Отава Ё – Сумецкая (русские частушки под драку)
Otava Yo - Russian ditties for a fight
Otava Yo was formed by Alexey Belkin, Alexey Skosirev and Dmitry Shikhardin in 2004. For inspiration they turned to Russian folk songs - not to the very old ones, but to recent songs and tunes which were popular when their parents were young. After working on its "Russian beat" concept for three years the band released a new album, "Once Upon a Time."
For fun, Otava Yo bases its image on the stereotype of the real Russian man. Witty song introductions emerged with the music, livening up already energetic performances. The band is very popular in its home city of St. Petersburg, playing some 80 concerts a year at various venues and events. 2010 was specially successful - Otava Yo played at several well known European folk festivals, breaking records in festival CD sales and meeting the president of Estonia, made its first music video, and and produced a play based on Russian Christmas songs, which will soon be released on an album as well.
Otava Yo turns Russian folk songs into powerful dance music, a new Russian Beat. The band "can take great concert halls by storm with their Slavic temperament and fire. . . an authentic example of what will happen if a classical Russian Ivan gets into a groove." (Kiviberg, Viljandi Folk Festival)
Lyrics:
Sumetckaya
Ой кто там едет? кто там едет? кто там едет посмотри а? на хромой то на кобыле это наши скобари.
Who is riding? Who is riding? Look, who is riding? These are our skobari riding on a lamemare.
Скобари народ потешный Едут с ярмарки домой. Кто раздетый, кто разутый, Кто с разбитой головой
Skobari are funny people, They come home from the fair - Some are unclothed,some are bare, Some are head broken.
Вы сыграйте мне такого Скобаря потешного, Чтобы брюхо не болело У меня, у грешного.
Do your best and Play me funny "Skobar", Oh make me feel good, so the belly doesn’t ache, Oh have mercy on me, sinner.
Вы сыграйте мне такого, Чтобы ноги дрыгали,_ Чтобы всяки сопленосы Перед нам не прыгали.
Do your best and play so good, So that legs are kicking, And so that snotty punks Wouldn’t jump around.
Это чей там паренёк Выдаёт коленца Не досталось бы ему Осинова поленца. I want to prance, I want to hoof it, But frankly speaking, I want to come to blows Who is that lad, Hopping and dancing, He’d better watch out For an aspen log.
На гулянку собирался, Батька сунул пятачок. Мамка на ухо шепнула: "Не напейся, дурачок!"
I was going for a whoopee, My daddy tossed me a nickel, My mommy whispered: “Don’t get wasted, you little fool!”.
Я отчаянным родился И ничем не дорожу. Если голову отрубят – Я полено привяжу.
I was born reckless, I don’t cherish anything, If my head is chopped off, I will tie a log instead.
Ломаюся, сгибаюся Скажу, что не здоров. Принесите мне пол-литру И не надо дохторов.
I am braking, I am bending. I will say I’m feeling sick, You’d bring me half-a-litter, I need no doctors anymore.
Мы в гробу того видали, Кто нас пьяницей назвал. На свои мы деньги пили, Нам никто не подавал
If you tell us we are drunkards, You can go and bite me, We’ve been drinking on our own money, We got no alms from anyone.
Меня били-колотили, Два кола четыре гири А угадали по плечу - я стою и хохочу
They’ve been beating me, Trying to punch me in the eye, Instead they hit me in the shoulder, So I am standing laughing out loud.
ой не всё же с горя плакать ой не всё же мне тужить дайте маленькое времечко весёлому побыть
I can’t be upset anymore, I can’t weep any longer, Give me some time to be joyful and have fun.
У подружки русы косы ниже пояса вились ох за эти русы косы мы с товарищем дрались
My girlfriend has braids down to her waist, We’ve been fighting with my friend for these very braids.
Ой товарищ мой орёл, ты до чего же меня довёл Довёл до леса тёмного, до домику казённого
You my friend, you proud eagle, See what you’ve done to me, You have brought me to the dark forest, You have brought me to the prison.
Поигралися, подралися – Придётся посидеть. За железной, за решеточкой На волю поглядеть.
We’ve been playing, We’ve been fighting, Now we have to sit behind iron bars, And see the freedom far away.
Петроградская тюрьма С поворотом лесенки. Мы с товарищем сидели – Распевали песенки
The prison of Petrograd, The one with curvy stairs, We’ve been locked up with my friend, We’ve been singing songs with him.
Ты играй, я буду петь – - Не так живот будет болеть. Пускай люди про нас судят – Веселей будет сидеть.
Play, my friend, and I will be singing, So that my belly wouldn’t ache, Let the people judge us, Let’s get merry behind bars.
