Vysotsky's Lyrics: Translation by Rifkat Arslanov
My boat propeller smashed belly of dolphin...
My gypsy song
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My gypsy song
Russian title: Moya cyganskaya
Dreaming I see yellow lights
Hoarsely scream while dreaming
Give me time, oh give me time
Morning will be easy
But the morning was also hard
My party have been over
So I am smoking on empty gut
Or drinking in hangover
I saw the pub-a lot of fun
And many sexy women
This place is heaven for drunkard
But for me it's prison
In holy church was dusk and stunk
Priest burned incensed honey
No, even church was wrong, I think
Nothing there was holy
I saw wild field along the stream
That God forgot forever
Blue bells were only in clear field
And road that led somewhere
Dark ancient forest by this road
With evil witches orgies
And at the end of that scary road
Were guillotine and axes
So loosing breath I climbed on hill
To save myself from horror
I saw red alder on the top of hill
But at the foot-black cherry
If even ivy twined hills slope
I might be happy see it
Or, if there was only something else
But nothing pleased my spirit
So, I am dreaming on empty gut
Or drinking in hangover
Yes, something wrong along the road
But at the end nightmare
Neither church nor even pub
Non of them is right way
Nor my friends, oh nor my friends
All are wrong, friends, I can say
Hey one, another one,
And many, many, many, many ones
Another one and other ones
All are wrong, I can say.
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My boat propeller smashed belly of dolphin...
Russian title: Parus
My boat propeller smashed belly of dolphin, oh f***!
No one expected the foully stab in his back
Enemy's shooting; boat heavily damaged and burns
Faster, be faster on this steep turn
Be wary! The sail has been torn up, be wary!
I am sorry, sorry, sorry
Even in battle you may avoid deadly step
Is it a trouble, if you today upset?
Hinges of hinged door sometimes crunch like old screw
Why are you here? Who welcomed you?
Viva and Viva! To them who are singing in dream
All parts of dreamland could sink and be covered by sea
Flourishing countries could be reduced to the dusk
Only this horror avoid please all us
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