Lyrics Ляпис Трубецкой - Играй
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Недзе ля ракі, дзе не мае броду
Шэрыя быкі танчаць карагоды
Ланцугі ў ночы адліваюць з ладам
Воран там крычыць з воўкам родным братам.
Палыхае там вогнішча да неба
П'юць яны віно заядаюць хлебам
Песні ім пяюць старыя цыганкі
Б'юць капытам, б'юць, а ў небе маланкі!
Гэтыя быкі, маюць сваю праўду:
Ім ня трэба сонца, цемры ім багата
Ім вясны не трэба, ім зімы б паболей
Каб ты хлопец спаў на пячы ў няволі
Грай! Шукай! У снах юнацтва свае мары!
Грай! Гукай! Вясны зялёнай цёплай чары!
Грай! Спявай! Дружна песні райскай волі!
Грай! Грай! Гані быкоў – вернецца доля!
Напілісь быкі, скачуць па краіне
Топчуць ручнікі капытамі ў гліне
Скачуць па дварах, адчыняюць хаты,
Хто не пахаваўся – будзе вінаватым!
Гэтыя быкі, маюць сваю праўду:
Ім ня трэба сонца, цемры ім багата
Ім вясны не трэба, ім зімы б паболей
Каб ты хлопец спаў на пячы ў няволі
Грай! Шукай! У снах юнацтва свае мары!
Грай! Гукай! Вясны зялёнай цёплай чары!
Грай! Спявай! Дружна песні райскай волі!
Грай! Грай! Гані быкоў – вернецца доля!
Грай! Шукай! У снах юнацтва свае мары!
Грай! Гукай! Вясны зялёнай цёплай чары!
Грай! Спявай! Дружна песні райскай волі!
Грай! Грай! Гані быкоў – вернецца доля!
Грай! Шукай! У снах юнацтва свае мары!
Грай! Гукай! Вясны зялёнай цёплай чары!
Грай! Спявай! Дружна песні райскай волі!
Грай! Грай! Гані быкоў – вернецца доля!
Перевод:
Где-то у реки, где не имеет брода
Серые быки танцуют хороводы
Цепи в ночи отливают из строем
Ворон там кричит с волком родным братом.
Полыхает там костер к небу
Пьют они вино заедают хлебом
Песни им поют старые цыганки
Бьют копытам, бьют, а в небе молнии!
Эти быки, имеют свою правду:
Им не надо солнце, тьмы им богато
Им весны не надо, им зимы бы побольше
Чтобы ты парень спал на печи в неволи
Играй! Ищи! В снах юношества своей мечты!
Играй! Аукай! Весны зеленой теплой чаши!
Играй! Пой! Дружно песни райской свободы!
Играй! Играй! Гони быков – вернётся участь!
Напились быки, прыгают по стране
Топчут полотенца копытами в глине
Прыгают по дворам, открывают дома,
Кто не попрятался – будет виноватым!
Эти быки, имеют свою правду:
Им не надо солнце, тьмы им богато
Им весны не надо, им зимы бы побольше
Чтобы ты парень спал на печи в неволи
Играй! Ищи! В снах юношества своей мечты!
Играй! Аукай! Весны зеленой теплой чаши!
Играй! Пой! Дружно песни райской свободы!
Играй! Играй! Гони быков – вернётся участь!
Играй! Ищи! В снах юношества своей мечты!
Играй! Аукай! Весны зеленой теплой чаши!
Играй! Пой! Дружно песни райской свободы!
Играй! Играй! Гони быков – вернётся участь!
Играй! Ищи! В снах юношества своей мечты!
Играй! Аукай! Весны зеленой теплой чаши!
Играй! Пой! Дружно песни райской свободы!
Играй! Играй! Гони быков – вернётся участь!
"В канун волшебного праздника мы решили выпустить песню на белорусском языке, в которой хотим подарить всем белорусам ощущение весны и праздничных чудес, а также поддержать их веру в светлое будущее, позитив и неминуемую победу добра над любыми сказочными чудовищами, - объясняет Сергей Михалок. - Мы предлагаем белорусам, живущим в разных уголках земного шара, встать в хоровод, спеть эту песню хором и вернуть в наши ряды веру в дружбу, братство и любовь".
"Грай" - первый белорусскоязычный сингл из грядущего альбома "Ляписов", работа над которым уже почти завершена. Как признался недавно Сергей Михалок, новый диск должен разрушить стереотип о том, что "Ляписы" - это ска-пан
Nedze la raki, dze not may ford
Sherry bull tan Karagoda
Lantsugi ў nights adlіvayuts z zadam
Voruch there krychits z vochkam brothers.
