mne v okno.
I ty prekrasna, kak den',
No mne nadoelo obrashchat'sya k tebe na "Vy",
Tak ne plach' obo mne, kogda ya ujdu
buchat'sya v dveri travy.

        Desyat' strel

 G                   C     Hm
Desyat' strel na desyati vetrah,
G                      C      Hm
Luk, spletennyj iz vetvej i trav.
  Am     C         G
  On pridet izdaleka,
  Am      C          G
  Mech dozhdya v ego rukah.

Belyj volk vedet ego skvoz' les,
Belyj grif sledit za nim snebes,
  S nim pridet edinorog,
  On chudesnej vseh chudes.

Desyat' strel na desyati vetrah,
Luk, spletennyj iz vetvej i trav.
  On pridet izdaleka,
  On chudesnej vseh chudes.
  On vojdet na tvoj porog,
  Mech dozhdya v ego rukah.


        Platan

 E                 A        H7
  Zud telefonov, svyazki klyuchej.
 E                                A
  Ty vyjdesh' za dver', i vot ty snova nichej.
 E                     A       H7
  ZHelch' porazhenij, pohmel'e pobed,
 C                        A6      H7
  No chem ty zaplatish' za vodu nich'ej?          A6

 C#m             A                             |----|--X--|-
  YA hotel by opirat'sya o platan,               |----|--X--|-
 C                   H7                        |----|--X--|-
  YA tak hotel by opirat'sya o platan,           |----|--X--|-
     E       A             H7      C A6 E H7   |----|-----|-
  A tak mne kazhetsya, chto vse eto zrya.          |----|-----|-
                                                 I     II
  Svoi zakony u derev'ev i trav.
  Odin iz nas vesel, drugoj iz nas prav.
  Prekrasnoe bratstvo, o, dostojnyj monah,
  S korostylem, zashitym v shtanah.
  A ya hotel by opirat'sya o platan,
  YA tak hotel by opirat'sya na platan,
  A tak mne kazhetsya, chto vse eto zrya.

  S meshkom kefira do velikoj steny
  Idesh' za nim, no ty ne vidish' spiny,
  Vstretish' ego, ne vidish' lica,
  Zabud' nachalo - i ty lishish'sya konca.

  A ya hotel by opirat'sya o platan,
  YA tak hotel by opirat'sya o platan,
  A tak, ty znaesh', mne kazhetsya, chto vse eto zrya.

  Torzhestvenny klyatvy do luchshih vremen.
  YA p'yu za vernost' vsem bogam bez imen,
  YA p'yu za vas, moya lyubov', moi druz'ya,
  Zaviduyu vashemu znaniyu, chto ya - eto ya.
  No budet vremya, ya oboprus' o platan.
  A tak, ty znaesh', mne kazhetsya, chto vse eto zrya.


        - SHary iz hrustalya

  CHem ty byl zanyat - ya lilsya kak voda?
  CHto ty prines, chto ischeznet bez sleda?
  Pesni bez celi, pesni bez styda,
  Spetye, chtoby unyat' tvoyu pechal'.
  CHto nam podvlastno - granitnye polya,
  Pticy iz pepla, shary iz hrustalya.
  Tam, gde my shli, tam lish' nebo da zemlya,
  No veter pridet, i nas uzhe ne zhal'.



        YAblochnye dni


F      G          C    F    G          C
Oni govorili vsyu noch', ya govoril, kak vse.
F             G           C      C*       Am
No, pravdu skazat', ya ne znayu, o chem shla rech',
        F             G
YA byl zanyat drugim - tem, naskol'ko ty blizko ko mne.
F           G         C   F           G       C
I ya mogu skazat' tebe to, to,chto ty znala vo sne.
F      G            C       C*       Am
YA priglashayu tebya rabotat' vmeste so mnoj,
      F   G  F             G      C
Priblizhaya   nastuplenie yablochnyh dnej.

YA mog by kupit' tebe dom po etu storonu dnya,
No chtoby idti skvoz' steklo, nuzhno vladet' soboj,
A eto odno iz teh kachestv,kotoryh net u menya.
No kto-to igraet, i ya dolzhen pet', i s kazhdym dnem vse sil'nej.
Moe oshchushchenie, chto eto prosto moj metod lyubvi, i
YA ozhidayu nastupleniya yablochnyh dnej.

U etoj nauki net knig, no kto pishet knigi vesnoj?
I esli, zakryv glaza, smotret' na solnechnyj svet,
To mozhno uvidet' kogo-to iz teh, kto rabotaet vmeste so mnoj.
I derev'ya, rastushchie zdes',rastut iz drevnih kornej.
Ty sprashivaesh' menya, zachem kapitany stoyat na bashnyah?
Oni priblizhayut nastuplenie yablochnyh dnej.

   I   C*
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 |---|---|---|-



        Gorod zolotoj  muz.Vladimir Vavilov, sl.Anri Volhonskij

 Na  plastinke "Lyutnevaya muzyka XVI-XVII vekov" 1972 g. avtorom p'esy ukazan
muz.Franchesko(Kanova) da Milano "Kancona i tanec" odnako on  etoj  p'esy  ne
pisal.
 Muzyku  na  etoj  plastinke  sochinil  (primerno  v  1968-68  gg) i ispolnil
Vladimir Fedorovich Vavilov (1925 - 11.03.1973), podpisav avtorami  izvestnyh
starinnyh kompozitorov.

 Tekst  pod  nazvaniem  "Raj"  (Nad  nebom  golubym...) napisal Anri(Andrej)
Volhonskij v noyabre 1972 na motiv p'esy "Kancon  i  tanec"  s  vysheukazannoj
plastinki.  Slova  pesni naveyany chteniem Biblii - Knigi Iehezkielya - Videnie
Nebesnogo Ierusalima i atmosferoj v masterskoj B.  Aksel'roda.
 Pervym  ispolnitelem  pesni byl Aleksej Hvostenko, ot kotorogo ee uslyshal i
nachal pet' Grebenshchikov.

