“Как много тех, с кем можно лечь в постель...“ (with English lyrics)

“How many of those with whom you can go to bed ...“ (with English lyrics) Reads S. Korchak “Как много тех, с кем можно лечь в постель...“ Читает С. Корчак Video Сергей Корчак Translation by How many of those ,you can take to bed, How so few of those, with whom you want to wake up... And in the morning, while leaving,turn around, And smile while wave goodbye, And anxiously waiting for a news all day. How many of those, with whom you can simply live, Arguing and talking, drinking coffee in the morning... Someone you go with on weekend to sea, And ,as expected - in happyness and grief To be beside each other... While not in love... The one’s you want to dream together, how few of those! To watch how clouds swarming in the sky, On virgin snow the words of love to write, And only think about one and only person... And greater happiness not to wish for and not to know. How few of those you can be in silence with, Who understand you from unfinished words and half a glance, To one, that you would give without a pity year after year, And for the one, that you can, like a prize, Take any pain and any execution... This is how rigmarole winds it’s way- Easy encounters and painless break ups... All because , that too many of those you can take to bed. All because so few of those you want to wake up with... Translation by D. Popova How numerous are those that you can share your bed with How rare are those you wish to wake up near… And turn around when leaving in the morning And wave goodbye and give a smile, And wait for news in nervousness day long. How numerous are those you just can live with Share morning coffee, talk, debate, Go on a holiday, enjoy the seaside And as intended share all the joys and sorrows with … But not to love… How rare are those you wish to share your dreams with, To watch the clouds drifting in the blue, To write the words of love on silver dew, To think of nothing else but shining eyes And not to wish for greater blessing from the skies. How rare are those you wish keep silent with, Who understands midsentence half a glance Who you devote a year after year to, Enduring any torture // any pain Converting it to gain. And that’s how history repeats itself, The things go on and on again, ‘Cause numerous are those to share your bed with And rare are those you wish to wake up near… How numerous are those that you can share your bed with. How rare are those you wish to wake up near… And life ties us together like a thread Wheels closer saving every shred. We’re running wild: - work, business, life… But one who wants to hear needs to listen Because you only see the bodies on the run, Just keep it down… to see the inner richness. When faced with choice, we use our minds not hearts At times being too shy give back the smiles, And only to that one we open our souls, The one we’d like to wake up close...