From: Elena SHinkarenko (mnews@megaradio.donetsk.ua)
G Nm
V sinem sumrake nochej s ruch'em vstrechaetsya ruchej
Am D7
S zarej vstrechaetsya zarya
Am D7 C G
I lyudi mnogo govoryat, tol'ko vse eto -- zrya.
G Hm
Ty pomnish', ya sadil sady, gde sineva i blesk vody,
Am D7
No na kornyu gnil sinij les.
Am D7 C G
Na svete net bylyh chudes i nosha nelegka.
G Am D7 G E
Nezhnyj zapah tuberoz navevaet sladost' grez
Am D7
I vsemu nevol'no verish'
C G
Ah, ne naprasno l'?
G Am D7 G E
V nebe zvezdnaya pyl'ca, obeshchan'yam net konca
Am D7 C G
Iz nepravdy v pravdu dveri -- ne otyskat' nam.
Predpolozhim, ty v anfas na fone zvezd i v pervyj raz
V moej ruke tvoya ruka
CHto za banal'naya stroka, no luchshe net poka
Ty pomnish', ya sadil sady, gde sineva i blesk vody
No na kornyu sgnil sinij les
Na svete net bylyh chudes i nosha nelegka.
Ah, kak hochetsya poroj
Nam igrat' chuzhuyu rol',
CHtoby vyglyadet' prilichno i ne bez dohoda
Proishodit eta zhizn'
I v unizhenii i lzhi
Bez svobody net lyubvi, a v lyubvi net svobody.
G Hm Am D7
Am D7 C G
G Hm Am D7
Fm D7 C G
G Am D7
YA ne znayu, chto so mnoj
G E
Gde moj bereg, gde pokoj
Am D7 C G
V chem ya prost. A v chem ya slozhen dlya ponyat'ya
G Am D7
No byt' takim, kakov ty est'
G E
V etom muzhestvo i chest'
Am D7 C G
Vot chto pesneyu takoj hotel, druz'ya, vam skazat' ya.
* FRUKTY S KLADBISHCHA * (p)1992
From: Boris Golman
1. Frukty S Kladbishcha
2. My Spasemsya Sami
3. Pesnya O Pticah
4. Kino
5. V Sredu Dnem
6. Rozy
7. CHelovek Na Divane
8. I Look In Your Eyes
9. Music Of The Night (A. L. Webber - Ch. Hart)
10. Bridge Over Troubled Water (Paul Simon)
11. If You Go Away (Neil Diamond)
12. Every Breath You Take (Sting)
13. Imagine (John Lennon)
- 1. Frukty s kladbishcha
Ne eshte frukty s kladbishcha nemytymi,
Ne my li zhivoj primer mogil'nogo praha?
V dalekom detstve klad ishcha mezh plitami
My ispytali kajf polnochnogo straha.
S trapa li belogo lajnera, plavno spuskayas',
Kayas' li, drapaya li ot rasplaty,
V laty li, rycari pravdy, s trudom odevayas',
My otyskali klad no prahom ostalis'.
Ne eshte frukty s kladbishcha nemytymi,
Ne my li zhivoj primer mogil'nogo praha?
V dalekom detstve klad ishcha mezh plitami
My ispytali kajf polnochnogo straha.
Polnochnogo straha.
Pugaet more mol
Penoj voln,
No mol ot voln ne tonet.
I stavyat vse na kon
Ispokon
Kto nespokoen i stoek.
I stoit lish' ponyat'
V chem tut sut',
Na sebya vzglyanut'
CHut'-chut' inache.
Kogda lish' tish' da glad',
Blagodat',
Ni dat' ni vzyat' ni zhachit'.
I vot vokrug lish' stuk
Okonnyh ram,
Platon nam drug, no istina v stakane.
I krug iz vashih ruk
Broshen nam,
No my spasemsya sami.
No stoit lish' ponyat',
Gde obman,
SHirok karman, no dyra v karmane.
I manit uragan,
I manit u vraga,
A druga um tumanit.
Pugaet teh kto nov
Penoj slov,
Odnih na pont, drugih na dno.
No nam dano
Dopit' vino,
I nam dano,
Da, nam dano
Ne poteryat'sya i ne rasteryat'sya,
Ne rasteret'sya by v pyl' dorogi,
No! Trogajte, bratcy, trony i svyatcy,
Protuberancy, bratcy, trogajte!
Trogajte, bratcy, krany i kvancy,
Ruchki vhoda i ruchki vyhoda,
Kruche dohody i luchshe vygoda,
Te, kto prut naprolom, ne vykrutyat.
