R*ozhdestvo'94
Koncertnaya programma "Pepel'naya Sreda"
po motivam odnoimennoj poemy T.S.|liota
ispolnena 26.12.94 v teatre "Subbota"
0. ex Ash-Wednesday (T.S.|liot)
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
(Why should the age`d eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink there,
Where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again
...
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And I pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death
...
Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Jorney to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.
...
Where shall the word be found, Where will the word resound?
Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on those sea or on the islands, not on the mainland
In the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice
Will the veiled sister pray for
Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,
Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time,
Between hour and hour, word and word, power and power,
Those who wait in darkness?
Will the veiled sister pray
For children at the gate
Who will not go away and cannot pray:
Pray for those who chose and oppose
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
...
Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father)
Though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty form between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply
Blesse`d sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee.
1. Drevnij |l'f (S.M.Pechkin - Dzh.Stefens)
A: |D6/9|IV |Bb C| |Gm Bb| |Am9| |A7| - |D6/9|IV |Bb C| |Gm Bb| |A7|II -Zapev
S: |D6|IV |C7|II |G7| |Bb/G| -Kuplet
I: |D6/9|VIII |D6/9|IV - |D6/9|IV |D6/9|IV |Am|IV |C|IV |D|IV |S|IV |Am|IV
|D6/9| |E| |F-5|II |G|XVI |Em|XVI - Vstavka
Fin: |D6|IV |Bb C| |Gm Bb| |Am6| |A7| - |D6|IV |Bb C| |Gm Dm U|- Koda
A-C1C2-A-I-A-C3C4-Fin
YA - duh-razrushitel' YA - pervyj obmanshchik
YA - duh-sozidatel' Pritvorshchik lukavyj
Nezhdannyj spasitel' Glaza smotryat vlevo
Krylatyj predatel' A pomysly vpravo
YA - strely i struny YA - med i polova
YA - vetra dyhan'e YAvlyayus' bez zova
YA - koren' unyn'ya CHtob ya pokazalsya
YA - plamen' zhelan'ya Ishchite drugogo
2. Svyashchennoe Ozero Serebryanogo Bobra (A.Pupkin)
R: |Em'''D+7'''''| |C+7'''Hm'''''| |G'''A'''''|
S: (|Em| |A|)IV (|C+7| |G+7|)II - R -Kuplet
C3: (|Em| |A|)IV (|C+7| |G+7|)III - R
R-(|Em| |A|)IV-C1-(|Em| |A|)IV-C2-(|Em| |A|)IV[solo kbd](|Em| |F#m|)IV[solo guit]-C3-(|Em| |A|)IV
Utro. Porozoveli verhushki sosen. Legkie lodki tumana plyvut nad zemlej.
Nasmeshlivyj veter zaputalsya v lapah. Gor'kij zapah nevedomyh trav.
Grustnaya pesnya starogo indejca - osen'. Skol'ko raz ya pytalsya uznat', kto ty takoj,
CHervonnoe zoloto list'ev drozhit v ozhidan'i zimy. Staryj indeec na zacharovannyh beregah?
Kto ty, chelovek u kostra? CHto okruzhaet tebya? Vremya uznat',
Komu poklonyaesh'sya ty na krutyh beregah Gde bog, gde porog.
Svyashchennogo ozera Serebryanogo Bobra? U kazhdogo vremeni est' svoj prorok.
Vremya nesbyvshihsya snov vozvrashchaet lyubov'.
Na beregah Velikih Ozer tishina.
Gde ty, staryj indeec, ohranyavshij bogov?
Gde legkie lodki tumana unosyat v nevidimyj kraj?
CHut' serebritsya voda mezhdu stvolov.
Ozero spit, i ne vidno bobrov.
U kazhdogo vremeni est' svoj porog.
U kazhdogo vremeni - svoj bog.
3. "Rolling Stounz" vsyu noch' (S.M.Pechkin)
A: (|A'' A/G' A/F#'| |E|)IV -Zapev
S: (|A| |E| |F#m| |D|)II |F#m| |D| |A| |E7| |A7| |D7| |A E| |A| -Kuplet
F: |D|II |G| |G D| |A| - Koda
A-C1C2-A[solo guit]-C3-A[solo kbd]-C4-A-F
Vse, kak obychno. Na ulice dozhd', Nautro ya vyjdu - ...! Na ulice sneg,
I on konchitsya tol'ko zimoj. I on konchitsya tol'ko vesnoj.