 Podrobno ob avtorstve pesni: Zeev Gejzel' "Istoriya odnoj pesni"
 http://bujhm.livejournal.com/163920.html      ˇ      http://bujhm.livejournal.com/163920.html





 a   c h   a g# a h^c^a c     e d   c h c  c^h^e
Pod nebom golubym       est' gorod zolotoj
    e  f  e d  c h c d e^f e  de   d  h  g#^e
S prozrachnymi vorotami   i yasnoyu zvezdoj,
     Am  E      Am
A v gorode tom sad, vse travy da cvety,
   Dm                  E7        Am
Gulyayut tam zhivotnye nevidannoj krasy:

     A7            Dm
  Odno, kak zheltyj ognegrivyj lev,
      G          C
  Drugoe vol, ispolnennyj ochej,
     Dm                  F  E
  S nimi zolotoj orel nebesnyj,
                             FE Am/ e c h a g# a
  CHej tak svetel vzor nezabyvaemyj.

A v nebe golubom gorit odna zvezda.
Ona tvoya, o angel moj, ona tvoya vsegda.
Kto lyubit, tot lyubim, kto svetel, tot i svyat,
Puskaj vedet zvezda tebya dorogoj v divnyj sad.
Tebya tam vstretit ognegrivj lev,
I sinij vol, ispolnennyj ochej,
S nimi zolotoj orel nebesnyj,
CHej tak svetel vzor nezabyvaemyj.

Am
-------------------0-------------0---1-0-----------1-0-----------0--------
-1-0-------0-1-------3-1-0-1-1-3---------3-1-0-1-3-----3-1-3-0-----0------
-----2-1-2-----2-------------------2---------------------------1----------
-2---------------2-2-----------------0--------------------------------5-5-
0--------0-----0------------------------------------------------------4---
----------------------------------------------------------------------5---

------------------------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------3-1-0---------------3-1-0---------
--------------2-------------------0-------2-------2-2-1-------2-------2-2-1-2-
----5-5-3-2-3---3-3-----3-3-2-1-2---0-2-3---------------0-2-3-----------------
--4-------------2-----2-------------------------------------------------------
5---------------3---3---------------------------------------------------------


         * RAVNODENSTVIE *                          (p)1987


        1. Ivan-chaj

Pripev:
    E          H        E   H   E           H        G#m
      Poka cvetet ivan-chaj,        poka cvetet ivan-chaj,
    C                  E                 A               F#m
      Mne ne nuzhno drugih knig, krome tebya, mne ne nuzhno,    mne ne nuzhno.

 H
    Voz'mi snezhno belyj holost,
 G#m       F#                 E       (F#)
    Tron'      ego zelenym i zheltym,
 H       A              G#
    Oslepitel'no sinim;
 E                    G            F#
    sdelaj derev'ya, i   oni tebe skazhut

 C#m7                 F#
    kak vse, chto ya hotel,
                A         G#
    Stanovitsya vetrom, i veter celuet vetvi.
 E                  F#
    I ya govoryu: spasibo za etu radost' !
 A                H
    YA povtoryayu: spasibo za etu radost' !


      Pripev

I eto sovershennyj metod -
ZHalko, chto nam ne hvataet terpen'ya.
No eto sovershennyj metod -
Rano ili pozdno, my opyat' budem vmeste,

I to, chto bylo bol'no, stanet kak veter,
I plamya sozhzhet mne serdce,
YA povtoryu: spasibo za etu radost' !
YA povtoryayu: spasibo za etu radost' !

/* proigrysh:  C   Am   C   Am
C   Am   C   H      */
E ...

     Poka cvetet ivan-chaj, poka cvetet ivan-chaj,
     Mne ne nuzhno drugih knig, krome tebya, mne ne nuzhno, mne ne nuzhno.


        2. Velikij dvornik
  C       C7

           F                F                                   Dm  C7
	Velikij dvornik, velikij dvornik v polyah beskonechnoj rosy,
           F                F        Dm         Dm
	Velikij dvornik, velikij.

 C7                        F
    Oni dogonyat nas tol'ko esli my budem bezhat',
 C7                 F
    Oni najdut nas, esli my spryachemsya v ten'.
 Em                     G
    Oni ne vlastny nad tem, chto po pravu tvoe,
 Dm                     B          C
    Oni ne tronut tebya,   oni ne tronut tebya.


           F                F                                   Dm  C7
	Velikij dvornik, velikij dvornik v polyah beskonechnoj rosy,
           F                F        Dm         Dm
	Velikij dvornik, velikij.

      C     F      C     Em

  G                             F
    Vechnye sumerki vremeni s odnoj storony,
  B                        C
    Velikoe utro s drugoj,   velikoe utro s drugoj...


  /* proigrysh:  F       F         Dm
                F       F         Dm       */


  G            F# (bas)           F        Em
    Nikto ne tronet nas na teh polyah,
  C#                       C
    Nikto ne tronet tebya, nikto ne tronet tebya.

	Velikij dvornik, velikij dvornik
	V polyah beskonechnoj rosy,
	Velikij dvornik, velikij.



        - 3. Nablyudatel'

Zdes', mezhdu dvuh rek - noch'.
Na drevnih holmah,
Lezha v holodnom peske, zhdet nablyudatel',
On znaet, chto prav.
On nepodvizhen i pryam, skryt v kustah ego siluet.
Veter kachaet nad nim vetvi, hotya vetra segodnya net.

Noch' kruzhitsya v takt plesku voln, blesku zvezdy,
I nablyudatel' usnul, ubayukannyj pleskom vody.
Noch' pahnet kostrom, tam za holmom - otblesk ognya,
CHetvero smotryat na plamya, neuzheli odin iz nih ya?

Mozhet byt', eto byl son, mozhet byt', net - ne nam eto znat'.
Gde-nibud' blizhe k utru nablyudatel' prosnetsya,
                      chtoby otpravitsya spat'.


