Ляпис Трубецкой — Товарищ song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Товарищ" by Ляпис Трубецкой.
Lyrics
Снова поют дети про то, что солнышко светит.
С юга вернулись птицы, скучно им за границей.
Летают аэропланы, гудят подъёмные краны.
Бабушка внуку печёт блины, всё хорошо — дождались весны.
Не грусти, товарищ, китайцы уже возле Луны.
В космосе — мир, в космосе — труд,
В космосе — май и нету войны.
Не грусти, товарищ, всё хорошо, beautiful good.
Ракета на старте дышит огнём,
Welcome to space, звёзды зовут!
Сразу все стали добрее, полярники бороды бреют.
И первые велосипеды по лужам торжественно едут.
И дело уже не в погоде, просто лыжи не в моде,
А в моде зонты и галоши, а ещё быть хорошим.
Не грусти, товарищ, китайцы уже возле Луны.
В космосе — мир, в космосе — труд,
В космосе — май и нету войны.
Не грусти, товарищ, всё хорошо, beautiful good.
Ракета на старте дышит огнём,
Welcome to space, звёзды зовут!
Не грусти, товарищ, китайцы уже возле Луны.
В космосе — мир, в космосе — труд,
В космосе — май и нету войны.
Не грусти, товарищ, всё хорошо, beautiful good.
Мы никому не делали зла,
Нас не забудут, нас заберут.
Lyrics translation
Again the children sing about the sun shining.
Birds have returned from the South, they are bored abroad.
Aeroplanes fly, cranes hum.
Grandma bakes pancakes for her grandson, everything is good — we waited for spring.
Don't be sad, comrade, the Chinese are already near the moon.
In space — peace, in space — work,
In space-may and there is no war.
Don't be sad, comrade, everything is fine, beautiful good.
The rocket at launch breathes fire,
Welcome to space, the stars are calling!
Immediately everyone became kinder, polar explorers shave their beards.
And the first bikes through the puddles solemnly go.
And it's not the weather, it's just that skiing is not in fashion,
And in fashion umbrellas and galoshes, and still be good.
Don't be sad, comrade, the Chinese are already near the moon.
In space — peace, in space — work,
In space-may and there is no war.
Don't be sad, comrade, everything is fine, beautiful good.
The rocket at launch breathes fire,
Welcome to space, the stars are calling!
Don't be sad, comrade, the Chinese are already near the moon.
In space — peace, in space — work,
In space-may and there is no war.
Don't be sad, comrade, everything is fine, beautiful good.
We did no harm to anyone,
We will not be forgotten, we will be taken away.