A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Sveta

On a little stool we sit together
We say different words to each other
I bought you candy
You love me for that
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 
The summer garden closed and puts out its lights
Daddy's gun will protect us from the enemy
At the last ruble, Sveta,
I bought you candy
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 
Don't look, Sveta, so closely at my revolver
I'm a common St. Petersburg courtyard hooligan
At my last ruble, Sveta,
And love me for that
 
Sveta, Sveta, Sveta.
 

Bullet

I run, run to freedom
And behind me, behind me chasing
And behind me, soldiers run
In the place of the sky - their automatic machines
 
I run, my legs get stuck
Dirty snow up to my waist
All is in vain, all is in vain
The snow turns blood-red
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
In the heart so there is no pain
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once so there is no pain
 
But the chasing is closer, closer
Laughing snipers on the roofs
But I will not let them take me alive
I'd rather die here, young
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
In the heart so there is no pain
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once so there is no pain
 
I run, run to freedom
And behind me, behind me chasing
But I won't let them take me alive
I'd rather die here, young
 
Evil bullet, give me freedom
At once, and...
 

I Love You So

In the cold blue collar city
Where my dreams were broken
I understood long ago, that in this life,
I need my one and only you
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 
You often cheated on me
With men or without
In my heart you left
A bleeding incision
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 
You didn't understand me
And burned all the bridges
And one day you said
That you didn't love me!
 
I love you so
I love you so, my kindred spirit
That without your love
I would just fade away
 

Come on, Everybody

You all came down here to keep having a good time,
And even to dance, if lucky enough,
And, you see, my song, is like bird, way up high,
Flying through the air and roaring in a huff.
 
Come on, everybody!
Bitches, shake your asses for me!
Come on, everybody!
Bitches, shake your asses for me!
 
Gotta drink some beers, your throat is drying up now,
Your throat is drying up now, like your soul can't stand,
Just as well we're buddies, don't just bum around now,
Don't just bum around now, here, take my hand!
 

007

Today I came around drunk off my arse,
And you told me - your patience won't last,
Yes, you told me, you can't be with me,
And you told me, I'm just an alkie.
Then you told me you're leaving forever!
Like I care, off you go, I'm agent 007.
 
Today I came around drunk off my arse,
And you told me - your patience won't last,
Yes, you told me, you don't love me one bit,
And you told me, I'm just like a pig.
Then you told me you're leaving once more,
Like I care, off you go, got a bottle in my drawer!
 

Birthday

All of these conversations: -
So, how are things today, Apparently, the weather was nice yesterday,
Our new president's obsessed with martial arts,
Bills are gonna rise now, they said in a newscast.
 
But I won't celebrate no birthdays, no not one!
Everything's fucked now! It's fucked, fuck off, cunt!
 
Everything's fucked!
 
All of these songs about some lucky bride,
Going in my ears like two hundred times,
And still, this Zemfira what's-her-name,
Doing my fucking head in, night and day.
 
But I won't celebrate no birthdays, no not one!
Everything's fucked now! It's fucked, fuck off, cunt!
 

Cosmos

Somewhere inside, in all of us,
There is an infinite cosmos,
In order to fly, you need a rocket,
If you haven't got rollies, spark up a straight.*
 
Cosmos...
 
If you want love, then take it - here you go,
The springtime girls are at the window,
But astronauts never go to the doctor,
You like women, I just sit and wank.
 
Cosmos...
 

I'm Your Cowboy

Playboy in pocket, and covered in tattoos
When I dance, I only dance with you,
When I dance, I only dance with you,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
I'm your cowboy!
 
Wearing my sunglasses, day and night too,
I wanna take you and dance up on the moon,
When I dance, I only dance with you,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
Your cowboy!
 
Yes I know, yes I know,
Love shines under the moon,
Yes I know, your are mine,
You're my horse, and I'm your cowboy too.
 
Your cowboy...
 

Blood Type

'Kino' is blasting out the record player,
You tell me: 'turn it off, this is shit!'
You're tired of all that rubbish,
Shut your mouth, it's my favourite song!
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 
If you could keep quiet just for five minutes,
Or wish me luck in battle,
'Blood Type' is my favourite song,
And when I'm feeling bad, I always sing it.
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 
'Kino' is blasting out the record player,
You tell me: 'turn it off, this is shit!'
You're tired of all that rubbish,
Shut your mouth, it's my favourite song!
 
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
Oh, my blood type,
On my sleeve.
 

In St. Petersburg you drink!

Versions: #2
We've got many cities here in Russia
But not as many toes on our feet
Every year it all gets more and more beautiful
Everyone's swimming in the sun and snow.
 
There's great hashish in Rostov
Comes in big stamp-sized pieces
Cocaine's pretty lit in Moscow
Chelyabinsk's perfect for getting high.
But in St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink!
 
