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Песня о Войне.
« : Июля 04, 2018, 23:37 »
Нашёл песню группы Мотор Роллер. Песня о Войне. Послушал. Выпал в осадок. Сердце будто кто то сдавил. Захотелось выть от той жизни которую живу и от собственного бессилия, а заодно и от утраты того что было - своей Родины.
Взвыл, затем понимая что ТАКИЕ стихи мне никогда самому не написать перевёл их на Английский. Просто так. Чтобы хоть как-то выпустить ту боль которую разбудила во мне эта песня.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfJcnm1kT9k

All who could sleep avoke at once
Something exploded among stars
I opened window and looked up into the skies
Behind me someone spoke in pain
Just look-here bombers come again
It's just a fireworks- I quietly replied
Whom I responded to? who spoke?
Tonight at home I am alone
My wife went to her mom and should be sleeping tight
I turned around, what a dream
My grandfathers here before me
In nineteen forty five in battle he was killed
The trenchcoat, helmet, S.M.G.
I stood shocked, couldn't even breathe
I shook my head, and waited for this dream to end
But grandpa didn't go away
He asked for water and he stayed
Then He said, "sit, grandson  there is no need to stand"
Across from grandfather I sat
As if at mirror I beheld
I smelled tobacco that I never ever smoked
Grandfather sat there and spoke
Of his tough life, his paths, his war
And how at Oder's shore a bullet spelled his end.
His eyes then darkened, sharp as sword
He sat and didn't say a word
And then with sigh he spoke "My grandson, tell me this.
How come you life's a joyless ruse?
As if your eating your own shoes?
As if your life's is nothing but a sad desease?
I was at loss, when I could speak
I dumped it all in giant heap
That modern men are bunch of nothing but assholes
That I am working for shithead
That honor, descency are dead
ANd there not enough soap to clean up their souls
I screamed and ranted on and on
And then his fist smashed into wall
His firghtening burning gaze seared me right to the bone
"My grandson, take a long hard look
At your own life, is very roots
And then you quickly will have changed your own tune
You were so gifted full of hope.
But traded all of it for gold
You used to search for meaning of your life and now
Your' looking just for playboy's life
Forgot about your son and wife
And Iron wall have risen between them and thou
Is it for all your petty squabbles
For bread and circuses for the rabble
We fought and died against the rabid german dogs
Shame Hitler closed his maddened eyes
You would have understood at once
All of life's preciousness, its beauty and its core
The dawn basked town with its light
And birds were singing outside
The soldier vanished, and then thought came to my mind
Each of us fighting his own war
I do not know who at fault
ANd at such wars, my friends we cant afford to die