        4. Partizany polnoj luny

Vstupl: F,G

 G               F         Cm       G
Tem, kto derzhit kamni dlya dolgogo dnya,
              F      Cm        G
Brat'yam vinograda i sestram ognya,
           D
O tom, chto est' vo mne,
    C           Cm           G
No radostno ne tol'ko dlya menya

F         Cm       G
YA vizhu priznaki velikoj vesny:
              F         Cm    Em
Serebryannoe plamya v nochnom nebe.
             D
U nas est' vse, chto est',
     C            Cm           Em
Prishla pora - otkroem li my dveri?

       .........
 Em C          D             G
Vot edut partizany polnoj Luny -
  C         D
Moe mesto zdes';
 Em C          D             G
Vot edut partizany polnoj Luny -
  Em      C    D
Puskaj ih edut!


     U nih est' znaniya na tom beregu,
     Belye oleni na chernom snegu.
     YA znayu vse, chto est', lyubov' moya,
     No razve ya mogu ?
     Tak kto u nas nachal'nik i gde ego plet',
     Strah - ego prazdnik, i vina - ego set'.
     My budem tol'ko pet', lyubov' moya,
     No my otkroem dver'.

     Vot edut partizany polnoj luny,
     Moe mesto zdes'.
     Vot edut partizany polnoj luny,
     Puskaj...

     Vot edut partizany polnoj luny,
     Moe mesto zdes'.
     Vot edut partizany podpol'noj luny,
     Puskaj ih edut.


        - 5. Lebedinaya stal' 

Voz'mi v ladon' pepel, voz'mi v ladon' led.
|to mozhet byt' sluchaj, eto mozhet byt' dom,
No vot tvoya bol', tak puskaj ona stanet krylom,
Lebedinaya stal' v oblakah eshche zhdet.

YA vsegda byl odin, v etom pravo strely,
No nikto ne byvaet odin, dazhe esli b on smog,
Puskaj nash cvet glaz nenadezhen, kak martovskij led,
No my stanem kak son, i togda sny stanut svetly.

Tak voz'mi v ladon' klever, voz'mi v ladon' med,
Pust' ohota, letyashchaya vsled, rastaet, kak ten'.
My prozhili noch', tak posmotrim, kak vyglyadit den',
Lebedinnaya stal' v oblakah - vpered!


        6. Adelaida

 Am              Em
Veter, tuman i sneg.
 Am               Em   Am,Em,C
My - odni v etom dome.
    C               G            Am,G,F
Ne bojsya stuka v okno - eto ko mne,
     F        Em
|to severnyj veter, my u nego v ladonyah.

 C  G                     Am   Am,Em,C
No severnyj veter - moj drug,
C/A                   Em
On hranit vse, chto skryto.
C           G
On sdelaet tak,
          Am                 Em
CHto nebo budet svobodnym ot tuch
 F
Tam, gde vzojdet zvezda
     Em
Adelaida.

YA pomnyu dvizhenie gub,
Prikosnoven'e rukami.
YA slyshal, chto vremya stiraet vse.
Ty slyshish' stuk serdca - eto kosa nashla na kamnen'.
I net ni pechali, ni zla,
Ni gorechi, ni obidy.
Est' tol'ko severnyj veter,
I on razbudit menya
Tam, gde vzojdet zvezda
Adelaida.

        7. Zoloto na golubom 

 G*       G/D        G/Em7                G/C G/D  G/C,G/D
Te kto risuyut nas, risuyut  nas krasnym na serom
 G*         G/D    G/Em7          G/C  G/D,G/C,G/D
Cveta kak cveta, no ya govoryu o drugom,
 G/C       G/D     G/C      G/Em7      G/C
Esli by ya umel eto, ya narisoval  by tebya
                G/D     G/C      G/D  G/C     G*
Tam, gde est' zelenye derev'ya i zoloto na golubom.

    Mesto, v kotorom my zhivem, v nem dostatochno sveta,
    No kazhdyj zakat serdce poet pod steklom.
    Esli by ya byl plotnikom, ya sdelal by korabl' dlya tebya,
    CHtoby uplyt' s toboj k derev'yam i k zolotu na golubom.

    Esli by ya mog lyubit', ne trebuya lyubvi ot tebya,
    Esli by ya ne boyalsya i pel o svoem,
    Esli by ya umel videt', ya uvidel by nas tak, kak my est',
    Kak zelenye derev'ya s zolotom na golubom.


     G/Em7
|---|---|-x-|
|---|---|-x-|
|---|---|---|
|---|---|---|
|---|-x-|---|
|---|---|---|

        8. Derevo

 D   Hm   G   A
      D    Hm  G        A         D  Hm  G  A
Ty - derevo,      tvoe mesto v sadu,
 Hm     F#m       G        A         D  Hm  G  A
  I kogda mne temno, ya vhozhu v etot sad.
      D    Hm  G         A        F#m   C(III) G  F#m
Ty - derevo,    i ty u vseh na vidu,
 Hm       F#      Hm        F#m     G
  No esli ya budu dolgo smotret' na tebya,
                    B  A
Ty uslyshish' moj vzglyad.

Ty - derevo, tvoj stvol prozrachen i chist,
No ya kasayus' rukoj i ty slyshish' menya.
Ty - derevo, i ya kak osinovyj list,
No ty rebenok vody i zemli, a ya - syn ognya.

    YA budu zhdat' tebya tam, gde ty skazhesh' mne,
    Tam, gde ty skazhesh' mne,
    Poka eta krov' vo mne i veter v tvoih vetvyah,
    YA budu zhdat' tebya, zhdat' tebya.

Ty - derevo, tvoya listva v oblakah
No vot list proletel mimo lica
Ty - derevo, i my v nadezhnyh rukah
My budem zhdat', poka ne konchitsya vremya,
                                i vstretimsya posle konca.


