Izvini,brat,chto pishu na moskalskoi move latinskimi bukvami. Ya estonets, ukrainskim yazykom ne vladeyu. Eto nasha punk-rock-banda Vennaskond (Bratstvo). Solist Tõnu Trubetski, talantlivyi muzhik. Privet Ukraini iz Estonii !!! SLAVA UKRAINI !!!ELAGU UKRAINA !!!
@@aleksanderkessel3525 дякую за підтримку,друже.Це новий мій акаунт.Vennaskond..досить самобутня банда,навіть,ні з чим( чи ким) не зрівняти..Але..рарітетна.На носіях Братство,як я розумію,не знайти,на наших теренах..
This IS rough, and does no justice to the lyrics but here is quick translation. These lyrics are kind of psychedelic keep in mind, might give a feel of being google translated but it's not. When autumn comes we'll be gone from here When autumn comes we'll be gone from here When autumn comes we'll be gone from here We're not gonna be here We leave in a spaceship, filled in lights And just as in sky of bright stars when we go from here, if there is no more We're not gonna be here We leave come harvest month last friday . And on local leas and local roads we really, yes really, cant be seen. We're not gonna be here When aspen sheds leaves, still green, to the wind We go where money has no value We go where there is no deprivation We're not gonna be here In evening we're leaving this star system And at all leave this time, this schema. This feeling is bright, this feeling is ugly We're not gonna be here We moving on roads beyond stars And then on this month of harvest, that friday Not here nor there it doesn't matter We're not gonna be here Then after meters and light years beyond we leave faith and life and death behind us. We go where there is no worries We're not gonna be here
the fact that I am not a poet nor a translator, did not stop me from giving it a go: Vennaskond - the cosmos fall On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more We are no longer here we will leave in a lightshow spaceship like a sparkling star you thought you spot in the sky when we’ll be leaving this place, when there is no more we are no longer here we will part in harvest month, it’s last Friday on the leas of this place, and the roads really, yes really, we can no longer be seen we are no longer here when the wind scatters still green leaves of aspen we will go where money is no good we will go where there is no absence we are no longer here we’ll leave in the evening, from this star system we’ll part from the meaning of time, this scene this feeling is bright, this feeling is ugly we are no longer here we’ll move on the backroads behind stars that’ll be on this harvest month, on this Friday not here nor there for that matter, trivially we are no longer here when measure, and the years of light are beyond destiny, life and death are left behind we will go where there is no concern we are no longer here On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more On the arrival of fall, we’ll be here no more we are no longer here (2x)
