Nu, chto glyadish' tupym, nadmennym vzglyadom, Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon? Ty ne khodil v ataku pod svintsovym gradom, K rodnym pogibshikh ne stuchalsya v dom. Ty zhil - ne rval i ne sluzhil Otchizne, I nozh dushmana ne trogal tvoy kadyk, Zato segodnya ty khozyain etoy zhizni, I k etoy mysli ty davno uzhe privyk. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Kak vylechit' tvoye bol'noye telo, Kol' kryshu vetrom naproch' uneslo? Sidish' v teple i tyanesh' svoy martini, V okope na moroze spirt nuzhney. Nas bila zhizn', ty otsidelsya v tine, I na segodnya ty vazhney vsekh i glavney. Ty v etu zhizn' voshel legko i s tyla, Khot' po tebe davno toskuyet Kolyma, A nam strana na pamyat' podarila Bol' svezhikh ran da boyevyye ordena. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Takikh ublyudkov na sebe prigrela, A tem, kto zhizney ne zhalel, ne povezlo. Nu chto zh, svoye pokhozhe my otvoyevali, I na segodnya my pokhozhe ne nuzhny, Chut' zaderzhalis' my na perevale, A v boy ushli chut' pomolozhe patsany. Oni shustrey, my im prikroyem spiny, Kak my kogda-to, lezut na rozhon, A ty nyryay opyat' poglubzhe v tinu, Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Raskroy glaza i pogordis' za smelykh Na smert' idushchikh za tebya synov. Skazhi, strana
@@kitchenersown Well, why are you looking with a stupid, arrogant look, A sleek and well-groomed dude? You did not go on the attack under a lead hail, He did not knock on the door of the relatives of the deceased. You lived - you did not tear and did not serve the Fatherland, And the dushman’s knife did not touch your Adam’s apple, But today you are the master of this life, And you have long been accustomed to this thought. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. How to cure your big body, What if the lid was completely blown away by the wind? You sit warm and sip your martini, In a trench in the cold you need alcohol. We have a white life, you did your time, And today you are the most important and important of all. You entered this life easily and from the rear, Even though Kolyma has been yearning for you for a long time, And the country gave us as a souvenir There were big fresh ones running and military orders. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. I warmed up such bastards, And those who did not regret their lives were unlucky. Well, they won back something similar to me, And today mine doesn’t seem to be needed, Mine were a little delayed at the pass, And a little younger boys went to boyhood. They are quicker, I'll cover my prickly ones, Like mine once, they get into trouble, And now you’re deeper into the mud again, A sleek and well-groomed dude. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. Open your eyes and be proud of the brave To the death of the sons who come for you. Tell me country
@@kitchenersown Well, why are you looking with a stupid, arrogant look, A sleek and well-groomed dude? You did not go on the attack under a lead hail, He did not knock on the door of the relatives of the deceased. You lived - you did not tear and did not serve the Fatherland, And the dushman’s knife did not touch your Adam’s apple, But today you are the master of this life, And you have long been accustomed to this thought. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. How to cure your big body, What if the lid was completely blown away by the wind? You sit warm and sip your martini, In a trench in the cold you need alcohol. We have a white life, you did your time, And today you are the most important and important of all. You entered this life easily and from the rear, Even though Kolyma has been yearning for you for a long time, And the country gave us as a souvenir There were big fresh ones running and military orders. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. I have warmed up such dishes for myself, And those who did not regret their lives were unlucky. Well, they won back something similar to me, And today mine doesn’t seem to be needed, Mine were a little delayed at the pass, And a little younger boys went to boyhood. They are quicker, I'll cover my prickly ones, Like mine once, they get into trouble, And now you’re deeper into the mud again, A sleek and well-groomed dude. Tell me, country, why are you sick? I tore the sail and the oar to pieces. Open your eyes and be proud of the brave To the death of the sons who come for you. Tell me country
Nu, chto glyadish' tupym, nadmennym vzglyadom, Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon? Ty ne khodil v ataku pod svintsovym gradom, K rodnym pogibshikh ne stuchalsya v dom. Ty zhil - ne rval i ne sluzhil Otchizne, I nozh dushmana ne trogal tvoy kadyk, Zato segodnya ty khozyain etoy zhizni, I k etoy mysli ty davno uzhe privyk. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Kak vylechit' tvoye bol'noye telo, Kol' kryshu vetrom naproch' uneslo? Sidish' v teple i tyanesh' svoy martini, V okope na moroze spirt nuzhney. Nas bila zhizn', ty otsidelsya v tine, I na segodnya ty vazhney vsekh i glavney. Ty v etu zhizn' voshel legko i s tyla, Khot' po tebe davno toskuyet Kolyma, A nam strana na pamyat' podarila Bol' svezhikh ran da boyevyye ordena. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Takikh ublyudkov na sebe prigrela, A tem, kto zhizney ne zhalel, ne povezlo. Nu chto zh, svoye pokhozhe my otvoyevali, I na segodnya my pokhozhe ne nuzhny, Chut' zaderzhalis' my na perevale, A v boy ushli chut' pomolozhe patsany. Oni shustrey, my im prikroyem spiny, Kak my kogda-to, lezut na rozhon, A ty nyryay opyat' poglubzhe v tinu, Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon. Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela? I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo. Raskroy glaza i pogordis' za smelykh Na smert' idushchikh za tebya synov. SKAZHI STRATA.
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Lyrics?
Nu, chto glyadish' tupym, nadmennym vzglyadom,
Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon?
Ty ne khodil v ataku pod svintsovym gradom,
K rodnym pogibshikh ne stuchalsya v dom.