In St. Petersburg you drink! [x4]
 
Let me tell you, I've really been around
Plenty of stuff to remember, plenty to forget.
I even got all the way to Yamal
and saw something impossible there.
 
There's great hashish in Rost––
 
(music interrupted by car crashing into cop)
 
...There's great hashish in Rostov
Comes in big stamp-sized pieces.
Cocaine's pretty lit in Moscow
Chelyabinsk's perfect for getting high.
 
But in St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! It just wasn't meant to work out!
 
But despite everything, despite looking like I don't give a fuck,
Deep in my heart I love my country
This song's basically all about tourism
And I'm singing it for tourists.
 
There's great hashish in Rostov
Comes in big stamp-sized pieces.
Cocaine's pretty lit in Moscow
Chelyabinsk's perfect for getting high.
 
But in St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! It just wasn't meant to work out!
 
In St. Petersburg you drink! [x4]
 
There's great hashish in Rostov
Comes in big stamp-sized pieces.
Cocaine's pretty lit in Moscow
Chelyabinsk's perfect for getting high.
 
But in St. Petersburg, you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! In St. Petersburg you drink!
In St. Petersburg you drink! It just wasn't meant to work out!
 
- Dude!
It just wasn't meant to work out!
 
In St. Petersburg you drink! [x4]
 

Katyukha

Under the train carriage,the wheels keep banging on,
Half of my life I've wasted,
My train arrived to the platform,
My beloved on it.
Stands and cries , and not believing no more,
That fate brought us together again,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring.
 
You've loved this song so much,
On the guitar I've played for you,
And that's when I was young,
With wrong company I got involved,
And now you're crying on the platform,
All this time, you have waited for me,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring,
 
And here you're crying and not believing no more,
All this time, you have waited for me,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring,
Hey, conductor, open all the doors,
Let the bells ring,
 
Bells, bells, bells, bells...
 

Slutties

I've no money and no thoughts
I've only my cock in work
It does really need some warmth
Wish somebody come across
 
Hey, where are you slutty?
Come and help the buddy...
 
I am not a hero, well
I am a fucking moron
I am rich and famous, but
I'm not a half colonel
Hey, where are you slutty?
Come and help the buddy...
 

Crying

I was in Paris yesterday
It seemed like a sale
I looked at the prices closely
They were even higher
 
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I can't do otherwise, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying! Paying and crying!
Paying and crying!
 
Paying and crying!
 
Thirty, forty, a thousand for a purse
And four hundred for a coat
The saleslady looks dryly
And doesn't pity any of us
 
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I can't do otherwise, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying! Paying and crying!
Paying and crying!
 
Paying and crying!
 
If you want to live - learn to turn away,
Such is the fate of a woman.
They broke my heart,
And disrupted my biology.
 
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying, I'm paying and crying!
I can't do otherwise, I'm paying and crying!
I'm paying and crying! Paying and crying!
Paying and crying!
 
Paying and crying!
Paying and crying!
 

Leningrad

I earned a doctorate in your cut-price lips
in a sordid guesthouse in Leningrad
passport-less and against the law
but drunk as a disinherited king
 
Fifty rubles was a fortune
and you, nude, a mannequin of burgundy and gold
They gave us keys to the wedding suite,
a hospital backroom with no toilet
 
We stayed for a vodka with lemon
and a Menshevik bore on the corner
When chitchat died down, such anxiety,
you started to unbutton your trenchcoat
 
It wasn’t easy in the Soviet Union
to go to reception for condoms
Light years away from routine
a swallow nested on my balcony
 
I don’t know what happened to us or why,
what we ran into that crazy night
We babbled corny things very fast
and prayed, our mouths undoing us
We were killing ourselves from wanting to live,
overreacting, vaudeville of bohemia
 
Not sleeping was sweeter than dreaming
and aging with dignity,
a blasphemy
 
You with a beret, me with a beard, long live Che,
born again to a new man’s faith
 
The Berlin Wall hadn’t fallen
Nor had Sarajevo’s powderkeg burst
because the revolution's check had an Achilles' Heel
 
And floating among the ruins
a sparrow was widowed on my balcony
 
Yesterday you were leaving brown, coffee-colored
Now I haven’t seen you for almost a half-century
You were blonde, if I don’t remember wrong
I said, and lying, you’re even prettier
 
You accepted a non-alcoholic beer from me
The sun on the tiles had died on us
Funerals, and with nothing to say
I saw in your pupils a badly-dawn indigo
 
I don’t know why I keep writing this song
but my heart bleeds
when I dig into it
 
I found out you married a judge
and Leningrad is again Saint Petersburg
 
We didn’t even mention if we stayed
Pass me your address
And back in the office
a sparrow crashed into my balcony
 
Because the revolution's check had an Achilles' Heel
And floating among the ruins
a sparrow was widowed on my balcony