THIS CITY S SONG

My translation of the song "Песня этого города"/"This city's song", performed by Mark Tishman



In this city of time-worn roofs…

In the mornings sleep sound and smooth…

Not in haste to surprise this grey world

Or just simply unwilling…

 

In this city of ever biz…

You seem useless and out of lease…

Little sunlight, much outrage

And long cold nights around…


Refrain:
Who are those people, - aren’t we?
In this city all folks are mute so utterly!
There’s too much of your white cold snow!
In this city we’re all
Living…
Our life, as being lent…


In this city all friends at will

Make impossible to appeal,

That a dreadful thunderstorm’s

Devastating your heart though!

 

In this city whatever’s light!

All is right there,

When far not right! -

In this city it’s only a fool’s

A success in wherever!


Refrain:
Who are those people, - aren’t we?
In this city all folks are mute so utterly!
There’s too much of your white cold snow!
In this city we’re all
Living…
Our life, as being lent…


 This city strikes you a swinging blow,

Punches you in the guts…

How many of us are still left

In the list of the closest ones?

 

The city’s rending the leads,

Taking us down running mad!

Then, do take care of yourself,

My Angel of Yesterday!



Refrain:

Who are those people, - aren’t we?

In this city all folks are mute so utterly!

There’s too much of your white cold snow

In this city we’re all

Living…

Our life as being lent!


07/02/2013