Reglas del Foro Lee bien las reglas del foro y busca antes de preguntar para no repetir cuestiones ya tratadas. No se permiten mensajes de contactos personales, sobre scammers o relaciones virtuales, ni mensajes publicitarios o comerciales que no hayan sido previamente autorizados por un administrador
Si hace unas semanas le dábamos caña al hilo "Películas no rusas sobre Rusia", vamos a ver ahora lo que da de sí un hilo de Canciones no rusas sobre Rusia, que hay un puñado.
Creo que Misha, en Los Diarios Rusos de Mijail Antonovich ya escribió sobre el tema; así que con su permiso, lo retomo por aquí.
Para empezar, algo totalmente ochentero: USSR, de Eddie Huntington, con un vídeo terrible y patético, pero es lo que hay
Eddie Huntington - U.S.S.R.
(R.Turatti-M.Chieregato-T.Beecher Hooker)
Day in the night
Taking places in the train to Moscow
Now I'm coming back to drink some iced vodka
Landscape in white
Sun is shining through the icicles
I'm dancing in the snow to balalaikas
Time can go by but the Russian girls
Don't ever seem to leave my mind
Fine don't you see why I should even
Try to leave my heart behind
U.S.S.R. I'm back into the U.S.S.R. (repeat)
Now this time I'm on vacation
And I'm going to have some fun
Rocking in Gorki park
Time can go by but Russian girls
Don't ever seem to leave my mind
Fine don't you see why I should even
Try to leave my heart behind
U.S.S.R. I'm back into the U.S.S.R. (repeat)
Casa Rusia Primero, lee bien las reglas Busca antes de preguntar
Prohibido dar de comer al troll
Hey you, dont tell me theres no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall.
When I left my home and my family
My mother said to me
Son, its not how many germans you kill that counts
Its how many people you set free
So I packed my bags
Brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
Seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl
Took the train to Voronezh
That was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
Bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother Russia
In the summer of 43
And as we drove the germans back
I really believed
That God was listening to me
We howled into Berlin
Tore the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag high
Burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first american
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same kinda farmers face
Said hed come from some place called Hazzard, Tennessee
Then the war was over
My discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
Went to stettiner for the train
Kiev! said the commissar
From there your own way home
But I never got to kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great siberian road
For miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
In a gulag left to die
All because comrade Stalin was scared that
Wed become too westernized!
Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
In 1945
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
The brute will to survive!
Casa Rusia Primero, lee bien las reglas Busca antes de preguntar
Prohibido dar de comer al troll
Hey you, dont tell me theres no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall.
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
Oh, the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, show me round your snow peaked
mountain way down south
Take me to you daddy's farm
Let me hear you balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey
In europe and america, theres a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
Mr. krushchev said we will bury you
I dont subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy from oppenheimers deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
Theres no such thing as a winnable war
Its a lie that we dont believe anymore
Mr. reagan says we will protect you
I dont subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the russians love their children too
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the russians love their children too
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son
(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
Temazo de los Iron Maiden, se titula Mother Russia.
Mother Russia how are you sleeping
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by
Mother Russia
Dance of the czars
Hold up your heads
Be proud of what you are
Now it has come
Freedom at last
Turning the tides of history
And your past
Mother Russia
Dance of the stars
Hold up your heads
Remember who you are
Can you release
The anger the grief
Can you be happy
Now your people are free
La place Rouge était vide
Devant moi marchait Nathalie
Il avait un joli nom, mon guide
Nathalie
La place Rouge était blanche
La neige faisait un tapis
Et je suivais par ce froid dimanche
Nathalie
Elle parlait en phrases sobres
De la révolution d'octobre
Je pensais déjà
Qu'après le tombeau de Lénine
On irait au cafe Pouchkine
Boire un chocolat
La place Rouge était vide
J'ai pris son bras, elle a souri
Il avait des cheveux blonds, mon guide
Nathalie, Nathalie...
Dans sa chambre à l'université
Une bande d'étudiants
L'attendait impatiemment
On a ri, on à beaucoup parlé
Ils voulaient tout savoir
Nathalie traduisait
Moscou, les plaines d'Ukraine
Et les Champs-Élysées
On à tout melangé
Et l'on à chanté
Et puis ils ont débouché
En riant à l'avance
Du champagne de France
Et l'on à dansé
Et quand la chambre fut vide
Tous les amis etaient partis
Je suis resté seul avec mon guide
Nathalie
Plus question de phrases sobres
Ni de révolution d'octobre
On n'en était plus là
Fini le tombeau de Lenine
Le chocolat de chez Pouchkine
C'est, c'était loin déjà
Que ma vie me semble vide
Mais je sais qu'un jour à Paris
C'est moi qui lui servirai de guide
Nathalie, Nathalie
Navidades en Siberia de los Nikis (en EL Imperio Contraataca)
No quiero tener unas Navidades como las de todo el mundo.
El clima de Occidente me hace estornudar.
No lo pienses más, nos vamos a Siberia en un vuelo de Iberia.
Los grados bajo cero no nos detendrán.
No pongas esa cara tan rara, seguro que no pasará nada.
Navidades en Siberia. Navidades en Siberia.
Navidades en Siberia. Navidades en Siberia.
No quiero tener unas Navidades como las de todo el mundo.
El clima de Occidente me hace estornudar.
No lo pienses más, nos vamos a Siberia en un vuelo de Iberia.
Los grados bajo cero no nos detendrán.
No pongas esa cara tan rara, seguro que no pasará nada.