I mne bezrazlichno, kuda ty idesh', I ty, kak obychno, podvalish' ko mne
A ya otpravlyayus' domoj. I sprosish' menya, chto so mnoj?
YA bolen i zol, ya zamerz i promok, No eto - vopros, nagonyayushchij grust',
I ty ne mozhesh' nichem mne pomoch'. I vdavat'sya v podrobnosti len'.
YA vlezu v kvartiru, zashchelknu zamok Strel'nu belomora ya i ulybnus',
I budu slushat' URolling StounzF vsyu noch'. I budu slushat' URolling StounzF ves' den'.
Na shum sredi nochi pripretsya sosed, I vse, kak obychno - kislotnost' i fon,
Proletarij do kosti mozgov, I povsyudu bushuet oblom,
I stanet orat' pro negashennyj svet I staryj moj dolbannyj magnitofon
I pro nepodmetan'e polov; Otpravitsya skoro na slom.
No vdrug on zavetnyj neset puzyrek, No ya eshche veryu, chto leto pridet,
I vse pechali unosyatsya proch'. I takoe, chto tol'ko derzhis'!
CHego s chelovekom ne sdelaet rok! YA budu slushat' URolling StounzF ves' god,
My budem slushat' URolling StounzF vsyu noch'. My budem slushat' URolling StounzF vsyu zhizn'.
For this could be the last time,
This could be the last time,
May be the last time,
I don't know
6. Aprel'skaya Pesnya (S.M.Pechkin)
S: (|S+7| |Ho E7| |Am7/9| |D7| |F+7 E7| |Am7 D7| |Bb+7/9| |Hm7 E7| - Kuplet
R: (|C| |Fm G)IV - Proigrysh
Fin: (|C C+7 C-7 C+7|)III C U - Koda
(7/8)IV-R[solo kbd]-C1-R[solo guit]-C2-(7/8)IV-R[solo kbd]-C3-R[solo guit]-C4-R-C[solo kbd]-(7/8)IV-Fin
YA nadenu ochki, zavyazhu novyj hvost
I pojdu po stritam, ubeditel'nyj kak Bol'sheohtinskij most.
I, uvidev menya, raspahnut vse zhivotnye rty
I pojmut, chto ya krut; no menya nikto ne uznaet.
Ty sluchajno projdesh' po drugoj storone,
Kak sentyabr'skij dozhd', chto tak nravitsya mne.
YA vzlechu nad zemlej, chtob vniman'em tvoim zavladet',
I k tebe polechu, neuklyuzhe mahaya krylami.
YA, konechno, vlyublyus'; ya sygrayu tebe
Samyj luchshij svoj blyuz s sol'noj partiej na vodostochnoj trube,
I, uslyshav ego, ty pogruzish'sya v sladkuyu grust',
I zaplachesh' sladkoj slezoj, no uzhe budet pozdno.
Potomu chto vesna ne vernetsya k nam vnov';
|ti nochi bez sna, i pechal', i lyubov' -
Vse ujdet navsegda, no nichto ne projdet bez sleda;
I voobshche, vse eto tak neser'ezno...
4. Sinie Koni (S.M.Pechkin)
6/8:
I: (|Em'''' Am''|)IV - (|Em'''' Am''| |Hm|)IV - Vstuplenie
S: (|Em'''' Am''| |Hm|)IV - (|G'''' C| |D'''' C|)III |H|II - (|D|II |Am|II |Em|II |H|II)II |H|VII - Kuplet
R: (|Em'''' Am''|)III |H| |Em'''' Am''| |Em'''' D''| |G| |H| - |H|IV - Pripev
A: (|Em'''' Am''| |Hm|)IV - Proigrysh
Fin: - Koda
I-C1R1-A[solo kbd]-C2R2-A[solo kbd2]-C3R3-Fin
Ty menya pochti ne vidish', Kak prekrasny eti koni!
YA tebya pochti ne znayu, Kak oni sverkayut v nebe!
My ukryty tak nadezhno Po verhushkam elej skachut,
V etom dymu; Po oblakam;
Nichego ty mne ne skazhesh', I igrayut, i rezvyatsya,
Nichego ya ne uslyshu, Tol'ko s vetrom vol'nym sporya,
Nu, a esli i uslyshu, Ulybayutsya chemu-to,
To ne pojmu. Tol'ko ne nam...
