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My Heart Doesn't Hurt for You - Surganova and Orchestra

Не тобой болеет сердце – Сурганова и Оркестр (2003)

Surganova and Orchestra is a Russian rock band founded in 2003 as a result of the united creative efforts of Svetlana Surganova and the North Combo music band.

The musical style of Svetlana is hard to desribe in one word. She skilfully combines rock, latino, trip-hop and electronics.

The basis of the group’s repertoire are the songs written by Svetlana herself. Besides, she performes songs on verses of classical poets (I. Brodsky, N. Gumilev, A. Akhmatova, M. Tsvetaeva, O. Mandelstam, F. G. Lorca, J. Beranger) and contemporary authors.

The lyrics for the song “My Heart Doesn’t Hurt for You” were written by Svetlana. This song was included into the album “Is it not me” released in 2003.

Lyrics and translation

  • Не тобо́й боле́ет се́рдце,
    Се́рдце бе́дное не жаль,
    А как в не́бе о́сень пе́рцем,
    В до́ме хо́лод и печа́ль.
    Я укро́ю поцелу́и
    Се́рой ни́точкой дождя́.
    День не ко́нчен, день не на́чат,
    Е́сли ря́дом нет тебя́.

  • My heart doesn't hurt for you,
    I'm not sorry for the the poor heart,
    And like peppered autumn in the sky,
    My house it is cold and sad.
    I'll cover the kisses
    With a gray thread of rain.
    The day is not over, the day is not started
    If you're not around.

  • Не о том, что бы́ло ра́ньше,
    Не о том, что ждёт тепе́рь,
    Не расска́жет мой прия́тель,
    Мой нела́сковый апре́ль.
    Ты пугли́вой ла́нью где́-то
    Промелькнёшь в леса́х мои́х,
    Затума́ненное не́бо разлива́я на двои́х.

  • What happened before,
    Or what awaits us now,
    My reserved friend April
    Will not tell me about.
    You, like a scared deer,
    Will flicker somewhere in my forests
    Pouring the foggy sky for two.

  • Не тобо́ю сон трево́жный,
    А как ста́ну сно́ва петь,
    Го́лос ти́хий, го́лос ло́жный
    На себя́ накли́чет смерть.
    И пойдёт по го́рлу ве́тер,
    И откро́ются врата́.
    Хоть и врозь, но всё же вме́сте,
    Ты живёшь, и я жива́.

  • My dream is perturbed not because of you.
    And when I start singing again
    Quiet voice, false voice
    Will call death upon itself.
    And the wind will go down my throat
    And the gates will open.
    Although apart but still together,
    You live and I am alive.

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