Перевод песни Янка Дягилева - На дороге пятак

It is nickle on road, and my hands twitched up
Someone spited in the sand, someone pitched the ball
To collect for myself, all collect for myself
And do it in such manner which is good for all

To make node, and join  war - it is also nice,
If i caught on the flight i will bear to porch,
To nobody will give, and will bury at home,
Put a memories in heart, put a stone on top.

Carousel was bombed, someone cutted your wings,
All news are bull shit,  and the war begins,
But to mourn is not burn, its just to be sad,
To kill, burry and cry..And next day to forget!

He Ran gasped, faltered, fell.
Saw the white snow through the concrete wall.
Miracles, as the devil roamed the forests.
Out of hands all throw, Yes throw to the door.

And all floors and all corners by tongues were swept,
Not undressed, not depressed he came and fall asleep,
Dear, i realize  where now you will go -
- In the morning to lousy, lousy hell

All is lie, blood from goose... Thats what i think,
We cant make here peace, we cant sing, we cant drink,
Any crosses and hearts, all is evil he said
Need to kill and to bury, to cry and forget!

Rain pours the idea, which i have them told.
Blurs the track and now it looks so sold,
In the dark all in one, all is one - to one,
Looks good on other person, which is able to run,

All to face to scourdel, like my father i see,
Don't tell me, dad, and everything will be
A succession of daughters, all strip — down - they said
To kill, to bury, to grieve, to forget.

And my eyes ran on trucks, and my eyes ran in rows,
And my face now rolled on the rocks, on the trails,
Dimensionless hole in  the grass is so deep,
To forget forever, to find out and to sleep.


Only sunlight is now on the gaps of the springs,

Broken forest in the recesses of the doors
The bending horror in the bends of the knees,
Wooden flowers to them in a bow to the graves