ДДТ - Разговор на войне (текст con traducción del ruso al español)

[DDT - Una Charla En La Guerra]

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_Pronunciación_
*Razgovór Na Vaynié*

Nas nim vadú vayná svilá
Aná druzéy ni spíshet
Iá büíl guiróy rval udilá
On büíl namnóga tíshe.
Süiróie niéba zhok dzakát
Smiérts riádam shtóta iéla
Maiá dushá rvalás fnabát
Ievó tijónka piéla.
Maiá dushá rvalás fnabát
Ievó tijónka piéla.

Müí büíli ráznüie vavsióm
Tsitáta: liód da plámin.
Shmilióm kipiél iá pad agnióm
A on cherniél kak kámin.
Malchál y tólka inagdá
Kagdá iá naizháiu
Brasálmnie: párien ierundá!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
On atvichál: fsió ierundá!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.

Uvazháiet!

Sidím garáj vakrúk dzimá
Jripít fgrizí pijóta.
Nam kákta büíla ni dasná
Y tóshna at chivóta.
Y razgavór müí pavilí
Chas zlóbnava dzatíshia
Kudá nas chiérti dzavilí
Kantsié vrimión bratíshka?
Kudá nas biésüi dzavilí
Kantsié vrimión bratíshka?

Iemú krichál iá: pasmatrí
Na éti súchi rózhi.
Im fsió da fanariá garí
Stranáf pridáchu tózhe.
Nas dzávtra snóva pradadút
Paidióm na urazhái.
A on vatviét: bros balamút!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
A on vatviét: bros balamút!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.

Uvazháiet!

Fsió pa nuliám uzhé vidná
Düirá balshóva sráma.
Zhiviót padáchkami straná
Pradávsheva fsió jáma.
Ij libirálnüie dzadüí
Dastáli náshi flágui:
Ni bab ni vódki ni yidüí
Lish tómnüie avrágui.
Ni diéf ni vódki ni yidüí
Lish miórtvüie avrágui.

Ia slof uzhé ni najazhú
Y sílna razdrazháiet
Miniá ievó: tsirpí bratók!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
Na koy takóy Gaspóts namvsiém?
Kdié sviétlüie darógui?
Tut atarvál nas at prabliém
Tizhólüi krik trivógui.
Tut atarvál nas at prabliém
Tizhólüi krik trivógui.

Trivóga!

Achnúlis snim apiáts dvaióm
Müif biélai midsanchásti
Iá pómniu lish dviérnoi praióm
Kak nas rválo na chásti.
On dólga mólcha umirál
Sashól kak sniék saliéi…
Iá shtóta pónial on ni vral
No raskazáts ni smíiu.
Iá shtóta pónial on ni vral
No raskazáts ni smíiu.

Stiéj por kagdá niét na glatók
Y sílna abizháiut
Iá gavariú: ni süí bratók!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
Iá gavariú: dierzhís bratók!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
Iá gavariú: prabiómsa brat!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.
Iá gavariú: müí pabidím!
Gaspóts nas uvazháiet.

_Lyrics translated in English_
*War Talk*

The war has brought us both in hell,
friends will not be exempted from it.
I was an enraged hero,
and he was much quieter.
Damp sky was burned by the sunset.
Death was eating something nearby.
My soul was freaking out,
and his was singing quietly.
My soul was freaking out,
and his was singing quietly.

We were different in every way,
I quote: “just like ice and flame”.
In fire, I boiled like a bumblebee,
and he turned black as a stone.
He kept silent, and only sometimes
when I ran into him,
He'd say to me: "it's okay, buddy!
The Lord respects us."
He'd reply: "It's okay!
The Lord respects us."

He respects!

We settled in the mountains,
winter is all around us.
Infantry wheezed in the dirt.
We couldn't go to sleep,
and felt disgusted for some reason.
We started up a talk
in hours of evil calm.
Where the hell have they brought us, bro?
At the end of times?
Where have these demons brought us, bro?
At the end of times?

I screamed at him: "Just take a look
at those bitch faces.
They don't give a damn, we burn,
and the country does too!
They'll sell us out again tomorrow!
Let's go to the harvest."
And he replies: "stop it, rebellious,
The Lord respects us."
And he replies: "stop it, rebellious,
The Lord respects us."

He Respects!

Everything is useless, It’s so obvious
the hole of the big shame.
The country lives on handouts
because of a boor who sold it all.
Their liberal asses
looted our flags:
No women, no vodka, no food,
only dark ravines.
No maids, no meaning, no food,
only dead ravines.

I cannot even find the words anymore,
I'm so annoyed
by his "hang in there, bro!
The Lord respects us."
Why would we need such a Lord?
Where is our bright future?
And suddenly, we got interrupted from trouble
by a heavy alarm cry.
And suddenly, we got interrupted from trouble
by a heavy alarm cry.

Alarm!

We woke up, again the both of us
in a white medical unit.
I only remember the doorway
how we were getting torn apart.
He was dying slowly and quietly,
Melting away just like snow on an alley.
I understood something, he wasn't lying,
but I dare not to say it.
I understood something, he wasn't lying,
but I dare not to express it.

Since then, whenever I’ve got nothing to drink,
And I'm grievously mistreated,
I say: "Don't worry, bro!
The Lord respects us".
I say: "Hang in there, bro!
The Lord respects us".
I say: "We'll make it, bro!
The Lord respects us".
I say "we'll win!
The Lord respects us".

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