Ne poteryat'sya i ne rasteryat'sya, (Pugaet more mol,
Ne rasteret'sya by v pyl' dorogi, Penoj voln,
No! Trogajte, bratcy, trony i svyatcy, No mol ot voln
Protuberancy, bratcy, trogajte! ne tonet.)
Trogajte, bratcy, krany i kvancy, (I stavyat vse na kon
Ruchki vhoda i ruchki vyhoda, Ispokon
Kruche dohody i luchshe vygoda, Kto nespokoen i
Te, kto prut naprolom, ne vykrutyat. Stoek.)
I stoit lish' ponyat'
Gde obman,
SHirok karman, no dyra v karmane.
I krug iz vashih ruk
Broshen nam,
No my spasemsya sami.
No my spasemsya sami.
Pechal'noj budet eta pesnya
O tom, kak pticy priletali,
A v nih ohotniki strelyali
I ubivali ptic nebesnyh.
A pticy padali na zemlyu
I umirali v chas pechali,
A v nih ohotniki strelyali
Dlya razvlechen'ya i vesel'ya.
A pticy znali, ponimali,
CHto oznachaet kazhdyj vystrel,
No po vesne vnov' priletali
K rodnym lesam u rechki bystroj.
I ne mogli ne vozvratit'sya
K rodimoj severnoj okruge,
I pesnyu gorestnoj razluki
Vesnoj veseloj peli pticy.
I ne mogli ne vozvratit'sya
K rodimoj severnoj okruge,
I pesnyu gorestnoj razluki
Vesnoj veseloj peli pticy,
A v nih ohotniki strelyali
I popadali v ptic ne celyas'.
I pesnyu skorbi i pechali
Vesnoj veseloj pticy peli.
|to budet nenadolgo,
Na minutu ili na dve,
V vashi dushi nenarokom ya vol'yu volshebnyj yad.
I ne tol'ko radi dolga,
No i dlya kontrakta, kstati,
Nado darom dushu tratit' ne dlya kazhdogo podryad.
Mushketery v narkomany,
Narkomany v kardinaly,
Kardinaly v deputaty, deputaty v slovari.
Slovari suyut v karmany,
Kandaly sdayut v annaly,
Deputackie mandaty szhuj, no vsluh ne govori.
A ya uhozhu ot vas v kino,
Hot' i vydumka ono.
Zdes' oplatyat vashu nezhnost',
Oprihoduyut poroki,
I za noty i za stroki zdes' ne vstanut za cenoj.
Dva grosha dadut za vneshnost',
I edva dobivshis' proka
Vas odenut pod proroka cherti s rozheyu svinoj.
Ej, no my na scene,
I ne nam smenyat imena.
Nas mir ne ocenit,
Nastayut inye vremena.
Na etot raz my razuchim noty,
Kto ty i gde ty, moj svet.
Setuj ne setuj, no luchshih uzh net,
Tak li i v tu li vlyublen
YA i ty, i on.
Ne po suti vystupaem,
Ne po chesti otvechaem, ne po razumu zhivem.
Ne po radosti vstrechaem,
A sluchajnoe paden'e
Bez stesnen'ya i somnen'ya my pareniem zovem.
Ej, no my na scene,
I ne nam smenyat imena.
Nas mir ne ocenit,
Nastayut inye vremena.
Na etot raz my rasstavim seti,
Kto ty i gde ty, otvet'!
Setujj ne setuj, no nado terpet',
Klet' ili plet', vse odno,
|to ved' - kino!
V sredu dnem ona ushla, vymyv posudu i pol.
On ostalsya sidet' u okna, lokti ustaviv v stol.
On nenavidel steny i shkaf, stol u okna i stul,
Sor na gazete, i rvanyj rukav, i veter, chto v okna dul.
I veter, chto v okna dul.
Veter dul, zaduvaya gaz, meshaya varit'sya kofe.
Na skovorodke vcherashnih zraz gnili i luk i kartofel'.
A cherez chas on vzletel iz okna, ne muchayas' i ne boyas'.
My otyskali kusok polotna, prikryt' ego krov' i gryaz'.
No on ne byl ne krov' i ne gryaz', i ne utratil sut'.
Ne nadeyas' i ne boyas' vybral on etot put'.
I on, kak mog, vzletel i usnul, veter sdul na pol sor.
I chut' kachnulis' i stol i stul, budto emu v ukor.
V dome moem vyanut rozy
I ot sluchajnogo vetra
List'ya ih po polu nosit, budto lodochki po volne.
Vse eto bylo by prosto, esli
Leto smenyalos' by letom, eto
Luchshe dlya nas, no dlya roz opasno,
V chem zhe sekret,
Roz kust i nas radoval, roz cvet.
