Russia

[mary ann]

Ma come si fa ad apprezzare un posto così freddo?

Non si può spiegare l'amore.

[manihi]

straziante

(mi piacerebbe capire le parole.....)

[manihi]

Non si può spiegare l'amore.

credo che questa sia una risposta davvero bellissima

[mary ann]

straziante

(mi piacerebbe capire le parole.....)

Романс Колчака


Кусок земли, исхлёстанный ветрами,
Сухою веткой где-то хрустнет вдруг наган...
Заиндевелыми еловыми бровями
Глаза очертит где-то белая тайга...


Прошу, будь ласков с теми, Бог, кого оставлю
На этой милой, столь забывчивой Земле.
Войди в мой дом, Господь, прикрой плотнее ставни,
Чтоб из окон не виден был кровавый след.


А теперь я готов,
Господа, или, как вас там,
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажёг над страной.
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажёг над страной.


Не сметь срывать с меня гвардейские погоны,
Не сметь касаться лапой русских орденов,
Оставьте институткам этот бред ваш революционный
И отпустите к матерям мальчишек-юнкеров.


Позволю извинить себе убогость мыслей ваших чёрных,
Но не могу простить нечищенный наган,
Того, что в смертный час мой вы стоите не по форме,
Небритость ваших щёк и этот жуткий перегар.


А теперь я готов,
Господа, или, как вас там,
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажёг над страной.


Я принимаю свой парад последний.
Идут полки мои под царственный венец...
Святой отец, души предсмертной собеседник,
Уже лежит, лицом разбитым ткнувшись в снег.


Земля вас не возьмёт и море вас не примет...
Да, можно научиться убивать врагов...
Но верьте мне, тысячелетие отринет
Тех, кто решился разменять его на год.


А теперь я готов,
Господа, или, как вас там,
Верой-правдой служить не дано
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажёг над страной.
Тем, кто веры не знал,
И кому правда не чиста,
Тем, кто небо зажёг над страной.

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Piece of land , iskhlёstanny winds
By the dry branch somewhere hrustnet suddenly revolver ...
Frosty fir eyebrows
Outline the eyes somewhere white taiga ...


Please, be gentle with the God who leave
This cute , so forgetful world.
Come into my house , Lord , cover denser shutters
That can not be seen from the windows was a trail of blood .


And now I'm ready,
Lord , or how you got there ,
Faith - truth to serve not given
Those who did not know the faith ,
And who really is not clean ,
Those who lit the sky over the country .
Those who did not know the faith ,
And who really is not clean ,
Those who lit the sky over the country .


Do not you dare to tear off my guard straps ,
Do not you dare touch the paw of Russian orders ,
Leave your schoolgirl this nonsense revolutionary
And release the boys to their mothers - cadets.


Allow yourself to forgive your thoughts black wretchedness ,
But I can not forgive unpeeled revolver
The fact that in my hour of death you stand not in form,
Unshaven your cheeks and this horrible fume .


And now I'm ready,
Lord , or how you got there ,
Faith - truth to serve not given
Those who did not know the faith ,
And who really is not clean ,
Those who lit the sky over the country .


I agree with your last parade .
Go shelf under my royal crown ...
Holy Father, the soul dying companion,
Is already facing a broken tknuvshis in the snow.


Earth you will not take the sea and you will not take ...
Yes, you can learn how to kill enemies ...
But believe me , the millennium otrinet
Those who dared to exchange it for a year .


And now I'm ready,
Lord , or how you got there ,
Faith - truth to serve not given
Those who did not know the faith ,
And who really is not clean ,
Those who lit the sky over the country .
Those who did not know the faith ,
And who really is not clean ,
Those who lit the sky over the country .




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[manihi]

grazie @mary ann

[mary ann]

Place where the light shone

This town stuck in lies like Cheluskin in the ice,
plunged into the hell
And partially arised of the hell.
Our common childhood passed
with the same primers,
and therefore we don't need to explain
anything to anyone.
So why do we cry amiss all the time
and we keep silent about the things that should be said
And we count that belongs to others
and walk like a pony in the circle?
You didn't understand, sir -
I don't ask you to let me lunch with you.
It just seemed to me
that we've got what to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone
was so close
that I could touch it with my hand
But who am I
to break the crystal thread,
it can not be saved.
So many years passed
and we are no more in the place
where the light shone.

This town stuck in the off-season
Like a fish in the net.
All needles on zeros
Neither more, nor less.
We have almost learned how to laugh
But anyway
Something happened with eyes
of women who had been mysterious...
Do you want me to tell you the tale
about evil snowstorm,
about tropic heat,
about polar blizzard
You didn't understand, miss,
I don't want to get into your bed,
it just seemed to me
that we've got what to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone
was so close
that I could touch it with my hand
But who am I
to break the crystal thread,
it can not be saved.
So many years passed
and we are no more in the place
where the light shone.

I'm not obliged to do as someone says
and I'm not onliged even to do as I say
I trust only to my left hand
and I draw the routes.
And the one who can give me the orders -
that one doesn't remember about us often.
And we remember him only in grief or in vain.
What can be simpler -
no one can keep you here.
So why do you look in the sky
with the fear in your eyes.
You didn't understand, lord -
I don't try to get into your palace
It just seemed to me that we had
something to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone
was so close
that I could touch it with my hand
But who am I
to break the crystal thread,
it can not be saved.
So many years passed
and we are no more in the place
where the light shone.



Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/mesto-...#ixzz3nODLdWgb

[manihi]

@mary ann

quanto ti manca il tuo paese?

si sente che lo ami............

[Sgiar]

Una seconda casa:


La Russia non si intende con il senno,
Né la misura col comune metro:
la Russia è fatta a modo suo,
in essa si può credere soltanto.

F.F. Tjutčev

[Sgiar]

[mary ann]

That Snow Flying From Heaven...


That snow, flying from heaven,
That deep, that so white snow,
Which holds all my sorrows within...
To you I am running through snow
To the deepest of my grieves through in...


When the dawn kiss the earth it falls asleep
And covers itself with that snow,
So someone feels warm in this deep...
But me who escapes from the heartsore
I pray I was buried with the snow.


And the city canals stretch their grey hands towards me,
And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....
And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....


Hey, melodious violins, play for me,
Day breaks and my letter is written:
To seal and to leave on the desk....
It’s time... The shot breaks out and screaming
I’ll fall into snowy flakes.


Don’t listen to this song if you don’t feel like.
If I shut the door it doesn’t change your life.
Please do not hurt either my soul,
Or just even touch my open wounds…


Again the stars are falling from heaven,
Again I will miss my chance to catch one...
It’s not yet late for me to be happy,
But simply I’ll not be able to live in vain...


And the city canals stretch their grey hands towards me,
And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....
And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....




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