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Фотовыставка Виктора Фиронова с 9 по 28 июня 2011. Галерея "Нагорная"...Москва ул.Ремизова д.10

"She swooshed by" (aka Whistled By) Translation by DoubleRu: She swooshed by and dropped on the table, Ate a bit and rolled down into the ashes Of murdered songs. I've got nothing to lose, The world is so small, let me hug you, brother! Demons everywhere, so let her rip, bro! Just an hour left but there's no pity for what's burned. Angels and cornflowers in the fields, And we are free, there's no cinder or anguish. Sashka and Ilya will welcome us to Heaven, There'll be bread and vodka(*) - no way to skip it! Why should we cry? It isn't shameful, so don't angst, Paradise ain't no mire, and blizzard is our heaven. We'll tell you everything: of dawn and dusk, Of ashen mountains, and of bitter marmalade, Which we ate up after the war ended, And how our Motherland locked us away. She swooshed by and dropped on the table, Ate a bit and rolled down into the ashes Of murdered songs. I've got nothing to lose, The world is so small, let me hug you, brother! (*) Actually, Shevchuk says "100 grams" which is a Russian idiom for "a 100 gram glass of vodka". ------------------------------------------- (Translation by ana) Whistled by and fell on the table, Ate a little and rolled down the cinder Of murdered songs, yes - I've nothing to lose. The world is so small, brother, let me hug you! Devils everywhere - hit the pedal, brother! An hour till death, but no pity for the burned. In the open fields - angels and cornflowers, And we're free, and there's no burning and no longing. In the sky Sashka and Ilya will meet me, There'll be bread enough, and a 100 grams - can't go without them! Why should we cry, - there's no shame, why should we suffer? Paradise isn't mire, - our blizzard is heaven! We'll tell everything - of the sunrise and the sunset, The mountains of cinder, and the bitter marmalade, That we ate up as we finished the war, And of how we became prisoners of our Motherland. Whistled by and fell on the table, At a little and rolled down the cinder Of murdered songs, yes - I've nothing to lose. The world is so small, brother, let me hug you! http://russmus.net/band.jsp?band=DDT -------------------------------------------- /Просвистела/ Просвистела и упала на столе, Чуть поела, да скатилась по золе Убитых песен, да - мне нечего терять. Мир так тесен, дай-ка, брат, тебя обнять. Всюду черти - надави, брат, на педаль. Час до смерти, да сгоревшего не жаль, А в чистом поле - ангелочки, васильки. Мы на воле, и нет ни гари ни тоски А на небе встретят Сашка да Илья, Хватит хлеба, да сто грамм - без них нельзя. Что нам плакать, там не срам, чего страдать. Рай не слякоть, вьюга наша благодать. Все расскажем про восход и про закат, Горы сажи да про горький мармелад, Что доели, когда закончили войну. Да как сели мы на Родине - в плену. Просвистела и упала на столе. Чуть поела да уснула на золе Убитых песен, да мне нечего терять. Мир так тесен, дай-ка, брат, тебя обнять. ------------------------------------------------- Yuri Shevchuk, Rustam Asanbaev, Gennady Rodin, Vladimir Sigachev, and Rustam Karimov founded the band in the summer of 1980. Due to a lack of means for recording, the band remained silent until 1982. In the Spring of 1982, the group competed in a contest called Золотой Камертон (or "Golden Tuning Fork"). They won the competition with the song "Не стреляй." In the same year, the group published their first album - Свинья на радуге. After this album was released and the band gained some fame, they attracted the attention of the KGB and their album was declared forbidden. The group was forced to go underground. As the band's fame grew, so did hostilities from the government. Finding it difficult for the band members to find work in Ufa, Shevchuk moved to Sverdlovsk (now Yekaterinburg) and played with the band Урфин Джюс. In 1985, Shevchuk moved to Moscow. In March of the same year, he held a concert in Leningrad (now St. Petersburg). In 1987, Shevchuk rebuild the band, now including Nikita Zaitsev, Vadim Kurylev, Andrei Vasiliev…