No ne to i ne eto,
Ot roz ostalas' lish' mechta,
O nih i etot stih skor
I ukolom v upor,
Lish' utrennij sor.
I prosto navsego slovo,
I vsego naprosto nota,
CHernaya vyaz' na bumage beloj delaet vlast'yu vlast'.
Lastyacya slabye, slovno
Kot u nog, poluchaya minuty, verno
Dumaesh', slovo vdrug stanet delom,
Vot i sbylas'
Novaya vlast',
I carstvuet vslast'.
No past' tam vryadli mozhno,
I ostorozhno izbezhav napast'
Nado unyat' strast'
I nad slabost'yu vstat',
I slovo skazat'
Za eti noty
I za to, kto i chto ty,
Skroyj spros i sud,
No i ya ne prost, i menya spasut.
V dome moem vyanut rozy
I ot sluchajnogo vetra
List'ya ih po polu nosit, budto lodochki po volne.
Vse eto bylo by prosto, esli
Leto smenyalos' by letom, eto
Luchshe dlya nas, no dlya roz opasno,
V chem zhe sekret,
Roz kust i nas radoval, roz cvet.
On ne plut, on ne mot,
On ne kurit i vina ne p'et,
On na divane, v tonkom stakane
CHaj ostyvaet bystree chem on,
Ozhidaya,
Vot eto dosada,
Agenty Mossada
Ili iz Mossoveta
Otvetyat za eto.
S nim nichto ne sluchit'sya
I k nemu ne pridut pod utro,
Ne stuchitsya v preddverii punkta
Komu-to vershki, koreshki komu-to.
Gotov'te binty i shiny,
Ruki za ushi, nogi shire.
VCIK protiv bunta,
Vperedi rudnik i tundra.
Ves' kipit ih razum, kak voda v mashine...
On lezhit na divane.
Ty s toskoj svoej ne lez' k nimu,
I kvartira ego na ohrane.
CHaj v stakane pokrylsya plesen'yu,
I ego ne trevzhit dazhe
CHto nachal'nik narodu skazhet.
Naves' emu chto hochesh' na ushi.
Ili zapar' mozgi (?????)
Hohochet: "Kuda uzh!
YA ne damsya i ne vospryanu!"
Levo rulya, pravo rulya,
Vse ravno daesh' lagerya!
Pulya prervet polet,
Utknuvshis' vo chto-to teploe.
Bitymi steklami vystlan pol na etoj scene,
Veny porvany, krov' v vanne,
A glavnyj geroj lezhit na divane.
Glavnyj geroj, glavnyj geroj,
Glavnyj geroj nazhil gemorroj.
- 9. Music Of The Night (A. L. Webber - Ch. Hart)
I have brought you
To the seat of sweet music's throne . . .
To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music . . .
Music . . .
You have come here,
For one purpose, and one alone . . .
Since the moment I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing,
For my music . . . my music . . .
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
Abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
Tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
>From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
And listen to the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before . . .
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
The darkness of the music of the night . . .
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul Take you where you long to be !
Only then can you belong to me . . .
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write -
The power of the music of the night . . .
You alone can make my song take flight -
Help me make the music of the night . . .
- 10. Bridge Over Troubled Water (Paul Simon)
When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
- 11. If You Go Away (Neil Diamond)
If you go away
On a summer day,
Then you might as well
Take the sun away,
All the birds that flew
In the summer sky,
When our love was new
And our hearts were high,
When the day was young,
And the night was long,
And the moon stood still
For the night heart song,
If you go away,
If you go away,
If you go away.
But if you stay,
I make you a day,
Like no day has been
Or will be again.
We'll sail on a sun,
We'll ride on a rain,
We'll talk to the trees
And worship the wind.
And if you go,
I'll understand,
Let me just one night
Long to fill up my hand.
If you go away,
If you go away,
If you go away.
If you go away,
As I know you will,
You must tell the world
To stop turning till
You return again,
If you ever do,
Oh, what good is love,
Without loving you!
Can I tell you now,
As you turn to go,
I'll be dying slow,
Till the next high-low (?),
If you go away,
If you go away,
If you go away.
But if you stay,
I'll make you a night,
Like no night has been,
Or will be again.
I'll sail on your smile,
I'll ride on your touch,
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much.
And if you go
Oh, I won't cry,
Though the good is gone
>From the world goodbye.
If you go away,
If you go away,
If you go away.
If you go away,
As I know you must,
There'll be nothing left
In the world to trust.
Just an empty room
Full of empty space,
Just like empty look
I see on your face.
