Андрей Князев — Пикник у бани song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Пикник у бани" by Андрей Князев.
Lyrics
Лунной ночью возле бани
Парни жарили шашлык.
Пили брагу, отдыхали,
Вдруг во тьме раздался крик…
В бане кто-то оставался
Терпеливым молодцом,
А теперь к окну прижался
Полным ужаса лицом.
Парни смеялись, ну ты жару даешь,
Не надоело тебе парень потеть?
Только не знала за окном молодежь,
Что там разборка не на жизнь, а на смерть, на смерть…
Парни на него смотрели,
Да и он смотрел на них.
Стекла в раме запотели,
Тут он сгинул и затих.
Перегрелся бедолага, —
Все решили в тот же миг.
Продолжала питься брага,
Начал кушаться шашлык.
Парни смеялись, ну ты жару даешь,
Не надоело тебе парень потеть?
Только не знала за окном молодежь,
Что там разборка не на жизнь, а на смерть, на смерть…
А девчонки, что не пили,
Притаились у окна.
Резко хором завопили,
Пала в обморок одна.
На полу валялся парень,
Был он красный, будто рак.
Сам себя, видать, ошпарил
С пола встать не мог никак
Парни смеялись, ну ты жару даешь,
Не надоело тебе парень потеть?
Только не знала за окном молодежь,
Что там разборка не на жизнь, а на смерть, на смерть…
Очень скоро стало ясно:
Парень в бане не один.
Кто-то выглядел ужасно
И на черта походил.
Век бы той не слышать брани,
Что нечистый издавал.
С тазом бегал он по бане,
Всех водою поливал.
Парни смеялись, ну ты жару даешь,
Не надоело тебе парень потеть?
Только не знала за окном молодежь,
Что там разборка не на жизнь, а на смерть, на смерть…
С вилами вскоре подошли мужики,
Рогатый бросился от них наутек.
Гнались за ним они до самой реки,
А там под землю он с концами убег, убег…
Lyrics translation
On a moonlit night near the bathhouse
The guys were frying kebabs.
Took pleasure, rest,
Suddenly a cry rang out in the darkness…
Someone stayed in the bath
Patient fellow,
Now he's leaning against the window
A face full of horror.
Guys were laughing, well, you give heat,
Aren't you tired of sweating?
Only I didn't know there were young people outside the window,
That there is a life-and-death showdown, to the death…
The guys were looking at him,
And he was looking at them.
The Windows in the frame were fogged up,
Then it was gone and still.
Overheated the poor guy, —
Everything was decided at once.
Braga continued to drink,
Began to eat shish kebab.
Guys were laughing, well, you give heat,
Aren't you tired of sweating?
Only I didn't know there were young people outside the window,
That there is a life-and-death showdown, to the death…
And the girls who didn't drink,
They crouched by the window.
They yelled sharply in unison,
Fell in a faint one.
There was a guy on the floor,
It was red, like a cancer.
He must have scalded himself
I couldn't get up from the floor
Guys were laughing, well, you give heat,
Aren't you tired of sweating?
Only I didn't know there were young people outside the window,
That there is a life-and-death showdown, to the death…
Very soon it became clear:
The guy in the bath is not alone.
Someone looked awful
He looked like hell.
I wish I hadn't heard the abuse,
What the unclean made.
With a basin he ran around the bath,
All watered with water.
Guys were laughing, well, you give heat,
Aren't you tired of sweating?
Only I didn't know there were young people outside the window,
That there is a life-and-death showdown, to the death…
Men soon came up with pitchforks,
The horned one ran away from them.
They chased him all the way to the river,
And there under the earth it with ends ran away, ran away…