'nyaya doroga mne koroche pokazalas',
Chtob dusha, vzdremnuv nemnogo, vnov' v Rossiyu sobiralas'.

Gde porvav k chertyam vse telo sberegla ee zhivoyu.
Dnem dralas' a noch'yu pela, ne davala ej pokoya.
Grela l'dom kormila nebom, zhizn' s ovchinu otrydalas'.
Tselovala spelym snegom i ognem laskat' pytalas'.

Otnyala lyubov' zemnuyu, podariv tosku i veru,
Razbavlyaya udaluyu zhizn' vesel'em bez mery.
Ni kola dvora ni deneg - tol'ko gorech' da trevogu,
Da zakat gde vse do feni, gde ni dveri, ni poroga

Ya zazheg v tserkvyah vse svechi, no odnu - odnu ostavil,
Chtoby drug v osennij vecher da po mne ee postavil,
Chtoby dal'nyaya doroga mne koroche pokazalas',
Chtob dusha, vzdremnuv nemnogo, snova k domu sobiralas'.

Otpustil popam grehi ya, chtob oni mne otmolili.
Vse chto mne druz'ya nalili - vse tebe, moya Rossiya!

I Have Lit All the Candles in the Churches

I have lit all the candles in the churches, but one - one I left,
So that a friend may place it for me on an autumn evening,
So that the long road may seem shorter to me,
So that my soul, having slumbered a little, may once again gather itself for Russia.

Having torn her earthly body to shreds, she preserved it alive.
By day she fought, and by night she sang, giving her no peace.
She warmed [her] with ice, fed [her] with the heavens, her life was parted with sheepskin.
She kissed [her] with ripened snow and tried to caress [her] with fire.

She took away earthly love, giving in return longing and faith,
Diluting a daring life with boundless revelry.
Neither land nor property nor money - only grief and anxiety,
And a sunset where everything is insignificant, where there is neither door nor threshold.

I have lit all the candles in the churches, but one - one I left,
So that a friend may place it for me on an autumn evening,
So that the long road may seem shorter to me,
So that my soul, having slumbered a little, may once again gather itself for home.

I have allowed the priests to forgive my sins, so that they may pray for me.
Everything that my friends have poured for me - all to you, my Russia!