I have been a shadow
Of your shadow,
If I thought it might
Have kept me by your side,
If you go away,
If you go away,
If you go away.
But if you stay,
I'll make you a night,
Like no night has been
Or will be again.
I'll sail on your smile,
I'll ride on your touch,
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much.
And if you go
Oh, I won't cry,
Though the good is gone
>From the world goodbye.
Please, don't go away,
Please, don't go away,
Please, don't go away...
If you go away.
- 12. Every Breath You Take (Sting)
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you.
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you.
Oh can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches with every step you take.
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you.
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace.
I dream at night, I can only see your face.
I look around but it's you I can't replace.
I keep crying baby, baby please.
Oh can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches with every step you take.
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you.
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you.
I'll be watching you...
- 13. Imagine (John Lennon)
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
imane all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
Nasha ekspediciya sozdana nedavno,
I nedarom sozdana - platim vse goda.
I kuda my derzhim put', eto ved' ne glavnoe,
Glavnoe - derzhat' ego, a ne znat' kuda.
Topyami, bolotami mnogo my protopali,
Kroviyu li, potom li polita trava.
My roptali shepotom: "Propadi ty propadom!"
No agitpropu hlopali, stisnuv udila.
Put' nash, skol' ty ne ishchi, ne najti na karte i
Nas nichto ne smozhet sbit' s etogo puti.
I nachal'nik ob®yasnil nashej svetloj partii:
"Glavnoe - iskat' puti, a vovse ne najti!"
Kaby znali-vedali, chto sluchitsya dalee,
Mahu by ne dali by, vybrav tot marshrut.
My eshche ne v Vengrii, dazhe ne v Italii
(Telogrejki v talii potomu chto zhmut).
CHto rabota - chush' da bred, vse otchety-dannye,
Vzyat'sya chestno za nee kazhdyj prizyval.
Vzyalis' bylo - a ruk-to net, chaj, ne chemodany.
I kuda ee nesti? I kogda prival?
I kogda zabrezzhit svet? Stanem zhit' bez deneg li?
Ocheredi konchatsya? (A za chem stoyat'?!)
Sginut lozh', donos, navet, podlecy, bezdel'niki?
Ochen', bratcy, hochetsya eto uvidat'!
No sotni mil' vokrug poka tol'ko nasha publika.
Mozhet my odni idem v napravlen'i tom?
Slyshny kriki duraka, slyshny rechi umnika:
"Vot, govorit, eshche odin pod®em!" - no snova burelom.
Nikomu ne zhalko nas i nam sebya ne zhalko,
My ved' - faktor, mater'yal, a ne chelovek.
Kak vorona - alkonost, sirin - tochno galka,
Poteryal ne poteryal - ne vorotish' vvek.
Byli my pravej bogov, vinovatej chajnikov,
No zhdat' dobrogo carya bolee nel'zya.
Sotvoryat sebe vragov, sotvoryat nachal'nikov...
|to, chestno govorya, glupaya stezya.
Nasha ekspediciya pret ne za tumanam.
ZHaloby, peticii, kto ih razberet!
I pro eks-potencial s budushchim obmanom
Vret nam eks-provincial... nu, a kto ne vret?
Vru i ya, rebyata, vam, v sushchnosti ne vedaya
Kak nam byt', chego nam zhdat', kto vsemu vinoj,
I kogda u nas prival, i kogda pobeda, i
Kogo nam pobezhdat'... i kakoj cenoj.
Vse naperechet, gde chet, a gde nechet,
Po chetnym - podschet, po nechetnym uchet.
Pochesti na schetah otshchelkala nechist',
Kto my, chto, pochem i prichem.
(pripev #1) A nado mnoyu - novoe nebo,
A vperedi - chuzhaya zemlya,
Krepche derzhis' rulya!
Tugo zakrucheny gajki v rel'sah,
Lidernym rejsom nash parovoz letit.
Ty, tvar', ne smejsya, vrag, ne nadejsya!
Seti i pleti, deti kary i pleti.
(pripev #1)
CHto est' lyubov', mozhet novaya rana v grudi?
No neznakomoe zhdet vperedi.
Ne uhodi, neznakomoe, ne uhodi!
Ne uhodi!
Kto tak i ne zhil, hot' nadeyalsya prozhit' bez zabot,
Kto molchal, na zamok zakryv rot,
Kto i ne dumal rot ot krovi otmyt',
Pobuzhdaya verit', zastavlyaya lyubit',
Kto tak uverenno po trupam shagal -
Ne spasut'sya ot vas Pasternak i SHagal,
A on shagal, radostnoyu hareyu gorya,
Pryamo v lagerya, pryamo v lagerya.
