Текст и перевод песни ДДТ - Zmey Petrov

Zmey Petrov

Rozhdennyj polzat' poluchil prikaz letat'.
"Kakoj letat', ia, brattsy, neba-to ne videl!"
"Chto za bazar? S gory vidnej! Ne rassuzhdat', iadrena mat'!
Chtob zavtra byli, Zmej Petrov, v letiashchem vide!"
Pripolz domoj, a tam rydaet vse rodnia.
"Rozhdennyj polzat', papa, on letat' ne mozhet."
"Akh ty shchenok, intelligent! Chto, otpevaete menia?
Sto gramm dlia khrabrosti primu, avos' pomozhet.
Est' ustanovka: vsem letat', vsem byt' orlami.
A tot, kto polzaet eshche - tot, gad, ne s nami.
Letat', naverno, ia liubliu, ne podkhodite - zakliuiu,
Nachal'nik vse mne ob'iasnil: ia - ptitsa, Vania."
S utra, ves' v per'iakh, Zmej Petrov polzet k gore,
Dva sanitara podtashchili k oblakam.
Nachal'stvo riadom v gosudarstvennoj nore.
Uzhom skrutilis' potrokha, tut sanitar sdavil boka,
A on kurnul i prokhripel: "Ujdi, ia sam!"
Uzhom skrutilis' potrokha, tut sanitar sdavil boka,
A on kurnul i prokhripel: "Ujdi..."
"Nu chto zh, param-pam-pam-param so vsemi vami!
Ehkh, mat'..." - pryzhok i poletel kuda-to vniz.
No vot za chto-to zatsepilsia i povis...
Mezh valunami oblakov popolz, gliadite, zmej Petrov,
I skrylsia gde-to gluboko pod nebesami.

Zmey Petrov (Snake Petrov)

Born to crawl, he received the order to fly.
"Fly? My dear, I've never even seen the sky!"
"Don't talk back! From the mountain, the view is clearer! No arguing, damn it!
Snake Petrov, tomorrow you better be airborne!"
He crawled home, where his whole family was weeping.
"Born to crawl, Papa can't fly."
"Oh, you little pups, intellectuals! Are you singing my funeral song already?
I'll have a hundred grams for courage, maybe that'll help.
There's an order: everyone must fly, everyone be eagles.
And whoever still crawls - that bastard is not with us.
I probably do love flying, don't come near - I'll bite,
The boss explained everything to me: I am a bird, Vanya."
In the morning, covered in feathers, Snake Petrov crawls to the mountain,
Two orderlies dragged him up to the clouds.
The authorities are nearby in their state burrow.
His guts twisted into a knot, the orderly squeezed his sides,
And he coughed and wheezed: "Get off, I'll do it myself!"
His guts twisted into a knot, the orderly squeezed his sides,
And he coughed and wheezed: "Get off..."
"Well then, param-pam-pam-param to all of you!
Eh, damn..." - a jump and he flew somewhere down.
But then he caught onto something and hung...
Between the boulders of clouds, look, Snake Petrov crawls,
And disappeared somewhere deep beneath the heavens.