Lyrics Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Забава
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Ну что ж, вернемся, друг, на поиски удачи.
Выходит, не потух в крови огонь бродячий.
Поднимем паруса, чтоб сотней голодранцев
На палубе плясать Летучего Голландца.
Пусть дьяволу в наем мы души заложили,
Но если не помрем - так, значит, будем живы!
Припев: Вот забава, так забава - и весела, и кровава,
Все смешалось, смерть и слава. Ну, держись!
Так давай, брат, веселиться.
В жилах кровь, а не водица.
Нам с тобой еще сгодится эта жизнь,
Наша жизнь!
К чему считать гроши, соседям строить куры,
Когда та хороши глаза моей Лауры?
Она мне не верна, но, бог тому свидетель,
Лишь святости нужна такая добродетель.
А мы, побей нас гром, и в праздники грешили,
Но если не помрем - так, значит, будем живы!
Припев.
Но выцветут года, как старые белила.
Куда, скажи, куда уходит все, что было?
Судьба, как домосед, свою колоду мечет,
И вот, - иных уж нет, а те, поди, далече.
Все меньше за столом товарищей служивых,
Но если не помрем - так, значит, будем живы!
Well, let's go back, friend, in search of luck.
It turns out that the fire was stray in the blood.
Raise the sails, so that a hundred golodrans
On the deck to dance the Flying Dutchman.
Let the devil in the hiring of our souls laid,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!
Chorus: That's fun, so fun - and cheerful, and bloody,
Everything was mixed, death and glory. Well, hold on!
So come on, brother, have fun.
In veins blood, but not water.
You and I will still have this life,
Our life!
Why count the pennies, neighbors to build chickens,
When is that my Laura's eyes?
She is not faithful to me, but, God bears witness to this,
Only holiness needs such virtue.
And we, beat us thunder, and on holidays celebrate,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!
Chorus.
But the years will fade, like the old whites.
Where, tell me, where does all that go go?
Fate, like a homebody,
And now, - there are no others, and those, go, far away.
Less and less at the table of fellow servicemen,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!
It turns out that the fire was stray in the blood.
Raise the sails, so that a hundred golodrans
On the deck to dance the Flying Dutchman.
Let the devil in the hiring of our souls laid,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!
Chorus: That's fun, so fun - and cheerful, and bloody,
Everything was mixed, death and glory. Well, hold on!
So come on, brother, have fun.
In veins blood, but not water.
You and I will still have this life,
Our life!
Why count the pennies, neighbors to build chickens,
When is that my Laura's eyes?
She is not faithful to me, but, God bears witness to this,
Only holiness needs such virtue.
And we, beat us thunder, and on holidays celebrate,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!
Chorus.
But the years will fade, like the old whites.
Where, tell me, where does all that go go?
Fate, like a homebody,
And now, - there are no others, and those, go, far away.
Less and less at the table of fellow servicemen,
But if we do not die - so, then, we will be alive!