(pripev #1)
No s etoj bol'yu nikak ne rasstat'sya,
Ty dolzhen sdat'sya navek.
Ty obrechen spotykat'sya, sbivaya razbeg,
Sbivaya razbeg.
Vse naperechet, kto kral, kto ne kral,
Volen, ne volen, nrav krut il' ne krut,
Vse takzhe na krivdu menyayut pravdu,
Volen, ne volen - somnut i sotrut.
(pripev #2) A nado mnoyu - novoe nebo,
A vperedi - chuzhaya zemlya,
Krepche derzhis' rulya.
A nado mnoyu - novoe nebo,
A vperedi - schastlivaya zhizn',
Krepche za rul' derzhis'!
- Ballada O Licah Stradal'cev
Koloski nashih yunyh godov otshumeli,
Vyshe lipy i eli nad prahom otcov.
My ne spim na zemle, zavernuvshis' v shineli,
My - v shelku i v shaneli, v ryadu podlecov.
A iz etogo ryada kuda nam podat'sya?
Kol' molchal - vse odno ne otmoesh' klejma.
Stoit tol'ko lish' raz na posuly poddat'sya -
Ne uspeesh' prodat'sya, sgniesh' zadarma.
Kak ni starajsya, kak ni muchajsya -
Lica stradal'ca ne poluchitsya.
Skol' ni risuj sebya s velikimi -
Ne stanesh' luchshe risovat'.
Kogo v hristy, kogo v pochet vvesti,
Kogo listy, kogo v otchetnosti,
Kogo za tomnye stradaniya,
Kogo potom, kogo zaranee.
Nu, a esli najdetsya brodyaga providec -
Vse dekrety pravitel'stv emu nipochem.
On svyatyni hranil, tochno skazochnyj vityaz',
No na muki uzhe obrechen palachem.
I na volyu emu nikogda ne dobrat'sya.
Pobirat'sya lish', bratcy, s grehom popalam.
Podelom emu bylo s bogami tyagat'sya,
Podelom, posmotri na lico, nu, a vam...
Kak ni starajsya, kak ni muchajsya -
Lica stradal'ca ne poluchitsya.
Skol' ni risuj sebya s velikimi -
Ne stanesh' luchshe risovat'.
Kogo v kresty, kogo v pokojniki,
Kogo v kusty, kogo v polkovniki,
Kto shel ne v nogu - nog ne unesti,
Uma nemnogo, tak za gluposti.
Kogo v hristy, kogo v pochet vvesti,
Kogo listy, kogo v otchetnosti,
Kogo za tomnye stradaniya,
Kogo potom, kogo zaranee.
Vashi rozhi i hari ne skryt' za vualyami,
Ne napyalish' na mordu izyashchnyj syurtuk.
Kto iz vas epohal'nee, kto genial'nee
Raspoznaesh' ne srazu, ocenish' ne vdrug.
No na licah velikih morshchiny drugie,
I v drugih-to mestah i v drugih storonah.
Oni brosili kamen', my vidim - krugi ih
Razoshlis' po vode - zhit' na vse vremena.
Kak ni starajsya, kak ni muchajsya -
Lica stradal'ca ne poluchitsya.
Skol' ni risuj sebya s velikimi -
Ne stanesh' luchshe risovat'.
Skol' ni strochi stat'i da ody im -
Nu, razve vypolzesh' v narodnye,
Skol' ni sluzhi kramol iskatelem -
Tebe pisatelem ne stat'.
I k vashim pamyatnikam, znayu ya,
Ne zarastet tropa narodnaya,
Ona na to lish' budet godnaya,
CHtob na mogily naplevat'.
Ved' ih v kresty, ved' ih v pokojniki,
Ved' ih v kusty, a vas v polkovniki,
Kto shel ne v nogu - nog ne unesti,
Uma nemnogo, tak za gluposti.
Kogo v hristy, kogo v pochet vvesti,
Kogo listy, kogo v otchetnosti,
Kogo za tomnye stradaniya,
Kogo potom, kogo zaranee.
Po nebesnoj sushe gospodu na sud
Nes svoyu ya dushu, kak meshki nesut.
Nosha li uboga, soli bylo voz,
No menya s poroga vygnal bog.
(pripev) YA hochu ponyat' chto ty hochesh' ponyat',
ZHelaya obnyat' menya.
YA hochu obnyat', ya tak hochu tebya obnyat',
Mne ne sderzhat' zhelaniya.
Svesiv nogi s oblaka, bog oral vosled:
"Esli sovest' poboku - k bogu hoda net!
