*transliterated into latin-based (english) letters:*

poka zemlya yeshche vertitsya,
poka yeshche yarok svet,
gospodi, dai zhe ty kazhdomu,
chego u nego net:
umnomu dai golovu,
truslivomu dai konya,
dai schastlivomu deneg
i ne zabud' pro menya.

poka zemlya yeshche vertitsya
gospodi, tvoya vlast'!
dai rvuschemusya k vlasti
navlastvovatsya vslast',
dai peredyshku shchedromu,
khot' do iskhoda dnya.
kainu dai raskayan'ye
i ne zabud' pro menya.

ya veruyu: ty vse umeyesh',
ya veruyu v mudrost' tvoyu,
kak verit soldat ubityy,
chto on prozhivaet v rayu;
kak verit kazhdoye ukho
tikhim recham tvoim,
kak veruyem i my sami,
ne vedaya, chto tvorim!
gospodi moy bozhe,
zelenoglazyy moy!

poka zemlya yeshche vertitsya,
i yeto yey stranno samoy,
poka ey yeshche khavatayet
vremeni i ognya,
dai zhe tyi vsem ponemnogu
i ne zabud' pro menya.
dai zhe ty vsem ponemnogu
i ne zabud' pro menya.


*but here is the song as it's supposed to be (in russian):*

Пока Земля еще вертится,
пока еще ярок свет,
Господи, дай же ты каждому,
чего у него нет:
мудрому дай голову,
трусливому дай коня,
дай счастливому денег...
И не забудь про меня.

Пока Земля еще вертится —
Господи, твоя власть! —
дай рвущемуся к власти
навластвоваться всласть,
дай передышку щедрому,
хоть до исхода дня.
Каину дай раскаяние...
И не забудь про меня.

Я верую: ты все умеешь,
я верую в мудрость твою,
как верит солдат убитый,
что он проживает в раю,
как верит каждое ухо
тихим речам твоим,
как веруем и мы сами,
не ведая, что творим!

Господи мой Боже,
зеленоглазый мой!
Пока Земля еще вертится,
и это ей странно самой,
пока ей еще хватает
времени и огня,
дай же ты всем понемногу...
И не забудь про меня.



Lyrics submitted by charcoalsketch, edited by Mellow_Harsher

The Prayer of François Villon (Molitva) (Bulat Okudzhava cover) song meanings
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    TranslationHere's the English translation I found on another site:

    As long as the world's still turning,
    As long as the air's still sweet,
    Lord, won't you give to all of us
    Whatever it is we need?
    Give a mind to the wise one,
    A shield to the enemy,
    Give some gold to the happy man,
    And don't forget about me.

    As long as the world's still turning,
    Lord, if it be your will,
    Give to the hungry for power
    A kingdom to rule his fill.
    Give some rest to the generous
    Under a shady tree,
    Wash the stain from the face of Cain,
    And don't forget about me.

    I know that your powers are wondrous,
    I believe that your ways are wise,
    The way that a fallen soldier
    Believes he's in paradise,
    The way every breathing being
    Believes in your gentle word,
    The way, in our utter oblivion,
    We keep on believing, oh Lord.

    My all-wise, my all-merciful,
    My sweet Lord of sea-green eyes,
    As long as the world's still turning
    To its eternal surprise,
    As long as it still has plenty of
    Fire and destiny,
    Give a little to everyone
    And don't forget about me.

    Some background on Villon from Wikipedia: "Francois Villon is the best known French poet of the late Middle Ages. A ne'er-do-well who was involved in criminal behavior and got into numerous scrapes with authorities, Villon wrote about some of these experiences in his poems."
    mister care-too-muchon December 27, 2013   Link

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