        - 9. Ocharovannye toboj

Ocharovannyj toboj, moj les, oslepitel'nyj sad
Nepodvizhnyj i pryamoj vse dni,
Kto mog znat', chto my nikogda ne vernemsya nazad,
Odnazhdy vyjdya iz dverej.

Ocharovannyj toboj, ya nichego ne skazhu,
Mezhdu nami net stekla i nechego bit'
Kto mog znat', chto nam,
Nam budet nechego pit',
Hotya voda techet v nashih rukah.
Skazhi mne hot' slovo, ya hochu slyshat' tebya...

I ostavlennyj odin, bezzashchiten i smyat,
|tot vybor byl za mnoj i ya prav.
Vot moj dom, moj oslepitel'nyj sad
I otrazhen'ya yasnyh zvezd v temnoj vode,
                         v temnoj vode,
                              v temnoj vode...


        10. Pokolenie dvornikov

     D
Pokolenie dvornikov i storozhej
     D                                          Hm
Poteryalo drug druga v prostorah beskonechnoj zemli
                    G
Vse razoshlis' po domam
         D                   D
V nashe vremya, kogda kazhdyj tretij-geroj
                 Hm                    G            G
Oni ne pishut statej, oni ne shlyut telegramm
  A               D                   G
Oni stoyat kak stupeni,
         A            D                           G
Kogda goryashchaya neft' hleshchet s etazha na etazh
     A                   D                        G
I otkuda-to im slyshitsya penie
           D             A                  A
I kTO ya takoj chtoby govorit' im, chto eto mirazh

          instr:    G G D A
                          ^barre na 5m ladu

My molchali kak cuciki poka shla torgovlya vsem,
    chto tol'ko mozhno prodat',
Vklyuchaya nashih detej
I otravlennyj dozhd' padaet v gniyushchij zaliv
A my vse eshche smotrim v ekran
My vse eshche zhdem novostej
I nashi otcy nikogda ne solgut nam,
Oni ne umeyut lgat'
Kak volk ne umeet est' myasa
Kak pticy ne umeyut letat'

        proigrysh (tablaturka)
7--55-----237--55-----32020-------20-0---------------- 1 struna
-----------------------------33-----3-3--------------- 2 struna
------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------
Dm                      Nm             G
barre  v 1j barre  v 1j barre          s vyrazhennoj notoj "re"
5j lad poz. 5j lad poz. 2 lad

(2 raza)


Skazhi mne, chto ya sdelal tebe, za chto eta bol'
No eto bez ob®yasnenij
|to vidimo chto-to v krovi
No ya sam razzheg etot ogon',
Kotoryj vyzheg menya iznutri
YA ushel ot zakona
No tak i ne doshel do lyubvi
No molis' za nas, molis' za nas
Esli ty mozhesh'
U nas net nadezhdy, no etot put' nash
I golosa zvuchat vse blizhe i strozhe
I bud' ya proklyat esli eto mirazh

        Proigrysh

        Okonchanie (to, chto igraetsya na volynke ili rozhke, s zatuhaniem):
2-20--5-3-2-0----02-0---2-20--5-3-2-0----02--02-0----- 1 struna
----3---------3-3-----3-----3---------3-3---3-----3-- 2 struna
na baze sploshnogo D v 1j pozicii

        Sinsirli yours, Vitalij Zubok. vit@elvisti.kiev.ua


         * RADIO SILENCE *                          (p)1990



        - 1. Radio Silepse


It suddenly feels like a new year
Like I'm a million miles away from here
I can see some kind of light here,
Although I won't name it.


I want to talk about moonlight.
I want to talk about wild child, you know
That real wild one, dancing alone
In the middle of the whirlpool


Spinning tales about silence
About radio silence
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty filed field full of danger


It's strange I don't feel like I'm stranger
I feel like I belong here
I feel like I'be been waiting for a long time
And now I can tell you some stories


Stories about madman
Stories about dream-child
You know that, real wild one
Who dances alone
In the middle of the whirlpool

And I can tell you about silence
About radio silence
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty filed field full of danger

If you want it.


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, electric guitar
David A. Stewart - electric guitar
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier


        2. The Postcard

  Proigrysh: harakternym pesne ritmom: F#m,D,F#m,Hm

    F#m         D
     This is a postcard
    F#m                          Hm
     Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city
    F#m          D
     This is a phon call
              F#m                 Hm
     Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
      G(III)                      D
     But the telephone lines are cut
   Hm                F#m
     My hands can't hold the paper
      F#m    C      D
     You are on my mind

     Nobody knows your name here,
     Except when the moon is out
     And then they toss in their sleep
     Crying out for you to take them
     But me I cannot sleep,
     I cannot dream,
     My heart is shattered
     You are on my mind

     F#m                                  D
     Once seven colors used to make men blind
          F#m                                   Hm
     And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire
               F#m,D,F#m,Hm
     Shattered!

     Precise, like sunrise
     A child just like any other
     Made of the bones of the earth
     fragile and deathless
     Yes, I'm alright
     I'm a church,
     And I'm burning down

     You are on my mind



        - 3. The wind

Your eyes are colored like wind
Wind from the northern sea
A wave on the sand so clear
Whoever got me that far must be laughing
All right, I can laugh as well

So sweet is your touch
May I never go free
But I'm breaking away
To return unbound
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding

And when trees are bare
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing

Your eyes are colored like wind
Bringing incredible news
I don't know if I'm ready
Does it matter ?

