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04 Jan 08 - 06:35 AM (#2228099) Subject: Lyr Add: The Wolf Hunt (Russian) From: GUEST,Volgadon One of the great protest songs. By Vladimir Vysotsky. http://www.kulichki.ru/vv/pesni/rvus-iz-sil-i.html chords and audio are there. I won't comment on the meaning. Draw your own conclusions. I will say this, that it was written after some very harsh criticism of Vysotsky appeared in the Soviet press. Îõîòà íà âîëêîâ Ðâóñü èç ñèë, è èç âñåõ ñóõîæèëèé, Íî ñåãîäíÿ îïÿòü, êàê â÷åðà, Îáëîæèëè ìåíÿ, îáëîæèëè, Ãîíÿò âåñåëî íà íîìåðà. Èç-çà åëè õëîïî÷óò äâóñòâîëêè, Òàì îõîòíèêè ïðÿ÷óòñÿ â òåíü. Íà ñíåãó êóâûðêàþòñÿ âîëêè, Ïðåâðàòèâøèñü â æèâóþ ìèøåíü. Èäåò îõîòà íà âîëêîâ, Èäåò îõîòà. Íà ñåðûõ õèùíèêîâ Ìàòåðûõ è ùåíêîâ. Êðè÷àò çàãîíùèêè, È ëàþò ïñû äî ðâîòû. Êðîâü íà ñíåãó è ïÿòíà êðàñíûå ôëàæêîâ. Íå íà ðàâíûõ èãðàþò ñ âîëêàìè Åãåðÿ, íî íå äðîãíåò ðóêà. Îãðàäèâ íàì ñâîáîäó ôëàæêàìè, Áüþò óâåðåííî, íàâåðíÿêà! Âîëê íå ìîæåò íàðóøèòü òðàäèöèé. Âèäíî, â äåòñòâå, ñëåïûå ùåíêè, Ìû, âîë÷àòà, ñîñàëè âîë÷èöó È âñîñàëè: íåëüçÿ çà ôëàæêè! Íàøè íîãè è ÷åëþñòè áûñòðû. Ïî÷åìó æå, âîæàê, äàé îòâåò, Ìû çàòðàâëåííî ðâåìñÿ íà âûñòðåë È íå ïðîáóåì ÷åðåç çàïðåò? Âîëê íå äîëæåí, íå ìîæåò èíà÷å! Âîò êîí÷àåòñÿ âðåìÿ ìîå: Òîò, êîòîðîìó ÿ ïðåäíàçíà÷åí, Óëûáíóëñÿ è ïîäíÿë ðóæüå. Íî à ÿ èç ïîâèíîâåíèÿ âûøåë, Çà ôëàæêè: æàæäà æèçíè ñèëüíåé, Òîëüêî ñçàäè ÿ ñ ðàäîñòüþ ñëûøàë Èçóìëåííûå êðèêè ëþäåé. Ðâóñü èç ñèë, èç âñåõ ñóõîæèëèé, Íî ñåãîäíÿ íå òàê, êàê â÷åðà. Îáëîæèëè ìåíÿ, îáëîæèëè, Íî îñòàëèñü íè ñ ÷åì åãåðÿ! Èäåò îõîòà íà âîëêîâ, Èäåò îõîòà. Íà ñåðûõ õèùíèêîâ Ìàòåðûõ è ùåíêîâ, Êðè÷àò çàãîíùèêè, È ëàþò ïñû äî ðâîòû, Êðîâü íà ñíåãó è ïÿòíà êðàñíûå ôëàæêîâ. AKHOTA NA VALKOF Rvus iz sil, i iz vsyekh sukhazhily, no syevodnya apyat, kak fchyera, ablazhili menya, ablazhili, gonyet vyesela na namera. Iz-za yeli khlopochut dvustvolki, tam akhotniki pryachutsa v tyen. na snyeguy kuvyrkayutsa volki, pryevvratish v zhivuyu mishyen. Idyot akhota na valkof, idyot akhota. na syerykh khishnikof matyorykh i shyenkof. krichat zagonshiki, i layut psy da'rvoty. krof na snyegu i pyatna krasniye flazhkof. Nye na ravnykh igrayut s valkami yegerya, no nye drognyet ruka. agradiv nam svabodu flazhkami, byut uvyerena, navyernyeka! Volk nye mozhyet narushit traditsy. vidna, v dyetstvye, slyepiye shyenki, my, valchata, sasali valchitsu i vsasali: nyelzya za flazhki! Nashi nogi i chyelyusti bystry. pachyemu zhye, vazhak, day atvyet, my zatravlyeno rvyomsa na vystryel i nye prabuyem chyerez zapryet? Volk nye dolzhyen, nye mozhyet inachye! vot kanchayetsa vremya mayo: tot, katoramy ya pryednaznachyen, ulybnulsa i podnyal ruzhyo. No ya iz pavinoveniya vyshel, za flazhki: zhazhda zhizni silnyey, tolka szadi ya s radastyu slyshal izumlyeniye kriki lyudyey. Rvus iz sil, iz vsyekh sukhazhily, no syevodnya nye tak, kak fchyera. ablazhili menya, ablazhili, no astalis ni s chyem yegerya! Idyot akhota na valkof, idyot akhota. na syerykh khishnikof matyorykh i shyenkof. krichat zagonshiki, i layut psy da'rvoty. krof na snyegu i pyatna krasniye flazhkof. THE WOLF HUNT I run with all my might, my sinews bursting but today, just like yesterday, they've surrounded me, surrounded, merrily hunting by turns. From behind the fir trees ring out rifles, the hunters shelter there under the shade. on the snow wolves are flipping head over heels, turned into living targets. The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is on. on silvery predators, mothers and cubs. the beaters shout, the hounds bark until they are near to retching. there is blood on the snow and red markers. The hunters don't play fair with wolves, their hands don't tremble. after restricting our freedom with markers, they fire confidently, that's for sure! A wolf cannot break with tradition. obviously, in our childhood, as blind cubs, we, wolf-cubs, sucked on a she-wolf and imbibed this: going beyond the markers is impossible! (or forbidden) Our legs and our jaws are swift. Why, leader, answer, do we insist on rushing to meet the bullets and don't break through the lines? A wolf shouldn't, he cannot, do otherwise! behold my time is up: the one, to whom I am fated, grinned and raised his gun. But I stopped obeying, to the markers: the thirst for life is stronger, with great satisfaction i could hear the bewildered cries of men. I run with all my might, my sinews bursting but today, unlike yesterday, when they've surrounded me, surrounded the hunters are left with nothing. The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is on. on silvery predators, mothers and cubs. the beaters shout, the hounds bark until they are near to retching. there is blood on the snow and red markers. |
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04 Jan 08 - 09:29 PM (#2228715) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Wolf Hunt (Russian) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Interesting song! Are the translations yours? |
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04 Jan 08 - 09:34 PM (#2228718) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Wolf Hunt (Russian) From: wysiwyg Silvery predators, nice touch. ~Susan |
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05 Jan 08 - 05:41 PM (#2229356) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: The Wolf Hunt (Russian) From: GUEST,Volgadon Yes, mine. Since I'm now not living in Russia, they help keep me in form. Wish I could lay claim to silvery, but Russian actually doesn't have an adjective for grey in quite the same sense as English. |