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Евгений Бачурин - Дерева (Деревья)

Treez (The trees)

Дерева вы мои, дерева,
Что вам головы гнуть-горевать.
До беды, до поры
Шумны ваши шатры,
Терема, терема, терема.
До беды, до поры
Шумны ваши шатры,
Терема, терема, терема.

Treez oh my trees ("you my"), treez
Why you should bow your head, mourn/lament.
Up to the misfortune, up to the time
Noisy are your cupolas/domes
/Houses with upper living level/.

Я волнуем и вечно томим
Колыханьем - дыханьем земным,
Что ни день, то весна,
Что ни ночь, то без сна,
Зелено, зелено, зеленым!

I'm nervous ("waved by") and eternally weary ("slightly oppressed by")
By the swaying - breathing of the Earth
(No matter) what the day - then (it's) a springtime,
(No matter) what the night - then (it's) without a sleep,
/It's in the state of being green/, greened by the green

Мне бы броситься в ваши леса,
Убежать от судьбы колеса,
Где внутри ваших крон
Всё малиновый звон,
Голоса, голоса, голоса.

If only I can rush to your forests,
To run away from the wheel of fate,
Where, inside your tree-crowns,
All (the time) (of the) raspberry clinking/twinkling,
Voices, voices, voices.

They say, as if grass under the wind,
My head will not wilt down / droop down,
(Even if) I would be glad to believe
In that, what they are saying,
But ("yes" these are only) words, all (only) words, all words.

За резным, за дубовым столом
Помянут нас недобрым вином,
Да как станут качать
Да начнут величать
Топором, топором, топором!

At the carved, at the oak-tree table
They'll "recall us by the not-good wine" (with unkind word)
And when they'll start to sway
And begin to call-out names
By an ax, with the ax, by the ax!

Ах вы, рощи мои, дерева,
Не рубили бы вас на дрова.
Не чернели бы пни,
Как прошедшие дни,
Дерева вы мои, дерева!

Ah you are my woods-boscage,
(If only) they would not cut-down you for the firewood.
Then, wouldn't be black (-> shining with the black) stumps/stubs,
Like the days past by,
Treez, you're my treez!