Whoever cut me that deep
I love you
And here I stand trans fixed
Listening to the sound of the wind


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, acoustic guitar
David A. Stewart, Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Anne Lennox - vocals
Sasha Titov - bass
Michael Kamen - Oboe


        - 4. Winter

Now that the summer is gone
Snow's on the ground
I sought and I found
I known what I found is true
But the bitter gray sky
Fades into silence
Only the fire is left
And some say it's not enough
To carry us through

Day of the apple bloom white
Silver and steel
Tales of webs
Spun around a careless heart
I dream of the snow-white sea gulls
Crying to snow me the way
But I will stay here with you
And nothing will ever come
To tear us apart

Look into my eyes, sister
No harm will come to you
Look into my eyes, sister
No harm will come to you


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier



        - 5. The time

Sitting in a corner
In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
With all my friends around me
And I love them till I choke
And I watch you dance with someone
Someone not even there
And you're simple as in "sacrilege"
And you're pure as in "player"

Someone there's a point of no resistance
But we make sure there's no getting there
And we're beautiful when we're animals
But so easily scared
And I cannot even talk to you
Stricken down as a hunter to its prey
Sliding down, down this hill of glass again
And there's nothing I can say

CHORUS:

I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
And I will see you when the time is over


And then the northern wind calls
And then curtains part
And then the castle wall falls
And there's an arrow in my heart


There's only one way out of prison
Which is to set your jailer free
But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words
That stand between the sailor and the sea
So forgive me, though I know you newer will
Battered by your pride
And so I'm locked again within these castle walls
And you freeze alone outside


CHORUS

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals
David A. Stewart - guitars
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Siobhan Stewart - back vocals
Sasha Titov - bass
Patrick Seymour - keyboards


        - 6. That voice agaip

I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again

Seems so simple now
Now that sky is clear
Maybe the road was tough
But at last we're here
I've nothing to hide from you
Nothing to explain
Just this vision of broken wind
And the raven cries in pain

I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again

If darkness surrounds you
I'll be the fire
To guard your sleep
If there's nothing to stand on
I will lay myself beneath your feet
I will show the world to you
And this will have no stain
Just hold me now
Hold me close
Don't let me go
But close your eyes
And look away

I hear that voice again


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals
David A. Stewart - guitars
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Billy Mckenzie - haunting vocals
Patrick Seymour - keyboards
Darryl Way - violin


        7. Molodye l'vy

Vstuplenie:(G*,G*,G*,G/D,G/C) 3-4 raza, G*,G/D,G/C

G*
 Kogda v gorode stanet temno,
G/D                G/C
 Kogda veter duet s Nevy.
G*
 Ekaterina smotrit v okno,
G/D                     G/C
 Za oknom idut molodye l'vy.

 G*
Oni ne znayut, chto znachit zima,
G/D                                    G/C
 Oni tancuyut, oni svobodny ot nashih poter'!
    G/C             F#m     Em
Im nechego delat' s soboj sejchas,
G/C                   G/D
Oni vojdut, kogda Ekaterina otkroet im dver'!

  G/C  G/D             G*
A chto nuzhno molodym l'vam?
 G/C G/D             G* G/Em
CHto nuzhno molodym l'va- am,
 G/C
Kogda ves' mir gotovitsya lech' k ih nogam,
                    G/D   D,*,D,G/D
Im nechego delat' sejchas!

Proigr.: G*,G/D,G/C,G/D

  G*                  G/D
No ya ne skazhu im ne slova,
G/C                    G/D              D  *,D,G/D
YA ne primu etot boj potomu, chto eto ne boj.
  G*                                 G/D
Vse ravno, vse, chto sdelano nami, ostanetsya svetlym,
G/C                                G/D                 D   *,D,G/D
Vse ravno, vse, chto bylo moim, voz'met sebe kto-to drugoj!

 G*                   G/D
Tak vot vkus nashih pobed,
G/C                G/D   D,*,D,G/D
Vot zelen' nashej travy.
G*                   G/D
Ekaterina smotrit v okno,
G/C        G/D
Za oknom prodolzhayut idti
G*  G/D     G/C
   Molodye l'vy.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
      *
|---|---|---|
|---|---|-x-|
|---|-x-|---|
|---|---|---|
|---|---|---|
|---|---|---|


        - Young lions

When the city falls into dark,
When the wind blows from the Neva River
Caterine stands by the window
Watching as the young lions go by

They don't know what "Winter" means
They are dancing
They are free from our losses
And they do not know what to do with themselves right now
And they will enter when Caterine opens the door

And what do young lions want ?
What do young lions want ?
When the world's getting ready to fall at their feet
And they've got nothing to do right now

But I won't say a word to them
I won't accept the challenge
Because it's not a battle
Everything that we've done
Will still remain bright
And everything that was mine
Will still go to somebody else

So, such is the taste of our victories
Such is the green of grass
Caterine still stands by the window
And down there the young lions are still marching...
Young lions
Young lions
Young lions


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar
David A. Stewart - electric guitar
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Chucho Merchan - bass


        8. Fields Of My Love


Hello sweet victory
So nice meeting you here
Mmm, mmm
So strange when you think about it
I never did anything out of my way
I just strayed...

Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love

G                       H7 Em
Well met and thank you
              C            D
I'm glad you taught me so well
        G                       D     G
It was fun being around for a while
    D                C
So sad you have to stay here
     G             Hm        E          Am
Or, can you spread out your wings and fly
      C
with me...

G           Am           C
Out to the fields of my love
Out to the fields of my love
Out to the fields of my love


        - 9. Death of king Arthur

Of Lancelot du Lake
Tell I no more
But this by leave
These ermytes seven.
But still kynge Arthur
Lieth there, and queen Guenever,
As I you newyn.

And Monkes
That are right of lore
Who synge with moulded stewyn
Ihesu, who hath wonders sore,
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, acoustic guitar
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Piotr Troshenkov - drums
Seva Gakkel - vocals
Andrei Romanov - flute, vocals
Sasha Titov - bass



        - 10. Real slow todau

This is a dangerous tale
Of oxygen and flame
Tale of running away
Nowhere to run
All I can see is you
Visions of water in the desert sun
Stay...

CHORUS:
Things gonna get real slow today
Things gonna get real slow today
Takes one prisonar
Takes one to him the way
Than comes this lesson in natural history

And these ladies are laughing at me
Can I join the fun ?
I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame bright
I guess I can say I'm all right
Just burning arrow stuck in my heart
Well, anyway...