Ty zhil - ne rval i ne sluzhil Otchizne,
I nozh dushmana ne trogal tvoy kadyk,
Zato segodnya ty khozyain etoy zhizni,
I k etoy mysli ty davno uzhe privyk.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Kak vylechit' tvoye bol'noye telo,
Kol' kryshu vetrom naproch' uneslo?
Sidish' v teple i tyanesh' svoy martini,
V okope na moroze spirt nuzhney.
Nas bila zhizn', ty otsidelsya v tine,
I na segodnya ty vazhney vsekh i glavney.
Ty v etu zhizn' voshel legko i s tyla,
Khot' po tebe davno toskuyet Kolyma,
A nam strana na pamyat' podarila
Bol' svezhikh ran da boyevyye ordena.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Takikh ublyudkov na sebe prigrela,
A tem, kto zhizney ne zhalel, ne povezlo.
Nu chto zh, svoye pokhozhe my otvoyevali,
I na segodnya my pokhozhe ne nuzhny,
Chut' zaderzhalis' my na perevale,
A v boy ushli chut' pomolozhe patsany.
Oni shustrey, my im prikroyem spiny,
Kak my kogda-to, lezut na rozhon,
A ty nyryay opyat' poglubzhe v tinu,
Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Raskroy glaza i pogordis' za smelykh
Na smert' idushchikh za tebya synov.
Skazhi, strana
@@N3C0_12no English translation?;
@@kitchenersown Well, why are you looking with a stupid, arrogant look,
A sleek and well-groomed dude?
You did not go on the attack under a lead hail,
He did not knock on the door of the relatives of the deceased.
You lived - you did not tear and did not serve the Fatherland,
And the dushman’s knife did not touch your Adam’s apple,
But today you are the master of this life,
And you have long been accustomed to this thought.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
How to cure your big body,
What if the lid was completely blown away by the wind?
You sit warm and sip your martini,
In a trench in the cold you need alcohol.
We have a white life, you did your time,
And today you are the most important and important of all.
You entered this life easily and from the rear,
Even though Kolyma has been yearning for you for a long time,
And the country gave us as a souvenir
There were big fresh ones running and military orders.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
I warmed up such bastards,
And those who did not regret their lives were unlucky.
Well, they won back something similar to me,
And today mine doesn’t seem to be needed,
Mine were a little delayed at the pass,
And a little younger boys went to boyhood.
They are quicker, I'll cover my prickly ones,
Like mine once, they get into trouble,
And now you’re deeper into the mud again,
A sleek and well-groomed dude.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
Open your eyes and be proud of the brave
To the death of the sons who come for you.
Tell me country
@@kitchenersown Well, why are you looking with a stupid, arrogant look,
A sleek and well-groomed dude?
You did not go on the attack under a lead hail,
He did not knock on the door of the relatives of the deceased.
You lived - you did not tear and did not serve the Fatherland,
And the dushman’s knife did not touch your Adam’s apple,
But today you are the master of this life,
And you have long been accustomed to this thought.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
How to cure your big body,
What if the lid was completely blown away by the wind?
You sit warm and sip your martini,
In a trench in the cold you need alcohol.
We have a white life, you did your time,
And today you are the most important and important of all.
You entered this life easily and from the rear,
Even though Kolyma has been yearning for you for a long time,
And the country gave us as a souvenir
There were big fresh ones running and military orders.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
I have warmed up such dishes for myself,
And those who did not regret their lives were unlucky.
Well, they won back something similar to me,
And today mine doesn’t seem to be needed,
Mine were a little delayed at the pass,
And a little younger boys went to boyhood.
They are quicker, I'll cover my prickly ones,
Like mine once, they get into trouble,
And now you’re deeper into the mud again,
A sleek and well-groomed dude.
Tell me, country, why are you sick?
I tore the sail and the oar to pieces.
Open your eyes and be proud of the brave
To the death of the sons who come for you.
Tell me country
@@kitchenersown sorry bro
Nu, chto glyadish' tupym, nadmennym vzglyadom,
Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon?
Ty ne khodil v ataku pod svintsovym gradom,
K rodnym pogibshikh ne stuchalsya v dom.
Ty zhil - ne rval i ne sluzhil Otchizne,
I nozh dushmana ne trogal tvoy kadyk,
Zato segodnya ty khozyain etoy zhizni,
I k etoy mysli ty davno uzhe privyk.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Kak vylechit' tvoye bol'noye telo,
Kol' kryshu vetrom naproch' uneslo?
Sidish' v teple i tyanesh' svoy martini,
V okope na moroze spirt nuzhney.
Nas bila zhizn', ty otsidelsya v tine,
I na segodnya ty vazhney vsekh i glavney.
Ty v etu zhizn' voshel legko i s tyla,
Khot' po tebe davno toskuyet Kolyma,
A nam strana na pamyat' podarila
Bol' svezhikh ran da boyevyye ordena.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Takikh ublyudkov na sebe prigrela,
A tem, kto zhizney ne zhalel, ne povezlo.
Nu chto zh, svoye pokhozhe my otvoyevali,
I na segodnya my pokhozhe ne nuzhny,
Chut' zaderzhalis' my na perevale,
A v boy ushli chut' pomolozhe patsany.
Oni shustrey, my im prikroyem spiny,
Kak my kogda-to, lezut na rozhon,
A ty nyryay opyat' poglubzhe v tinu,
Kholenyy da ukhozhennyy pizhon.
Skazhi, strana, nu chem ty zabolela?
I porvan parus, i vdrebezgi veslo.
Raskroy glaza i pogordis' za smelykh
Na smert' idushchikh za tebya synov.
SKAZHI STRATA.