Netu shcheli, laza net, Lazarya ne poj,
I voobshche - s glaz doloj!"
(pripev)
YA hochu tebya obnyat' za ruki da za nogi,
Na sebe tebya raspyat' i viset', kak v raduge.
A ne vyjdet, nu i pust', obojdus' ugrozami.
V golubye ne gozhus' i ne stanu rozovym.
(pripev)
Skoro slezu s neba ya, mne poproshche babu by.
Pust' ne znaet levaya, chto tvorili pravoj my.
Bogi eti baby li, ili my debily.
Kobeli, chto kabeli - lish' by tok vrubili.
(pripev)
- Monolog Batona Za 28 Kopeek
Mil' pardon, proshchen'ya prosim,
YA - baton za dvadcat' vosem',
Govoryat, vpolne s®edobnyj, hot' nemnogo rokoko.
Predo mnoyu vse sklonitsya,
I korejka, i korica,
Myaso, ryba, tvorog, ptica i ih ptich'e moloko.
Ran'she princy i princessy
Esli lish' delikatesy,
I zakusyvali vobloj ananasy i ikru,
No izvestnye processy
V hode obshchego progressa
Voblu dokanali stressy, ikru sozhral CRU.
Mne dokazyval rezonno
Kolos iz-pod Arizona,
Govorit, nynche bulka gorodskaya, sem' kopeek ej cena,
Govorit, dozhd' v chetverg, a v etu sredu
Iz Rossii vse uedut.
Vret, v Izraile v prodazhe net kreplennogo vina.
Kto sredu menyaet v sredu
Ne prinosyat mnogo vredu,
Vred ot teh, chto na arkane ne utashchish' iz strany.
Krasnobai, gorlopany,
Boltuny i sharlatany,
Lzhepoety, sverhtalanty sil'no rasprostraneny.
CHerezchur zakon gumanen
K hamam, k p'yani, k negodyayam
I zhelayushchim razzhit'sya na narodnyj pansion.
No Rossiya znaet luchshe,
Kto, kogda i chto poluchit,
I na sej osobyj sluchaj est' nepisannyj zakon.
Da, Rossiya znaet luchshe,
Kto, kogda i chto poluchit,
I na sej osobyj sluchaj est' nepisannyj zakon.
Ah, mraz' televizionnaya,
Studijnaya, besstyzhaya,
Rodil'noe murlo,
Moral' divizionnaya,
Ludil'noe prestizhie,
Rutinnoe urlo,
Sukonnoe poskonie,
Kvasnoe bezzakonie,
Myshinaya voznya.
Vlast' zolotopogoniya,
Strastnogo potogoniya,
Donosy da reznya.
A my ne zhdali peremen
I s vekom shestvuya ne v nogu,
No, sovershenstvuya dorogu,
Blagoslovlyali svoj udel.
Da, my ne zhdali peremen.
Komu byt' vinovatomu?
Partijcu l', vorovatomu,
Pisatelyu l', vrunu,
Rabochemu l', molchal'niku,
Krest'yaninu l', pechal'niku,
SHutu l', govorunu.
Ne kayatsya b do boli nam,
Kusavshim i ukusannym -
Narodnyj vysshij sud.
Ne Andersa da Bolena,
Tak SHevchuka s Butusovym
S bazara ponesut.
Da, my ne zhdali zov truby,
My byli klapany i truby,
I v nas ne ch'i-to duli guby,
A vetry duha i sud'by,
Da, my ne zhdali zov truby.
Ah, vremya nashe suchee,
Letuchee, polzuchee,
I prochee zhul'e,
I partii razuchenny,
I rukava zasuchenny -
Gotovy pod ruzh'e.
Kolonny perestroenny,
Udvoenny, utroenny,
SHtabnye shtabelya.
I na vershine sluchaya,
V toske blagopoluchiya
Cepnye kobelya.
Da, my ne zhdali peremen,
I vam ih tozhe ne dozhdat'sya,
No nado, bratcy, uderzhat'sya
Ot pustosloviya aren
I prosto samovyrazhat'sya,
Ne ozhidaya peremen.
On tak lyubil, chto ne veril on,
CHto pered nim zakroyut dveri v dom,
Dveri v dom,
Da, ne veril on.
Ptica letit, vse cvetet krugom,
Lic ne zakryt', tochno dveri v dom,
Veril on
I ne veril on.
On boyalsya dumat' o nej
I mechtat' o nej
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
I mechtat' o nej.
On ne mog ponyat', chto sama sud'ba
Ruki razvela, dveri zaperla,
CHto ona
Neverna.