Navidades en Siberia. Navidades en Siberia.
Navidades en Siberia. Navidades en Siberia.
Un viento a treinta grado bajo cero
barría las desiertas avenidas y los campanarios.
A ráfagas heladas de metralla,
desintegraba cúmulos de nieve.
Y los fuegos de la guardia roja encendidos
para echar al lobo, y viejas con rosarios.
Y los fuegos de la guardia roja encendidos
para echar al lobo, y viejas con rosarios.
Sentados en las gradas de la iglesia,
esperábamos tras la misa que saliesen las mujeres.
Mirábamos con expresión ausente
la gracia incomparable de Niyinski.
Y luego de él se enamoró perdidamente su empresario,
y de las danzas rusas.
Y luego de él se enamoró perdidamente su empresario,
y de las danzas rusas.
Con mi generación pasé el invierno,
mujeres encorvadas sobre el telar en la ventana.
Un día en la perspectiva Nevski
me encontré por azar a Igor Stravinski.
Los orinales puestos bajo el lecho por la noche
Cine de Eisenstein por la revolución.
Estudiábamos cerrados en un cuarto,
con débil luz de velas y candiles de petróleo.
Y cuando se trataba de hablar
esperábamos siempre con placer.
Y mi maestro me enseñó
qué difícil es descubrir el alba dentro de las sombras.
Y mi maestro me enseñó
qué difícil es descubrir el alba dentro de las sombras.
Una canción de la polla, que hace muchos años que no escucho.
La Polla Records
Esta historia, que pudo ser verdad,
parece mentira, la vamos a contar...
En la Rusia del bienamado Zar (¡el Zar!)
vivía un aldeano llamado Iván
Trabajando la tierra sin parar,
pasando mucha hambre, sin tiempo pa pensar
Siembra y siembra y siembra que te siembra
y el conde Gorronovicht se queda la cosecha (¡Olé!)
El Curilla pide resignación,
se invita a su casa y se come lo mejor
Allá estaba Iván
Allá estaba Iván
Allá estaba Iván
Un buen día que estaba con la azada,
vinieron unos hombres... le dijeron:
"Camarada, ya no hay amos a quien obedecer,
eres un hombre libre, tenemos el poder"
Piensa y piensa y piensa que te piensa
Iván que poco a poco va haciendose a la idea:
La nobleza ha sido derrocada,
ya no habrá pamplinas viviendo por la cara...
Allá estaba Iván
Allá estaba Iván
Allá estaba Iván
Dando saltos a la pata coja,
la hoz y el martillito en la bandera roja
Con empeño y un poco de atención,
menudas volteretas que da la situación
¡Hurra!
Viktor was born in the spring of '44
And never saw his father anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had a father after Leningrad
Went off to school and learned to serve the state
Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight
The only way to live was drown the hate
A Russian life was very sad
And such was life in Leningrad
I was born in '49
A cold war kid in McCarthy time
Stop 'em at the 38th Parallel
Blast those yellow reds to hell
And cold war kids were hard to kill
Under their desk in an air raid drill
Haven't they heard we won the war
What do they keep on fighting for?
Viktor was sent to some Red Army town
Served out his time, became a circus clown
The greatest happiness he'd ever found
Was making Russian children glad
And children lived in Leningrad
But children lived in Levittown
And hid in the shelters underground
Until the Soviets turned their ships around
And tore the Cuban missiles down
And in that bright October sun
We knew our childhood days were done
And I watched my friends go off to war
What do they keep on fighting for?
And so my child and I came to this place
To meet him eye to eye and face to face
He made my daughter laugh, then we embraced
We never knew what friends we had
Until we came to Leningrad
El grupo aleman Dschingis Khan cantó la canción Dschingis Khan para representar a Alemania en el Festival de Eurovsión del año 1979, donde lograron un honroso cuarto puesto.
La letra en aleman:
Sie ritten um die Wette mit dem Steppenwind, tausend Mann (Haa, Huu, Haa)
Und einer ritt voran, dem folgten alle blind, Dschingis Khan
Die Hufe ihrer Pferde durchpeitschten den Sand
Sie trugen Angst und Schrecken in jedes Land
Und weder Blitz noch Donner hielt sie auf
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Reiter - Ho Reiter - He Reiter - Immer weiter!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
Auf Brüder! - Sauft Brüder! - Rauft Brüder! - Immer wieder!
Lasst noch Wodka holen
Denn wir sind Mongolen
Und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Reiter - Ho Reiter - He Reiter - Immer weiter!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Männer - Ho Männer - Tanzt Männer - So wie immer!
Und man hört ihn lachen
Immer lauter lachen
Und er leert den Krug in einem Zug
Und jedes Weib, das ihm gefiel, das nahm er sich in sein Zelt
Es hieß, die Frau, die ihn nicht liebte, gab es nicht auf der Welt
Er zeugte sieben Kinder in einer Nacht
Und über seine Feinde hat er nur gelacht
Denn seiner Kraft konnt keiner widerstehen
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Reiter - Ho Reiter - He Reiter - Immer weiter!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
Auf Brüder! - Sauft Brüder! - Rauft Brüder! - Immer wieder!
Lasst noch Wodka holen
Denn wir sind Mongolen
Und der Teufel kriegt uns früh genug!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Reiter - Ho Reiter - He Reiter - Immer weiter!
Dsching, Dsching, Dschingis Khan
He Männer - Ho Männer - Tanzt Männer - So wie immer!
Und man hört ihn lachen
Immer lauter lachen
Und er leert den Krug in einem Zug...
