Песня о свободе градский текст
Обновлено: 23.11.2024
Ну а я улечу, сквозь ночные штыки патрулей
Мимо стен и дверей промечтаю неузнанный, быстр я.
Запирают зверей, как людей, и людей, как зверей,
А в застенке скорей ты нарвешься на хлыст или выстрел.
Ты не стар и не слаб, над тобою не властны года,
Но года иногда продолжаются годы и годы.
Вот и нету оков, а к свободе народ не готов,
Много слухов и слов, а народ не созрел для свободы.
Ну а я убегу, не бывает набоб на бобах,
И в далеких веках отыщу по возможности суть их.
Пусть меня стерегут, пусть осудят на страшных судах:
С богом я не в ладах, а иные не праведны судьи
D7 G7 Cm
С богом я не в ладах, а иные не праведны судьи.
What is freedom? Answer me as in spirit
You don’t eat a jacket and you don’t cook an ear of freedom
I won’t be able to remake myself
Change, comrade, you won’t make me anything
So I will be in prison and look at the moon
But do not howl at the moon, but look at the moon all to no avail
Like a wolf, I am driven in fire and smoke
Only the wolf fits the same teeth on the shelf
Well, I'll fly away through the night bayonets of patrols
I’ll go past walls and doors, I’m unrecognized and fast
They lock animals like people and people like animals
But soon in the dungeon you run into a whip or shot
You are not old and not weak. The years have no power over you
But years sometimes last years and years
So there are no shackles, but people are not ready for freedom
There are a lot of rumors and words, but the people are not ripe for freedom
Well, I'll run away, there is no bean
And in the long run I will find, if possible, the essence, and
May they guard me, may they condemn me in terrible courts
With God, I am not at odds, while others are not righteous judges
With God, I am not at odds, while others are not righteous judges
Well, I'll fly away through the night bayonets of patrols
Past the walls and doors I will travel unrecognized, I am fast.
They lock animals like people and people like animals
And in the dungeon soon you run into a whip or shot.
You are not old and not weak, years have not ruled over you,
But years sometimes last years and years.
So there are no shackles, but people are not ready for freedom,
There are many rumors and words, but the people are not ripe for freedom.
Well, I’ll run away, there’s no bean bob,
And in the distant centuries I will find, if possible, the essence of them.
Let them guard me, let them condemn me in terrible courts:
With God, I am not at odds, while others are not righteous judges
D7 G7 Cm
With God, I am not at odds, while others are not righteous judges.
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