A tam, za krasnoj rekoj, A my - my by tozhe mogli,
Tishina i pokoj, Tol'ko nam ot zemli
No my ne tam pokuda: Nikak ne otorvat'sya;
My zabludilis' v puti, My - ot sumy do zimy,
Nas uzhe ne spasti. I vsyu zhizn' uchim my
Nadezhda lish' na chudo: Sovsem drugie tancy.
Sinie koni, sinie koni, Sinie koni, sinie koni,
Zolotye kopyta, glaz-almaz, Ognennoj stali hvosty do zemli,
Sinie koni, ved' vse zabyto - Sinie koni, my vas iskali,
Zachem zhe vy tak pohozhi na nas? My vas iskali, no ne nashli.
I ostalas' nam lish' pesnya,
Slovno krik vechernej chajki,
Poletit ona nad lesom
K vashej strane.
I vy snova priletite,
I nas snova pozovete
Po siyayushchim prostoram
K vechnoj vesne.
K vam my s nadezhdoyu shli
Po prostoram zemli,
Vo t'me puti teryaya;
Vzglyad zolotyh vashih glaz
Neotstupno na nas,
I my dojdem do kraya.
Sinie koni, sinie koni,
Radugi-grivy v'yutsya, legki;
Sinie koni, kak vy krasivy -
Kak vy krasivy, no kak daleki!
Vot takie dela, brat...
5. Bol'nichnyj Son (A.Pupkin/R*ozhdestvo - S.Kirsanov)
1: |Em| |F |
2: |Em| |C|
3: Duet kbd+kbd2
Spi-
chka,
Spi-
rtovka
SHpric s pa-
ntaponom...
Spi, usni
plyvi cherez peschano-pustynnye Spi
v spokojnuyu tepluyu Splyu.
I pust' za spinkoj krovati stoit polnejshaya Spish'.
Bessonnica zaperta na kryuchok
v bessonno urchashchej ubornoj
Splyu shchiv podushku, splyu so spushchennoyu rukoyu
v Snis'
Son - slon, desyat' slonov, sto slonov, son - skladchatokozhee, ogromnokamennoe mnogoslonov'e,
son - ogromnookoe glazouhoshchekonosodyshashchee
splyu
na podushechnoj otmeli snov,
i glaza moi sonnye spyashchericy.
Splyu bez pros'by,
splyu bez prosypa,
Splyu, kak spit, vzdyhaya, gospital',
I - kto doktora,
kto gospoda...
Splyu, kak chumnye seleniya
Spyat i vidyat iscelenie.
Splyu, kak spyat duby stoletnie
pered rubkoj. Kak, po-zayach'i,
Nikakih zabot ne znayushchie,
Spyat v sugrobah zamerzayushchie.
7. Pesnya Rodiny (S.M.Pechkin)
S: |Em|n - (|Am| |Em|)II |Am| |C| |A4| |H4 H7|
R: |Em|XVI
I: (|Em' D' C''|)II |G D| |A4|
(CRI)1-(CRI)2-(CRI)3
Veter gudit v provodah. CHuvstvuesh', kak iz-za zvezd nispadaet na nas pustota? -
Kolesa stuchat, stuchat, stuchat, stuchat po stykam. Nashi kraya tak ogromny, a vozduha malo.
ZHeleznodorozhnyj Gospod' vedet poezda No inogda, na poezdah, popadaesh' v takie mesta,
Krepkoyu myshcej, tajnoj velikoj. Gde zvezdy osobenno zly, a nebo - osobenno alo.
Edem - pod alym nebom, Slyshish' - uzhe ne uhom,
Edem - iz boli v nebyl'. Slyshish' - gluboko i gluho,
Edem - v toske, v smyaten'i, Slyshish' - i kazhdomu nervu bol'no,
Edem - bezhim ot sobstvennoj teni. Slyshish' - i podpevaesh' nevol'no.
My potonuli s toboj v neodolimoj stepi, YA nakonec-to znayu, gde moi rodnye kraya.
Otorvalis' ot zemli i vzletaem vse vyshe i vyshe. Zdes' umirat' ne strashno - zdes' umirat' prostorno.
