Nовембер - Самурай - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hey, tea master, brew us something strong.

We're reading poetry here, not some kind of rap.

About brave heroes and monk storytellers.

If you need something simpler, switch the performer.

There are two weaknesses in life – illness and pity.

Everything else is just innocent mischief.

Bushido is the Way, and only then the fight.

The chrysanthemum throne is in the heart, not under the ass.

If you wear a crow's cap, wear it proudly.

Don't be rude to the daimyo, and don't turn your face away.

You can't warm a dead man, you can't fix a lost cause.

Shirabyoshi dance, but only for those who are worthy of it.

And for now, everything is fine.

My income is five thousand koku.

Get used to it, survive.

Kill, die.

Understand, compose.

Don't be sad, samurai.

We had our own era.

Sengoku Jidai.

I hardly smoke, I practice koryu.

I practice with a yari to fuck up my enemies.

And you don't suck either, practice with a bō.

Whoever was rude to a samurai is buried behind the shed.

We are just a shadow in the void, that wasteland is cold.

But in the blind gray gloom, one truth shines.

That the price of peace will only be war.

And we will have to settle the score completely.

Write the word "Fuck" on the wall in calligraphy.

And having reached the limit, write in your biography:

How fighting with enemies convinces you of your strength,

But war with yourself and a bad head is a direct path to the grave.

Glory to the fearless warriors, their katanas are sharp.

Glory to the sensitive poets, their words are so powerful.

The code of honor should not be confused with an article of the Criminal Code. You can take lives, you can change destinies with the skill of a true master.

But otherwise, everything is not bad.

My income is five thousand koku.

Get used to it and survive.

Kill or be killed.

Understand and create.

Don't be sad, samurai.

Let's raise a glass of sake to the era.

The great Sengoku Jidai era.

Kampai!