Vladimir Vysotsky - Na nejtral'nej polose (На нейтральной полосе) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Game Of Life

A vision through the lens, the universe unfolds
I’m in a wonderland aya
My ticket in hand, day or night don’t matter
It’s a paradise anytime
 

Hundreds of advanced machineries
Frantic, flashing in full swing Aya
Scanning, we take our strides
A desire to get to the bottom of it
 

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There’s no way to say sorry
Let em cut the line, jump the queue
If they thrust in force
Chased for life
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy... and lemme tell ya
 

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
I wander dusk till dawn
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
 

Every, everybody up, stay down
Everybody gonna stay high
And everybody up, stay down
Everybody come on come and get some
 

Yeah everybody up, and get your hands in the air
Wave em all around like you just don’t care
Got the Brodie on the track and a rolly in the back
Homie know me as the guy who sees a beat and gon attack
 

(Hold up)
 

Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
Bouncy like the Hooper that be busting out the sturdy
It’s the game of life y’all no need to get wordy
AK and JC we make em worry (for real)
 

Wooo...
We can't hold it back...
There's no way to say sorry
I ride it my way like a rollercoaster
Be my own master let the joy pour over
Ohhh ohhh...
Eyy, and let me tell you
 

Game On!
Everybody, game on!
I know no rules
I don’t care what you think the thrill is all mine
We in our own zones slayin’
Get dirty, get dirty, get dirty
 

My homies a bunch, I don’t mind the waiting time
Let it be, whatsoever
I had my fun, my fun is real
Ain’t no lies about it
 

I’m abouta get!
I’m abouta get!
 

I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea
I’m abouta get dirty... Yea yea
 

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)
 

It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It’s the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
It is the game of my life... yeah yeah yeah
(It’s abouta get dirty, get dirty)
 

Villain

Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting
 

Tired of that face, so fake, plotting all day, enough! Give me a break (Figured out the game)
Over with, fooling around, having my best moment, don’t give a dame (Yeah you got that right)
 

Go dazzling, be the central focus (Shining around)
Be the light, climb up the peak to shine (This good night)
 

Yeah it’s my villain era, it’s my time
I can’t care less life and death
Do a little wink, little dance to catch ya
Defying rules, I do not bother
Sparing my time on things I like
It’s my era
 

Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting
 

I’m scared of that chase, hurry, pushing, falling, clashing, wearing me out (Figured out the game)
Exploring, fooling around, rushing, getting broken, I’ve seen enough (Yeah you got that right)
 

I’m a tough boy, be a real boy
Do you wanna join me? Have real joy
If you like it, come and get it
Everybody knows it, just a gambit
I’m a tough boy, be a real boy
Do you wanna join me? Have real joy
If you like it, come and get it
Everybody knows it, just a gambit
 

Yeah it’s my villain era, it’s my time
I can’t care less life and death
Do a little wink, little dance to catch ya
Defying rules, I do not bother
Sparing my time on things I like
It’s my era
 

Inborn dislike against boredom
Come on baby, Imma show you how (yeah)
Having all the fun
In my own way, just straightaway
It’s my era
 

Feeling like a villain (yeah yeah)
No looking back, I must proceed
(From the backseat) (Wait what)
Yeah I’m talking more than feelings (yes I do)
Deep down I know well there’s no halting (You got that right)
 

Beggar

When they see you from afar,
what could they be jealous of?
Of your empty and fake life?
Once the crowd's gone,
you once again embrace loneliness.
Does anyone see, that you aren't happy?
 

Memories and expensive clothes I'll give away
to the poor like a piece of bread.
I'm not one of those women,
to whom you toss change (for them) to get ready!1
 

Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid (piece of) garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain on you!
Be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
 

You're overdoing the alcohol,
you drink and cheat.
You always have some sort of excuse...
During the day, I'm a stranger,
during the night, you fall on my feet.
And all of you, the wealthy, also cry!2
 

Memories and expensive clothes I'll give away
to the poor like a piece of bread.
I'm not one of those women,
to whom you toss change (for them) to get ready!
 

Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid piece of garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain!
(For you) To be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
 

Come on, it's your turn! Go buy another paid piece of garbage,
to ask you everyday if you still love me
Millions in your hands, let them rain!
(For you) To be rich in money, but a beggar in the soul!
 

• 1. ''глася'' means ''I prepare'', ''... getting ready'', ''fit for some purpose'', etc. ''To dress/doll up'' are also correct, as it's the closest to the meaning of the original word
• 2. ''плачете'' is used for multiple people/group, if ''плачат'' was used, it would be ''The wealthy also cry''

Dance, maiden, dance

Dance, maiden, dance, maiden, dance,
to what I’m singing
dance, gentle girl, dance, gentle maiden,
to what I’m singing.
Whirl around lightly, buoyantly to the sound,
the sound of the waves of the sea.
Feel the affectionate sighing
of the frolicking breeze
that speaks to the heart
in a languishing tone,
and that invites you to a dance
without ceasing, without ceasing,
that invites you to a dance.
Dance, gentle girl, dance, gentle maiden,
to what I’m singing.
 


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