Pej - ne pej, poj - ne poj, zhdi - ne zhdi, spi - ne spi - Ty ne uchila menya etoj pesne, mama moya,
YA neotstupno slyshu - i ty neotstupno slyshish' Pesne zheleznyh dorog - pesne putej netornyh -
Pesnyu Rodiny. Pesne Rodiny.
I smuglaya devushka na polustanke I krasnye zvezdochki na gorizonte
Popraviv razbituyu vetrom prichesku, Glazami nevedomyh Bogu podstancij
Zaglyanet k nam v dushu i ulybnetsya Smotryat na nas nedobro i dolgo
Ulybkoj zagadochnoj kamennoj baby. I rastvoryayutsya v sumerkah sinih.
Vse my soshli s uma, iscelenie - bred, i ono nas ne zhdet.
Vodka - durnoe lekarstvo ot neudach i somnenij rastlennyh.
My rezhem drug druga tupymi nozhami v tambure, a poezd idet, idet,
I Pesnya lezhit vokrug, i ona ne umeet brat' plennyh.
Edem - rodnoj stranoyu,
Edem - mezh solncem i lunoyu,
Edem - uzhe nebesami,
Edem - kuda, ne znaem sami.
S drevneslavyanskoj zheleznodorozhnoj toskoj,
My zalivaem serdca chernym spirtom i aloyu krov'yu,
V tshchetnoj nadezhde najti kakoj-to pokoj
Edem, i ponimaem, chto zdes' zovetsya lyubov'yu.
Pesnya Rodiny.
Tysyacha let v plackartnom vagone,
Tysyachi tysyach pustyh kilometrov
Sin' tvoih glaz - semaforom otkrytym,
Gde zhe vokzal, na kotorom sojdu ya, gde?
8. YA nikuda ne idu (S.M.Pechkin)
S: (|G| |D| |Em| |C D|)VIII
C-C1-C/2-C2-C/2[solo kbd2]-C/2-C3-C[solo kbd]-C/2
Skol'ko ih vokrug - YA vse padal vniz, i vot - Belyj potolok,
Teh, komu ya nuzhen! YA vyshel k svetu; Kafel'nye steny.
YA razmykayu krug, YA smotrel v karniz, i vot - Dom dlya teh, kto smog
CHto sud'boj byl suzhen. Karniza netu. Vyrvat'sya iz plena.
Tuchi ya prorval, Pust' kuyut zakon, My zaprem zasov,
Kak vesennij dozhdik; Pust' menyayut plat'ya - Budem veselit'sya.
YA s sud'boj igral - YA otpushchen von, Net dlya nas dvorcov -
YA ne budu bol'she, Menya ne dostat' im! Est' dlya nas bol'nicy...
Vse, Vse,
Ostav'te menya, Ostav'te nas,
YA nikuda ne idu. My nikuda ne idem.
Vse,
Ostav'te menya,
YA nikuda ne idu.
9. |stonskaya Pesnya (S.M.Pechkin - YU.Moric)
I: (|Am E|)IV - Proigrysh
A: (|Am| |E|)II |A7 Dm| |Bb+7 Am7| |H7| |E7| - Kuplet chast' A
B: (|Am E|)II |S#m7 C+7| |Hm7 Bb+7| |H7| |E7| - Kuplet chast' B
C: (|Sm7| |G7|)II |H7| |Em7| |A7| |D+7| - (|S7| |Gm7|)II |Bb7| |C7| |H7| |E7| - K. chast' C
I-(A1B1)-A[solo guit]-(A2B2C2)-AA[solo kbd2]-(A3B3C3)-A[solo guit]-(A4B4)-IiV... dim
Vlyubit'sya - para pustyakov.
Osennnij svet iz oblakov.
ZHar-ptice dvadcat' tysyach let,
I za uglom - kofejnya.
CHetyre ili pyat' shagov,
I net dolgov, i net vragov,
I molod v sorok tysyach let,
I za uglom kofejnya.
Svezho li, milyj, vek vdvoem? O chem poet, perevedi,
CHto v imeni tebe moem? - |stonka s hripotcoj v grudi?
Vopros na dvadcat' tysyach let, Uzhel' soshelsya klinom svet,
I za uglom - kofejnya. I za uglom kofejnya?
