Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj Vojny

Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj Vojny (Traducción)

Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj Vojny

When you stand by a hungry wallKogda ty stoish' u golodnoj steny,
When a noose shines in place of the sunKogda vmesto solntsa sverkaet petlya,
When you see night in your own eyesKogda ty uvidish' v glazah svoih noch',
When your hands are ready for perilKogda tvoi ruki gotovy k bede,
When birds are teething early in the springKogda rezhutsya ptitsy rannej vesnoj,
When a storm boils over the soulKogda nad dushoj vskipaet groza,
When untruth croaks of betrayalKogda o predatel'stve karkaet lozh',
And brakes screech of loveKogda o lyubvi vizzhat tormoza.

When those, in whom you believed, have gone far awayA te, v kogo veril, ushli daleko,
And their movements cannot be perceivedI dvizheniya ih ne vidny.
And at a dank and ungodly hour some wretched scumI v promozgluyu ran' podzabornaya dryan'
Engraves into your chestVyrezaet tebe na grudi
The premonition of a civil warPredchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.

When clouds are below the kneesKogda oblaka nizhe kolen,
When on the teeth are chunks of the tongueKogda na zubah kuski yazyka,
When the nation votes for bloodKogda natsional'nost' golosuet za krov',
When loneliness burns you down to a crispKogda odinochestvo vyzhzhet dotla,
When the word "faith" feels like a knifeKogda slovo "Vera" pohozhe na nozh,
When books and bells meltKogda plavyatsya knigi da kolokola,
When suicide is the most honorable thingKogda samoubijstvo chestnee vsego,
When instead of rhythm there is only anxious tremblingKogda vmesto ritma nervnaya drozh'.

And in a shining temple spirits of the saintsI v siyayuschem hrame liki svyatyh
Are telling you that the church is not youTebe govoryat, chto tserkov' - ne ty.
Why do you sing when instead of deathChto ty poesh' kogda u tebya
You have only obscene dreams?Vmesto smerti pohabnye sny.
The premonition of a civil warPredchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.

When black wind tears at the sailsKogda chernyj veter rvet parusa,
Light of projectors spits pain in the faceSvet v prozhektorah plyuetsya bol'yu v litso.
Revolution without victims is a worthless lieRevolyutsiya bez zhertv - nichtozhnaya lozh'.
Hear the bleating hearts of those who are fleasSlyshish', bleyut serdtsa u teh, kto vosh'.
When Nature bursts and boiling filthKogda lopnet priroda i kipyaschaya dryan'
Sets aflame the skies that are plummeting downZazhzhet nebesa, letyaschie vniz.
Anti-Utopia on a rusted horseA antiutopiya na rzhavom kone
Will hide the graves, tired of waitingSkroet mogily ustavshih zhdat'.

When the word "music" is…Kogda slovo muzyka eto...
When the word "music" is…Kogda slovo muzyka eto...
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