Palyhae there vognіshcha yes sky
P'yuts yany vіno zadayayutsb bread
Pesnі im pyayuts old Gypsy
B'yuts kapytam, b'yuts, and ў heaven malanko!
Getya byki, Mayuts piles prada:
Іm nya treba sontsa, cements іm baghata
Im viasny not Treba, im zimy b pabolem
Kab you lad spaў on the balls ы nyavolі
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Napіlіs bull, skip pa kraіne
Topchuts mankapytamі ў glіne
Skacha na dvarah, adchyinyayutsi hut,
Hto not pahavatsya - budze winnaty!
Getya byki, Mayuts piles prada:
Іm nya treba sontsa, cements іm baghata
Im viasny not Treba, im zimy b pabolem
Kab you lad spaў on the balls ы nyavolі
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Transfer:
Somewhere by the river where there is no ford
Gray bulls dancing round dances
Chains in the night cast from the ranks
The raven there shouts with the wolf to his brother.
There is a fire blazing up to the sky
They drink wine and eat bread
Old gypsy women sing their songs
Beat hooves, beat, and in the sky lightning!
These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness
They do not need spring, they would have more winters
That you guy slept on the stove in bondage
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Drunk bulls jumping around the country
Stomp towels hoofed in clay
Jumping from yard to house
Who did not hide - will be guilty!
These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness
They do not need spring, they would have more winters
That you guy slept on the stove in bondage
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
“On the eve of the magical holiday, we decided to release a song in the Belarusian language, in which we want to give all Belarusians a sense of spring and holiday miracles, as well as support their faith in a bright future, positive and inevitable victory of good over any fabulous monsters,” explains Sergei Mikhalok. “We suggest that Belarusians living in different parts of the world stand in a round dance, sing this song in unison and return faith in friendship, fraternity and love to our ranks".
& quot; Gray & quot; - the first Belarusian-language single from the upcoming album, & quot; Lyapisov & quot ;, the work on which is almost completed. As Sergey Mikhalok admitted recently, the new disk should destroy the stereotype that & quot; Lyapisi & quot; - this is ska-pan
Sherry bull tan Karagoda
Lantsugi ў nights adlіvayuts z zadam
Voruch there krychits z vochkam brothers.
Palyhae there vognіshcha yes sky
P'yuts yany vіno zadayayutsb bread
Pesnі im pyayuts old Gypsy
B'yuts kapytam, b'yuts, and ў heaven malanko!
Getya byki, Mayuts piles prada:
Іm nya treba sontsa, cements іm baghata
Im viasny not Treba, im zimy b pabolem
Kab you lad spaў on the balls ы nyavolі
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Napіlіs bull, skip pa kraіne
Topchuts mankapytamі ў glіne
Skacha na dvarah, adchyinyayutsi hut,
Hto not pahavatsya - budze winnaty!
Getya byki, Mayuts piles prada:
Іm nya treba sontsa, cements іm baghata
Im viasny not Treba, im zimy b pabolem
Kab you lad spaў on the balls ы nyavolі
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Gray! Sukay! Have dreams yunatstva pile mara!
Gray! Gukay! Viasny zyalyonay tseplay charms!
Gray! Sing out! Friendly songs heavenly will!
Gray! Gray! Ganі bykoў - wernezza share!
Transfer:
Somewhere by the river where there is no ford
Gray bulls dancing round dances
Chains in the night cast from the ranks
The raven there shouts with the wolf to his brother.
There is a fire blazing up to the sky
They drink wine and eat bread
Old gypsy women sing their songs
Beat hooves, beat, and in the sky lightning!
These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness
They do not need spring, they would have more winters
That you guy slept on the stove in bondage
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Drunk bulls jumping around the country
Stomp towels hoofed in clay
Jumping from yard to house
Who did not hide - will be guilty!
These bulls have their own truth:
They do not need the sun, they are rich in darkness
They do not need spring, they would have more winters
That you guy slept on the stove in bondage
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
Play! Search! In the dreams of the youth of your dreams!
Play! Aukay! Spring green warm bowl!
Play! Sing Together songs of heavenly freedom!
Play! Play! Drive the bulls - the fate will return!
“On the eve of the magical holiday, we decided to release a song in the Belarusian language, in which we want to give all Belarusians a sense of spring and holiday miracles, as well as support their faith in a bright future, positive and inevitable victory of good over any fabulous monsters,” explains Sergei Mikhalok. “We suggest that Belarusians living in different parts of the world stand in a round dance, sing this song in unison and return faith in friendship, fraternity and love to our ranks".
& quot; Gray & quot; - the first Belarusian-language single from the upcoming album, & quot; Lyapisov & quot ;, the work on which is almost completed. As Sergey Mikhalok admitted recently, the new disk should destroy the stereotype that & quot; Lyapisi & quot; - this is ska-pan