Владивосток 2000 на английском
(Vladivostok Two Thousand)
Владивосток 2000 на английском
(Vladivostok Two Thousand)
Author:
МуzаТролля
With grenade in my pocket,
Holding it in the hand
I heared the sea-gulls singing
In the language of my land.
I came up closer calmly,
Not hiding - I'm no thief.
The wheels were sadly looking
In the sky with disbelief.
When mist has faded away
And the moon moaned in grief
The young wife never came back
From her hard night shift.
The water will be poisoned,
The light and sound will die.
I won't be coming back to you -
What kind of friend am I!
Chorus
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
The times will soon get lousy!
Dear is shaking, in ecstasy breaking
Vladivostok Two Thousand!
In the embrace of drunken women
Our sailors perished.
They tore up their sailor suits
And pricked right on the chest.
My heart will soon be stopping,
You will not hear its bangs.
You've danced your very last dance
Already with no hands.
May be they'll dig out
In thousands of years
In chewing-gum wrappers
And in splitters of coins.
Where whole shore was licked
Without touching the wave
Where tracks were climbing out
Of the pocket of land.
Chorus