Navstrechu plut, ves'ma poet, Ty naklonyaesh'sya vpered,
On liho vret: UKakoj duet! I tvoj podstrochnik, net, ne vret:
Ishchu vas sorok tysyach let! V nem etot svet, a takzhe tot -
Zdes' za uglom - kofejnya!F I tam, i tut kofejnya.
A v zazerkal'noj glubine Kak sochen tochnyj perevod!
CHasy-vesy tochny vpolne. On kormit nas ne pervyj god.
Plyus-minus dvadcat' tysyach let, Prokormit dvadcat' tysyach let,
I za uglom kofejnya. Ved' za uglom kofejnya,
My v nej sadimsya u okna Gde mozhno deshevo poest',
Licom k lune, i vremena Prisest' i pesnyu perevest',
SHalyat na sorok tysyach let, I cherez sorok tysyach let
Ved' za uglom - kofejnya. Ee spoet kofejnya.
Vlyubit'sya - para pustyakov,
Razbit'sya - para pustyakov:
Nyrnul na dvadcat' tysyach let,
I za uglom - kofejnya.
Da v nebesah - al'pijskij lug,
Da zolotoj vozdushnyj plug,
Da sprosu net, da snosu net,
Da za uglom kofejnya.
10. Na Rekah Vavilonskih (S.M.Pechkin)
3/4 Dm
Na rekah Vavilonskih my s toboyu, gor'ko placha, sideli;
Vo hrustal'nye vody solenye slezy ronyali;
Mezh zemleyu i nebom, mezh derev'ev, zharkim solncem ubityh;
Na kamnyah nashih belyh, na kamnyah nashih chernyh sideli.
V gorodah nad rekoyu u lyudej byl prazdnik bezzabotnyj,
I na ulicah peli, i vino lilos' rekami zlatymi;
A v cerkvah i soborah svyashchenniki Bogu molilis',
I lampady goreli, i kurilsya tiho sladostnyj ladan.
No prognali nas lyudi, ibo my vesel'ya ih ne delili;
I iz hramov prognali, ibo my postov ih ne soblyudali;
Peli grusti my pesni, i nikto ne zagrustil, ne zaplakal;
Peli radosti pesni, i nikto ne tanceval, ne smeyalsya.
I vernulis' my snova i uselis' na rekah Vavilonskih;
I vodoj klyuchevoyu sol' zemli s goryashchih ran my smyvali;
Delim hleb i lyubov' my, a vody u nas vse vremya s izbytkom;
Pozabytye Bogom, zhdem Ishoda i poem svoyu pesnyu.
11. Pro prirodu (B.O'Pilkin)
S: (|Am E|)VIII (|C G| (|Am E|)III)II - Kuplet
R: |F| |E| (|Am E|)IV - Pripev
(|Am E|)IV-(C1C2R)-C[solo guit]-(C3C4R)-C[solo guit+kbd]-R-(|Am E|)n... dim
Nad pomojkoj proletaet za voronoj vorona, Luchshe ya vam rasskazhu, chto takoe priroda
A v paradnoj muzhichok chitaet ZHorzha Simenona. I otchego my vse zavisim tak ot vremeni goda.
YA na ulice stoyu, mne na moroz naplevati. Ili prosto propoyu pesnyu kolybel'nuyu.
Moi botinki na mehu, a kurtka na vate. Vas k sebe raspolozhu kraskoyu pastel'noyu.
YA by mog vam rasskazat', chto so mnoj vchera bylo. Veter s severa duet holodnyj i kolkij.
No ne mogu narisovat' ya ni slona, ni kobylu. I pod snegom stoyat evkalipty i elki.
Da i, vprochem, risovat' mne ne pridetsya. Uzh davno na yugah pereletnye pticy.
CHerez pyat' minut syuda lyubov' moya vernetsya. Medvezhonok v berlogu otsypat'sya lozhitsya.
O! I nachnetsya... O! Ne spitsya...
12. Navstrechu Solncu (S.M.Pechkin)
S: (|Dm'''Am'|)II |Bb Gm| |Am C| - Kuplet
R: (|Dm C| |F C|)II - Pripev
[intro kbd2, kbd]-C1R-C2R-C[solo guit]-R-C3R-(R)IV[solos]-R[vcs]-
|Dm C| |Dm U[vcs]
YAblokom zemli zhelto-zelenym Malo l' gde ya byl i gde ya ne byl...
