Филипп Киркоров — Нас было шестеро song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Нас было шестеро" by Филипп Киркоров.
Lyrics
Нас было шестеро. Один упал.
Упал в глазах друзей под грохот канонады.
Он душу дьяволу за нашу честь продал
И новый дом себе купил в предместьях ада.
Нас было шестеро.
Нас стало пятеро. Один устал.
Устал от гонки за успехом окаянным.
Он в час отчаянный тугой курок нажал
И пал на праведную землю бездыханно.
Нас было пятеро.
Нас стало четверо. Один исчез.
Нежданно канул в бездну, путь свершив короткий.
Быть может, был сражен он молнией с небес,
А может быть, он выпил слишком много водки.
Нас было четверо.
Осталось трое нас. Один погас.
Хотя горел, казалось, как костер цыганский.
От водопада слез он свой огонь не спас,
И стал золою на земле американской.
Нас было трое.
Осталось двое нас. Один ушел.
Ушел с женой моею весело и просто.
Он знал тогда, что я почти с ума сошел,
И был всего в одном мгновеньи от погоста.
Нас было двое.
И вот один я на краю стою
И вспоминаю тех, кто больше не воскреснет,
И вам, друзья мои, «прощайте"говорю
Последней строчкою моей последней песни…
Lyrics translation
There were six of us. One fell off.
Fell in the eyes of friends under the roar of cannonade.
He sold his soul to the devil for our honor
And I bought a new house in the suburbs of hell.
There were six of us.
There were five of us. One was tired.
Tired of chasing after success.
He pulled the trigger in an hour of desperate tightness
And he fell to the just earth breathless.
There were five of us.
There were four of us. One was gone.
Unexpectedly, he sank into the abyss, making a short journey.
Perhaps he was struck down by lightning from heaven,
Or maybe he drank too much vodka.
There were four of us.
There are three of us left. One went out.
Although it seemed to burn like a Gypsy fire.
From the waterfall of tears he did not save his fire,
And became gold on American soil.
There were three of us.
There are only two of us left. That one's gone.
Left with my wife fun and simple.
He knew then that I was almost mad,
And was just a moment away from the churchyard.
There were two of us.
And here I am alone on the edge
And I remember those who will not rise again,
And I say goodbye to you, my friends
The last line of my last song…