CHORUS

And some people say that
We shouldn't cross this line
But there is no line
Only the sky
I want to see you smile
Want to feel us get up and fly
Shouldn't we ?

CHORUS


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar
David A. Stewart - million guitars
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Annie Lennox, Chrissie Hynde - vocals
Janice Jamison - vocals
Charlie Wilson - vocals
Sasha Titov - bass
Ray Cooper - percussion
Dave Plews - trumpets


        - 11. Mother

This city is on fire tonight
Sweet forest fire silent and unseen
The sleepers awaken
Your eyes are not open I know you're smiling at me
Some people say you're not here anymore
But your trees stand proud
And laugh and let them pass
So mischievous and holy
And this is a question I'll never want to ask

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying to be consoled
I recognize you now
Do you recognize me ?

There's a part of me that wants to be silent
Immersed in your movement
Stung by your grace
And here is your song, and I'll sing it
I'm coming home
I've newer been away

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying for you to console me
Now that I know you
Do you recognize me ?

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying to be consoled
Now that I know you
Recognize me ?


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar
David A. Stewart - guitar
Olle Romo - drums, synclavier
Annie Lennox, Chrissie Hynde - vocals
Sasha Titov - bass
Patrick Seymour - piano
Ray Cooper - percussion
Dave Plews - trumpets


        Kitaj    A.Vertinskij, N.Gumilev


               G                   A       D
I vot mne prisnilos', chto serdce moe ne bolit.
           G          A                  D
Ono - kolokol'chik farforovyj v zheltom Kitae.
    Hm               A                 D
Na pagode pestroj visit i tihon'ko zvenit.
            G        A              D
V emalevom nebe draznya zhuravlinye stai.

I krotkaya devushka v plat'e iz krasnyh shelkov,
Gde zolotom vyshity osy, cvety i drakony.
S podzhatymi nozhkami, tiho, bez myslej, bez slov,
Vnimatel'no slushaet legkie, legkie zvony.


Sm. takzhe N.Gumilev. "YA VERIL, YA DUMAL ..." ˇ ../GUMILEW/gumilev.txt#20

        - Shipa

And then I dreamt that my heart does not ache anymore
It is a small bell, hanging in yellow China
On slender pagoda it hangs and quietly chimes,
Teasing flocks of cranes in the enamel sky.

And modest girl in dress of red silks
With gold-embroidered wasps, flowers and dragons -
Her legs tucked underneath her; quietly; without thoughts, without words;
Is attentively listening to this peaceful chiming.


Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar

        - Perevod s anglijskogo Mihaila Gladkova. 

               Moskva 1994


        - Radio-tishina

Takoe chuvstvo, chto vdrug nastupil Novyj god
Unosya menya za milliony mil' otsyuda
I ya vizhu kakoj-to svet tam
I ya ne mogu dat' emu imeni.

YA hochu pogovorit' o lunnom siyanii
YA hochu pogovorit' o dikom rebenke,
Ty znaesh' - tot rebenok-dikar',
Tancuyushchij v odinochku posredi vodovorota.

Rasskazyvaya nebylicy o tishine
Pro radio-tishinu
Pro kakoj-to iz priyutov
Posredine pustynnogo polya, polnogo opasnosti.

Stranno, ya ne chuvstvuyu sebya zdes' chuzhim
YA oshchushchayu sebya chast'yu etogo
YA chuvtstvuyu budto ya dolgo zhdal
I gotov sejchas povedat' tebe eti istorii.

Istorii o bezumce,
Istorii o rebenke-videnii,
Ty znaesh' - tot rebenok-dikar',
Tancuyushchij v odinochku posredi vodovorota.
I ya mogu rasskazat' tebe o tishine
Pro radio-tishinu
Pro kakoj-to iz priyutov
Posredine pustynnogo polya, polnogo opasnosti.

Esli ty hochesh' etogo...


        - Otkrytka

Vot otkrytka, govoryashchaya chto u menya vse v poryadke
v etom prekrasnom gorode.
|tot telefonnyj zvonok podtverzhdaet, chto ya splyu zdes' v odinochestve.
No telefonnye linii pererezany
Moi ruki ne mogut uderzhat' bumagi -
Ved' ty u menya na ume.

Nikto zdes' ne znaet tvoego imeni,
Isklyuchaya to vremya, kogda voshodit luna
I togda oni mechutsya v svoih snah,
Placha, chtoby ty zabrala ih.
YA ne mogu spat'.
YA ne mogu grezit'.
Moe serdce razbito vdrebezgi -
Ved' ty u menya na ume.

Kogda-to sem' cvetov delali cheloveka slepym
I sejchas my kak pticy, zaputavshiesya v kolyuchej provoloke.

Tochnyj, kak voshod solnca
Ditya, kak i vse drugie,
Sotvorennyj iz zemnoj ploti
Hrupkij i bessmertnyj.
Da, so mnoj vse v poryadke -
YA - cerkov' i ya vygorayu dotla.

Ved' ty u menya na ume.


        - Veter

Tvoi glaza cveta vetra,
Vetra s severnogo morya
CH'ya chistaya volna omyla pesok.
Tot po ch'ej vole ya zabroshen tak daleko, dolzhno byt' smeetsya
Nu chto zh - posmeyus' i ya.

Tvoe prikosnovenie tak sladko
CHto ya ne hotel by osvobodit'sya,
No ya vyryvayus' chtoby vernut'sya svobodnym
I ya slyshu zvuk za svoim plechom
Pohozhij na paryashchuyu lebedinuyu ten'.

I kogda derev'ya obnazhatsya - nekuda budet vernutsya,
No my ostaemsya, veruya.

Tvoi glaza cveta vetra,
Prinosyashchego neveroyatnye novosti -
YA ne znayu, gotov li ya?

Hotya razve eto imeet znachenie?