YA idu-bredu vverh-vniz po sklonam. V treshchinah mezh tuch ya vizhu nebo.
Ne bedy ishchu i ne udachi. Veter zolotoj zovet v dorogu.
Ne smeyus' uzhe - no i ne plachu. Beskonechen put' - i slava Bogu!
YA idu navstrechu solncu YA idu navstrechu solncu
Malen'kij cvetok v pyli stoletij;
Zolotym luchom mne solnce svetit;
Ni prichin, ni smysla ne ishchu ya,
Lish' idu tuda, gde solnce chuyu.
YA idu navstrechu solncu
Perehod (Koncovka):
|F+7| |Am7/9| |Ab7| |Bb7-5|-
|Gb7| |Fb7| |Dbm7| |Db7|-
|Gbm| |Dbm| |Cbm7| |Ab7|-
|Em| |Am| |Em| |Am|-
|Bb7-5| |C7-5| |D7-5| |EU|
13. Dom na vershine gory (S.M.Pechkin)
S: ((|C Am|)II |F Dm| |Bb Gm|)II - Kuplet
R: (|Am Em|)II |F Dm| |Bb Gm| - Pripev
A: |Am Hm| ||Am/C Hm/D| |Am/E D| |G| - Proigrysh
|A Am|-A-C1R-A-C2R-A[solo kbd]-C/2[solo guit]-C3R-(|Am Hm|)n... dim
YA vyzhdu nachala osennej pory Nal'em my i vyp'em i snova nal'em,
I dvinus' v svoj dom na vershine gory; I pesen krasivyh nemalo spoem,
Vina i s®estnogo s soboj naberu I zvezdy s lunoyu pridut posmotret'
I vystavlyu stol pod sosnoyu; Na nash zatyanuvshijsya uzhin;
Prilyagu na solnce v suhuyu travu I sbrosim s obryva nevernyh druzej,
I vseh, kogo vspomnyu, k sebe prizovu, Frigidnyh krasavic, bezdarnyh sudej,
A esli kogo-to zabudu opyat' - Naslednikov krovi, torgovcev sud'boj
Pust' yavyatsya sami soboyu I vseh, kto nam bol'she ne nuzhen,
V moj dom na vershine gory, I ujdem v dom na vershine gory,
Moj dom na vershine gory, V moj dom na vershine gory,
Gde solnce vstaet iz dal'nih bolot Gde solnce vstaet iz dal'nih bolot
I svetit ves' den' do zakata I svetit ves' den' do zakata
Mne. Nam.
I ya snova vernus' k svoim starym stiham,
Otdav globalizm molodym durakam,
Prodav svoyu smert' za pinkflojda stakan -
Stakana nadolgo hvataet!
I vnov' budu videt' schastlivye sny
I zhdat' utrom nochi, a noch'yu - vesny,
I pust' s kosyakami letuchih konej
Lish' dobrye vesti letayut
v moj dom na vershine gory,
Moj dom na vershine gory,
Gde solnce vstaet iz dal'nih bolot
I svetit ves' den' do zakata
Mne.
14. Gulyali vetry v pole (S.M.Pechkin)
3/4 |Am| |Am| |Am| |C'' Dm'|
Gulyali vetry v pole Gulyali vetry v pole I vol'no bylo v pole
Vo pole nad rekoyu Vo pole nad rekoyu Vol'no vetram gulyati
Nad rekoyu za lesom Nad rekoyu za lesom Vol'no igrati v igry
Za lesom podnebesnym Za lesom podnebesnym Horovody voditi
Gulyali vetry v pole A ya v toj chas byl s nimi Gulyali vetry v pole
Gulyali raspisnye Na tom yuru vysokom Vo pole nad rekoyu
Na yuru na vysokom I pod moyu zhalejku Nad rekoyu za lesom
Vodili horovody Te vetry tancevali Za lesom podnebesnym
Gulyali vetry v pole I tiho bylo v pole Gulyali vetry v pole
Pod oblaki da tuchi I ni zverya ni pticy Oj veselo gulyali
I dereva gudeli I nikto nas ne videl Im bratcam po zabave
I travy kolyhalis' Lish' solnyshko da mesyac A mne na pogibel'
15. Suzanne (L.Cohen)
Suzanne takes you down
To her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Last-modified: Fri, 02 May 1997 13:23:34 GMT