Rundek Cargo Trio — Ruskaja song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ruskaja" by Rundek Cargo Trio.
Lyrics
Maksim Gorki: Sokol
RAZGOVOR RANJENOG JUNAKA UŽA I RANJENOG SOKOLA NA RUBU PONORA
«Umireš li?»
«Da, umirem!»
Odgovori sokol, duboko uzdahnuvši
«Slavno sam proživio svoj život! Ja poznajem sreću! Hrabro sam se borio
Vidio sam nebo… Ti ga nikad nećeš vidjeti iz takve blizine! Eh ti, bijedniče»
«Ah, što je nebo? Pusto mjesto… Kako da tamo puzim? Meni je ovdje prekrasno
toplo i vlažno
Odgovori Už slobodnoj ptici i nasmiješi se u duši nad njom radi izgovorenih
uvreda
I ovako pomisli: «Letio ti ili puzao, kraj je izvjestan: svi će u zemlju leći,
sve će se u prah pretvoriti»
Sokol krikne: «Oh, kad bih se bar još jednom vinuo u nebo! Neprijatelja bih
pritisnuo k ranama na grudima
I on bi se udavio u mojoj krvi! O, srećo bitke
A Už promisli i predloži slobodnoj ptici
«A ti se dovuci do ruba litice i baci se u ponor. Možda te krila podignu i
proživiš još malo u svojoj stihiji»
I on krene, raširi krila, udahne punim plućima, sjevne očima i baci se
Brzo je padao, lomeći krila, gubeći perje
Struja potoka ga je prihvatila i, opravši krv, odjenula u pjenu, odnijela u more
A morski su se valovi jaučući razbijali o stijenje
I tijelo ptice se izgubilo u morskom prostranstvu
Lyrics translation
Maxim Gorky: Sokol
CONVERSATION OF A WOUNDED HERO NARROW AND A WOUNDED HAWK ON THE EDGE OF A PRECIPICE
"Are you dying?"
"Yes, umirem!"
Hawk responds with a deep sigh
"I have lived my life well! I know happiness! I fought bravely
I saw the sky ... you will never see him so close! You pathetic bastard!"
"Ah, what is the sky? Deserted place ... how do I get there? I like it here.
warm and humid
Answer the narrow free bird and smile in the shower over it for utterance
insult
And here is the thought: "whether you flew or crawled, the end is incorrect: everyone will lie in the ground,
everything will turn to dust»
The Falcon screams: "Oh, if I could only go up into the sky again! The enemy would
he pressed it to the wounds on his chest
And he would have drowned in my blood! Oh, happy the battle
A Už rethink and offer a free bird
"And you get to the edge of the cliff and throw yourself into the abyss. Perhaps the wings will lift you up and
you live a little longer in your verse»
And it moves, spreads its wings, inhales full lungs, Northern eyes, and rushes
Falling fast, broken wings and lost feathers
The stream of the stream took it and, justifying the blood, clothed it in foam, carried it out to sea
And the sea waves moaned against the rock
And the bird's body was lost in the sea