Proshlaya zhizn' ego ne zhiva,
Prosto li vyshity kruzheva,
Slozhno li - prodali.
On boyalsya dumat' o nej
I mechtat' o nej
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Da, mechtat' o nej.
Esli merish' vseh po sebe,
Esli ne poverish' sud'be,
Esli ne ocenish' ee
Dar ty.
Esli vozgordit'sya ne proch',
A vot stat' pticej ne vmoch',
To zapomni hot' imena,
Daty,
Da, ty tak lyubil.
Ne peresporish', ne utaish',
Vse, chto ty stoish', na chem stoish',
Bogom nam
Otdano.
Bol'no, ne bol'no - ego vina,
Tol'ko lyubov' est' vsemu cena.
Raz, dva, tri -
Prodano!
On boyalsya dumat' o nej
I mechtat' o nej
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Stol'ko dolgih dnej.
Daleko, blizko li dolgo li,
Donami, Stiksami, Volgami,
Znali my
Gde voda.
Tup, glup, star, ser, sed,
Tut ne ??? vsem
O lyubvi
Nevoda.
Znali my gde sut', a gde voda.
Prah tvoj sut', chto lozh',
Pravdu ty sam pojmesh',
Tol'ko lish'
Podrastesh'.
Kto tvoj vrag, kto tvoj drug,
Prav, ne prav mir vokrug,
Glotku rvut
Bol' razluk.
On tak lyubil, chto ne veril on,
CHto pered nim zakroyut dveri v dom,
Dveri v dom,
Da, ne veril on.
Ptica letit, vse cvetet krugom,
Lic ne zakryt', tochno dveri v dom,
Veril on
I ne veril on.
On boyalsya dumat' o nej
I mechtat' o nej
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
Stol'ko dolgih dnej,
I mechtat' o nej.
- Pesnya Grazhdanina, ZHelayushchego Poehat' Na Kanarskie Ostrova
My davno nichego ne reshaem,
Nu, a esli by i reshili,
Vse ravno my ne koresha im,
CHtob resheniya razreshili.
CHtoby ne alkogolikov tol'ko
Nam pokazyvali po teliku,
A eshche hot' maluyu toliku
Kto ne p'et i zdorov poeliku.
Nam zdorov'e dano korov'e,
Na zdorov'e valit' nam nechego.
Ved' na to ono i zdorov'e,
CHtoby holit' ego i berech' ego.
My spokojnogo nrava-norova,
S ponimaniem vse prinimaem.
Hot' korovoyu byt' ne zdorovo,
No zdorov'e dorozhe, znaem.
Nu, a esli sojti s uma nam -
Sogreshit' nakonec reshit'sya -
Ne v Gurzufy i v Susumany,
A v Los-Anzhelesy da v Niccy,
Vot by v otpusk nam na Kanariki,
Pit' by vodku tam otdyhaya,
I rabochim babaevskoj fabriki,
I zhitomirskim mordehayam,
CHtob s kompaniej, pod garmoshku,
Zakativ rukava rubahi,
CHtob shampanskoe, kak kartoshku,
CHtob desheven'kie devahi,
CHtob prostym rossijskim turistom
Poshatat'sya by po bistro nam,
Sravnit' lavki polej elisejskih
S Eliseevskim gastronomom.
No najdetsya kto, vozrazit mne,
Deskat', Krym i Kavkaz poblizhe!
Obojdetes', mol, parazity,
Bez Ameriki i Parizha.
CHto zh kasaetsya inostrancev -
Ih navalom v Moskve, zasrancev,
Na kurortah Kavkaza i Kryma.
Iz-za nim ne hvataet ikry nam!
Na koj lyad ih dallary i marki,
I naryady ih i podarki,
Deki, kodaki i dukaty,
Reki vodki, devki, karty,
Pokatat'sya b na vodke po Klyaz'me!
Nu, nel'zya li bez vodki razve?
I pro trudovuyu pobedu
Rasskazat' za obedom sosedu.
No, konechno, vse eto fantaziya,
Neshto nuzhno nam ih bezobrazie?
Zapad my v televizor vidali -
Znachit, pravil'no vizu ne dali.
- Antiperestroechnyj Blyuz
YA budu pet' vam blyuz, bejbi, ya budu pet' vam blyuz.
YA budu pet' vam blyuz, bejbi, ya budu pet' vam blyuz,
Esli gosplan, minkul't, minfingoskomcengoskomtrud ne perekroet nam shlyuz.
Skol'ko zhe mozhno zhdat', bejbi, skol'ko zhe mozhno terpet'?
Kogda zh nam dadut dyshat', bejbi, i perestat' nami vertet'?
