Da es nun ja viele kennen werden...
Meinungen können hier geäußert werden. Interpretationen sind wohl etwas schwierig.
Hier nochmal der Text in russischer Aussprache:
Schtiel
Shtiel - veter molchit
Upal beloj chajkoj na dno
Shtiel - nash korabl' zabyt
Odin, v mire skovannom snom
Mezhdu vseh vremen
Bez imen i lic
My uzhe ne zhdem
Chto prosnetsia briz
Shtiel - Da! shodim s uma
Zhara pahnet chernoj smoloj
Smert' odnogo lish' nuzhna
I my, my vernemsia domoj
Ego krov' i plot'
Vnov' nasytit nas
A za smert' emu
Mozhet, Bog vozdast
Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e
Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna
Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit
Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia
Net, grom ne grianul s nebes
Kogda pili krov' kak zver'e
No nesterpimym stal blesk
Kresta, chto my IUzhnym zovem
I v poslednij mig
Podnialas' volna
I razdalsia krik
"Vperedi Zemlia"
Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e
Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna
Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit
Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia
Shtiel - veter molchit
Upal beloj chajkoj na dno
Shtiel - nash korabl' zabyt
Odin, v mire skovannom snom
Shtiel - Da
Da
Chto nas zhdet,
Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e
Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna
Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit
Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia
Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e
Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna
Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit
Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia
Chto nas zhdet, more hranit molchan'e
Zhazhda zhit' sushit serdca do dna
Tol'ko zhizn' zdes' nichego ne stoit
Zhizn' drugih, no ne tvoia
Und die englische Übersetzung:
Calm - the wind is silent
(Calm) has fallen like a white seagull to the bottom
Calm - our ship is forgotten
Alone, in the world held down by a dream
Along all times
without names and faces
We're not waiting anymore,
for the breeze to wake up!
Calm - yeah
We are going mad
The heat smells like black pitch
Only one of us must die
and we'll, we'll come back home
His blood and flesh
will saturate us again
And for his death
maybe God will reward him
What is waiting for us, the sea keeps silent
Thirst to live drives hearts to their bottoms
But life here costs nothing
the life of others, but not yours!
No, the thunder did not burst from the heavens
when we drank blood like wild beasts
but the shining became intolerable
of the Cross that we call Southern *
And during the last instant
a wave rose,
and a shout was heard:
"Land is ahead!"