Kto by ni ranil menya do glubiny dushi -
YA lyublyu tebya
I ya stoyu zdes', prikovannnyj k mestu,
Slushaya shum vetra.

        - Vremya

Sizhu v uglu,
V moem zamke, sdelannom celikom iz solodovogo napitka.
Moi druz'ya, vokrug menya kuryat
I ya lyublyu ih, poka ne poperhnus' dymom.
YA smotryu kak ty tancuesh' s kem-to,
S kem-to kto dazhe ne edes',
I ty prosta kak koshchunstvo
I ty chista kak molitva.

Gde-to tam est' tochka neprotivleniya
No my ubedilis', chto ona nedosyagaema
I my prekrasny, kogda my - zhivotnye,
No nas tak legko spugnut' i ya ne mogu dazhe pogovorit' s toboj,
Srazhennyj, kak ohotnik, valyashchij svoyu dobychu
Skol'zhu vniz po etomu steklyannomu holmu
I mne nechego skazat'...
YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
I ya uvizhu tebya, kogda ono konchitsya.

I togda pozovet severnyj veter
I togda razdvinutsya zanavesy
I togda steny zamka padut
I strela vonzitsya v moe serdce.

Tol'ko odin put' vne tyur'my -
Osvobodit' svoego tyuremshchika
No eto opyat' lish' prosto nabor krasivyh slov,
CHto stoyat mezhdu moryakom i morem.
Tak prosti menya, hotya ya znayu chto ty nikogda etogo ne sdelaesh',
Terzaemaya svoej gordost'yu.
I ya opyat' zapert v stenah etogo zamka
I ty odinoko merznesh' snaruzhi.

YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
YA dumayu, chto eto vsego lish' vopros vremeni
I ya uvizhu tebya, kogda ono konchitsya.


        - Zima

Teper', kogda leto proshlo, sneg lezhit na zemle
YA razyskival i ya nashel
I ya znayu, to chto ya nashel - to, chto nuzhno.
No temno-seroe nebo slivaetsya s tishinoj
Ostalsya lish' mercayushchij ogon'
I nekotorye govoryat, chto etogo ne dostatochno chtoby vyvesti nas.

YAblochnye dni, rascvetaya belym serebrom i stal'yu
Pautinoj rasskazov oputali bespechnoe serdce
Mne grezyatsya belosnezhnaya chajka, krikom pokazyvayushchaya mne put',
No ya ostayus' s toboj zdes',
I nichto nikogda ne smozhet razluchit' nas.

Sestra, smotri v moi glaza -
Nikakoe zlo ne kosnetsya tebya
Sestra smotri v moi glaza -
Nikakoe zlo ne kosnetsya tebya.


        - Snova etot golos

YA snova slyshu etot golos
YA snova slyshu eto golos

Kazhetsya vse tak prosto, teper'
Kogda nebo bez oblachka,
Vozmozhno doroga byla trudnoj,
No nakonec my zdes'.
Mne nechego skryvat' ot tebya
I nechego tebe ob®yasnyat',
Tol'ko eto videnie -
Slomannoe krylo i voron, plachushchij ot boli.

Esli mrak obstupit tebya,
YA budu ognem, zashchishchayushchim tvoj son
Esli tam budet ne na chem stoyat'
YA polozhu sebya pod tvoi nogi.
YA pokazhu tebe mir,
I etot mir budet eshche ne isporchen.
Obnimi menya, obnimi menya krepche,
Ne otpuskaj menya
No zakroj glaza i smotri vdal'.

YA snova slyshu etot golos.



        - Polya moej lyubvi

Zdravstvuj, zhelannaya pobeda,
Tak chudesno vstreti' tebya zdes'.
Tak stranno kogda ty dumaesh' ob etom
YA nichego osobennogo ne delal,
YA prosto zabludilsya...
Tam v polyah moej lyubvi.
Tam v polyah moej lyubvi.
Tam v polyah moej lyubvi.

Spasibo za horoshuyu vstrechu
YA rad, chto ty prepodala mne takoj horoshij urok
Bylo by zabavno pobyt' s toboj nemnogo zdes'
I zhal' chto ty dolzhna budesh' os'at'sya.
Ili... Rasprav' svoi kryl'ya, esli mozhesh', i poleteli so mnoj...
Tuda, v polya moej lyubvi.
Tuda, v polya moej lyubvi.
Tuda, v polya moej lyubvi.


        - Segodnya vremya budet tyanutsya ochen' medlenno

|to opasnyj hvost iz kisloroda i plameni,
Begushchij proch' i bezhat' nekuda.
Vse chto ya mogu uvitet' - eto ty,
Kak kaplya vlagi v ispepelennoj pustyne
Stoj...
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Berut v plen, medlenno ukazavayut put'
Zatem sleduet etot urok estestvoznaniya.

I eti ledi smeyutsya nado mnoj
Mogu li ya prisoedinit'sya k vesel'yu?
YA znayu, chto menya pesleduyut, eto sohranet plamya yarkim
YA polagayu, chto mogu skazat', chto ya v polnom poryadke
Prosto zhguchaya strela vonzilas' mne v serdce
No, v lyubom sluchae...
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Berut v plen, medlenno ukazavayut put'
Zatem sleduet etot urok estestvoznaniya.

I nekotorye lyudi govoryat, chto my ne dolzhny perestupat' chertu
No zdes' net nikakoj cherty, tol'ko nebo
YA hochu videt' tvoyu ulybku,
Hochu pochuvstvovat', kak my podnimemsya i poletim
Razve my ne smozhem? Davaj!
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Segodnya vse veshchi budut proishodit' ochen' medlenno
Berut v plen, medlenno ukazavayut put'
Zatem sleduet etot urok estestvoznaniya.


