Thursday, May 7, 2020

Дни Как Звук Отшумят — Days, Like a Sound



Дни Как Звук Отшумят, written by the Rusavuks.  It is track #14 on their album, Жизни Река Бежит (The River of Life Flows)  The lead sheet (in Russian) may be found here.



Дни, как звук, отшумят,
Dni, kak zvuk, otshumyat,
Days, like sound, will make noise
И исчезнут вдали.
I ischeznut vdali.
And will disappear afar.
В синем небе летят
V sinem nebe letyat
In [the] blue sky fly
Над землей журавли.
Nad zemley zhuravli.
Above earth cranes.

В журавлином пути
V zhuravlinom puti
In crane-like way
Быстрый бег твоих лет,
Bystryy beg tvoikh let,
Fast running [of] your years,
И оставишь ли ты
I ostavish' li ty
And will leave/abandon you
И оставишь ли ты
I ostavish' li ty
And will leave/abandon you
На земле добрый след.
Na zemle dobryy sled.
On earth [a] good trail.

Как пройти этот путь,
Kak proyti etot put',
How to pass this way,
Чтобы что-то отдать,
Chtoby chto-to otdat',
So to something give away
Людям счастье вдохнуть,
Lyudyam schast'ye vdokhnut',
People happiness inhale,
Веру не потерять.
Veru ne poteryat'.
Faith not lose.

Пусть же юность твоя
Pust' zhe yunost' tvoya
May [your] youth [be] yours
Ярким светом горит,
Yarkim svetom gorit,
[With] bright light burn,
И крупицы добра
I krupitsy dobra
And bits [of] good
И крупицы добра
I krupitsy dobra
And bits [of] good
Людям щедро дарит.
Lyudyam shchedro darit.
[to] people generously give.

Словно цокот копыт
Slovno tsokot kopyt
As though clatter [of] hooves
Дней земных череда
Dney zemnykh chereda
[of] days [of] earth's succession
Время быстро летит
Vremya bystro letit
Time quickly flies
Убегают года.
Ubegayut goda.
Flee [the] years.

Как туман поутру,
Kak tuman poutru,
Like fog in morning
Что возник на полях
Chto voznik na polyakh
That arises on fields
И исчезнет в жару
I ischeznet v zharu
And disappears in heat
И исчезнет в жару,
I ischeznet v zharu,
And disappears in heat
Так и юность твоя.
Tak i yunost' tvoya.
So and [is] youth [of] yours.




A Better English Translation


Days, like sound, will make a noise
And will disappear afar.
In the blue sky above earth
cranes fly.


In a crane-like way
Fast running of your years,
And you will leave
And you will leave
On earth a good trail.


How to pass this way,
So to something give away
People happiness inhale,
Faith does not lose.


May your youth be yours
With bright light burn,
And bits of good
And bits of good.
To people generously give.


As though clatter of hooves
of the days of earth's succession,
Time quickly flies,
Flee [the] years.


Like fog in morning
That arises on fields
And disappears in heat
And disappears in heat
So is your youth.







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