***Литературный перевод песни "Брат" группы "Шкловский" на английский***
My bro, he is a total mess.
You know how men can get obsessed
When they are smitten with a lady?
Somewhere in Maryino she lives.
He bangs his head, he groans and weeps,
Says “I’ll get better by the wedding”.
“Wedding”, what does he even mean?
The bride is nowhere to be seen,
Like a killer on vacation.
Or maybe she doesn’t care at all
About the one who tries to call
Through all the satellites and stations.
I welcome you, my brother hearty
To our eviscerated party
Of men abandoned by the fate.
Sit by the fire and look around:
Alexei will provide the rounds,
Ricardo gets you up to date.
Every conflict leaves its burns
But wrath and care help you learn
To patch yourself up nice and clean.
Tomorrow we depart at dusk
And burn her Maryino to dust,
Blow it to fucking smithereens!
But if you feel a throbbing ache
As if your heart is on a stake
Go visit her at morning light:
To sing the song of love's refrain
Before the deathmatch of men
Is every partisan's birthright.