        - Mama

|tot gorod v ogne segodnyashnim vecherom
V sladkom ogne goryashchego lesa, molchalivom i nevidimom
Spyashchie prosnulis'
Tvoi glaza otkryty i ya znayu - ty ulybaesh'sya mne.
Nekotorye lyudi govoryat, chto zdes' bol'she net tebya
No tvoi derev'ya stoyat gordo
I smeyutsya, i pozvolyayut im projti
Nastol'ko neposlushnye i svyatye
I etot vopros ya nikogda ne zahochu zadat'.

Vverhu - luna i ej hochetsya rasti
Vnizu - reka i ej hochetsya vernut'sya v more
YA tvoe ditya, mama, plachushchee, chtoby byt' uspokoenym
Teper', kogda ya znayu tebya, uznaesh' li ty menya?

Est' chast' menya, chto hochet byt' bezmolvnoj, pogruzhennaya v tvoe dvizhenie,
Potryasennaya tvoim izyashchestvom; i zdes' zvuchit tvoya pesnya
I ya budu podpevat' za nej.
YA vozvrashchayus' domoj i ya nikogda ego ne pokidal.

Vverhu - luna i ej hochetsya rasti
Vnizu - reka i ej hochetsya vernut'sya v more
YA tvoe ditya, mama, plachushchee, chtoby byt' uspokoenym
Teper', kogda ya znayu tebya
Ty uznaesh' menya?

Vverhu - luna i ej hochetsya rasti
Vnizu - reka i ej hochetsya vernut'sya v more
YA tvoe ditya, mama, plachushchee, chtoby byt' uspokoenym
Teper', kogda ya znayu tebya -
Uznaj menya!

         * CHERNAYA ROZA - |MBLEMA PECHALI *           (p)1990
             KRASNAYA ROZA - |MBLEMA LYUBVI

        Teni 

             D
 Kak stranno to, chto zatevayu ya:
A/C#        Am/C      H7
 Podobie lyubvi sozdat' iz zhazhdy.
Em
G                      A7        D
 I vremenem raskrasit', chtob odnazhdy
Hm   Em
 Poverit' samomu. Ne znayu ya
A7   D
  Otkuda etot redkostnyj napev -
          A/C#     Am/C   H7  Em
  Znakomyh not chudesnoe spleten'e?
     G                         A7      D
  Stuk v dver' moyu. "Kto?" - sprashivayu. Teni.
      Hm              A7          D
  Oni otvetstvuyut: "Orel, telec i lev."
A7

 YA govoryu: "Otkuda vy ko mne, kakoj sud'boj?" -
I klyuch v dveryah vrashchayu.
Postavit' chaj nemedlya obeshchayu,
I dver' derzhu na etoj storone.

Oni smeyutsya: "Vot naprasnyj trud!
Ne trat' sil zrya." - chinno skvoz' prohodyat,
Sadyatsya v krug i glaz s menya ne svodyat.
I kazhetsya, oni chego-to zhdut.

"Poslushajte, lyubeznye druz'ya!
Ne mozhet byt', chtob vam byl nuzhen ya.
Dolzhno byt', zdes' proizoshla oshibka..."

No skripka na stene moej drozhit,
I - Bozhe moj - mne kazhetsya, bezhit,
Po ih chertam znakomaya ulybka.

 A7       D            A7     D
 Tak i zhivem, ne propustiv ni dnya,
           A/C#          H       Em
 No kazhdyj den' prohodit kak-by dvazhdy.
G                           Hm
 A ya vse p'yu, i muchayus' ot zhazhdy,
    H7     Em7     A7        D
 A gosti zdes', i smotryat na menya.



        Loj Bykanah

 Am         F Em    |
Loj Bykanah         | Povtoryat'
 Am         F Em    |
Loj Bykanah         |    do
 Am    Dm           |
Vyshlihlaj           | polnoj
 F     Em           |
Vyshlihlaj           | nirvany
 Am    F            |
Vyshlihlaj           |    ili
 Em      Am         |
Loj Bykanah         |  sansary


         * ARHIV: Istoriya "Akvariuma", tom tretij   (p)1991


        1. Diplom

C         Em      F
 Ona ne stanet chitat' tvoj diplom,
          G              C   C-Em-Am
I ty ne primesh' vse vser'ez.
  Am     Em      Am           Em
Ona ne stanet chitat' tvoj diplom,
          F              G
I ty ne primesh' vse vser'ez.
     C      Em       F      G     C
No ona voz'met tebya na povodok,
     Em       F      G
Voz'met tebya na povodok,
      Dm                      G
I ty     pojdesh' za neyu, kak pes.


       Proigrysh [C-Em-F-G]


Ona rasskazhet tebe svoi sny
I etim lishit tebya sna.
Ona rasskazhet tebe svoi sny
I etim lishit tebya sna.
I ona raskroet svoim klyuchom
Kletki vseh tvoih spryatannyh ptic,
No ne skazhet ih imena.

Ty znaesh' mnogo staryh stihov,
Gde est' ponyatiya dobro i zlo,
I ty znaesh' mnogo novyh stihov,
Gde est' ponyatiya dobro i zlo,
No ty ne byval tam, otkuda ona,
Nikogda ne byval tam, otkuda ona, -
CHto zh, schitaj, chto tebe povezlo.

Ona kosnetsya rukoj vody,
I ty skazhesh', chto eto vino.
Ona kosnetsya rukoj vody,
I ty skazhesh', chto eto vino.
I ty budesh' smotret' vsled ee parusam,
Ty budesh' smotret' vsled ee parusam,
I ty budesh' dut' vsled ee parusam,
Kogda ty pojdesh' na dno,
Kogda ty pojdesh' nakonec na dno.





        2. Pyatnadcat' golyh bab

         C      G       C
Uzhe proshlo Sed'moe Noyabrya,
         A7             Dm
Utihli zvuki shumnogo vesel'ya.
            F        G                  C           C/H Am
No kto-to dvizhetsya krugami, vse vokrug tam, gde stoyu ya;
             Dm                     G
Dolzhno byt', angel vsenar