//перевод песни Оргия Праведников - Das Boot
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Don't be sad, my dear friend, we're all died, and perhaps with no purpose.
We refused to fall down, we refused to play games with the Void.
I remember the top of a hill,
Cherry branch in my hand,
When the sun's coming down, I remember
Brittle figure of shade with a sword.
We're all died, my dear friend. We're all died. And I swear, it was perfect!
With a witness of thuth
In a Spirit et Filii
I'm proposing my story to you.
That's a story about
A sub in the wasteland
Lost in battle with perishing crew.
When the matters are bad
And the armor is crushing,
Sky is coming inside like a gas,
The deep charges of this
Dumb and talentless era
Hitting closer and closer to us.
And for those who will come
To the world forced in darkness,
Our story will serve as a key,
For the Sun of the ages,
Sun of the heroes
Touching us by its light endlessly.
Don't be sad, my dear friend,
We are meant to be happy
In the fire of these senseless years.
In the light of the Sun,
Sun of the heroes
Our last fare-thee-well dawn appears.
With a witness of thuth
In a Spirit et Filii
We have left our story in fact.
That's a story about
A sub in the wasteland
Fighting out in torpedo attack.
When the shell's in a blaze,
And the rivets are melting,
Causing this wailing torment to lock,
Burning drops of a steel
Fall from fiery heaven
Down to fissures of merciless rock!
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The shadow in my memory:
Pine forest and a house,
A meadow lies behind the stream,
A creek through ravine flows.
We splash in river, rest on sand,
Until the day is gone,
Mom's laugh and little stones in hand,
The pines resounding on.
I've come to this forgotten place...
There are no pines, no sound,
The river dried without a trace,
The house fell down to ground.
These strange and unfamiliar dreams,
This everlasting chain
Of life outcoming, and it seems
To me - I dream again.
I realize the darkest blame
That lies on me so wild
Is like a shadow with no name
In slumber of a child.
And soon, I know, I will awake
And drink my milk, and go.
A path that I will lightly take
Descends to riverflow...
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Dark will sweep our faces, it will outrage,
Plunder off our souls and remembrance.
Don't keep sorrow. The battle is over. We die.
When the Sun goes forever,
The only great Sun of the heroes,
We shall give our final goodbye.
15 марта 2016.