Pora oto sna vospryat', bejbi, i byt' umnee vpret'!
Razbej svoj televizor,
Otklyuchi na kuhne radioset',
Vidioplenki - v soyuz pisatelej,
Pust' podrochat vslast'
Nashu vlast'
Govorit', chto hochesh', pri polnom otsustvii prav.
|ta strast' -
Sozdavat' sebe napast',
Vsem orat', chto prav.
Nu, ne idet nam mast', bejbi, nu, ne idet nam mast'.
I my zasluzhili vlast', bejbi, my zasluzhili etu vlast'.
Ved' im na nas naklast', bejbi, uh, kak im na nas naklast'!
S molchaniem i s pokornost'yu,
Ni perezhit', ni vyzhit',
Kto s takoj skorost'yu
Obzavelsya vdrug sovest'yu -
Novuyu zadnicu lizhet,
Oh, lizhet!
Novyj zad k yazyku vernopoddannyh blizhe!
Vse na lyzhi!
Novyj lider v pustyne lyzhnyu prolozhil, vse na lyzhi!
Boyus', im ne sdohnut', bejbi, a nam ot nih ne prodohnut',
A mozhet oni - eto my, bejbi, i v etom vsya sol' i sut'.
No kak nam ujti iz t'my, bejbi, i otyskat' nash put'.
Razbej svoj televizor,
Otklyuchi na kuhne radioset',
Vidioplenki - v soyuz pisatelej,
Pust' podrochat vslast'
Nashu vlast'
Govorit', chto hochesh', pri polnom otsustvii prav.
|ta strast' -
Sozdavat' sebe napast',
Vsem orat', chto prav.
Bog Rok-n-Rolla, ty byl lyubim i ne byl volen,
Bog Rok-n-Rolla, takoyu doleyu ty dovolen,
Stupiv na put' sej, podnimayas', opuskayas',
Dur'yu isskusnoj, von'yu kapustnoj
Ty ne delilsya,vpered probirayas'.
(pripev) Bog Rok-n-Rolla,
Ogon' i prokaza!
Bog Rok-n-Rolla,
Na tebya netu gaza!
Tebe sovki nastupayut na pyatki,
No zhivi bez oglyadki i poj bez oglyadki!
Mafiya, mat' ee, skol'ko rokerov ty lopatila!
Zakonopatila vhody, vyhody, v- i iz-,
Vniz po techeniyu plyvem my, na plavan'e sil ne tratya
I my razvivaem svoyu demokratiyu,
Poka ne postroitsya vechnyj izm,
Nu, a potom - hana demokratii,
Sup s kotom, talon na abort!
Gde tut zabor, k takoj-to materi?!
Hleb! Vodka! Rabota! Sport!
Hleb! Vodka! Rabota! Sport!
Bog Rok-n-Rolla, ty stal tolst i star, no kstati
Ty ne slomalsya ni po suti, ni po stati.
Pust' kto ne popadya lezet segodnya v geroi sceny,
Ot atomnoj pyli, ot atomnoj kopoti
Bog Rok-n-Rolla otmoet vseh.
(pripev)
Bog Rok-n-Rolla, u tebya ukrali slova i idei
I rasprodali - igrat' ne umeyut, bez mysli i golosa,
Pust' prohindei soboj zapolnyayut gazetnye polosy,
Pust' oni nosyat dzhinsy i volosy,
Nu, a tolpa nosit ih na rukah.
Ah, kak pokoryayut oni idiotov istoshnymi voplyami,
Idiotam tak pudryat mozgi chuzhimi ideyami, tomnym vidom,
Sdoh Rok-n-Roll ih, eshche ne rodivshis', sdoh Rok-n-Roll ih!
Esli ih krutit radio, video - eto komu-to nuzhno, vidimo!
Bog Rok-n-Rolla!!!
* SAMA ZHIZNX (vokal'naya syuita na stihi Polya |lyuara) * (p)1981
God zapisi: 1981
Aleksandr Gradskij (vokal, f-no, gitara, chelesta, sintezatory,
skripka, kolokola, ksilofon, udarnye)
Sergej Zen'ko (flejta, saksofony)
Vladimir Vasil'kov (udarnye)
Simfonicheskij orkestr (dirizher A. Petuhov)
Perevod Morisa Vaksmahera
Vremya: 31.58
Zvukorezhisery: M. Dudkevich, A. Gradskij, YU. Bogdanov
Prodyuser: Aleksandr Gradskij
1. Lyubimaya/Nastupaet Rassvet/CHut' Izmenennaya/Odinokij
2. Zlo
3. Moya ZHivaya Pokojnica
4. ?! (instrumentalka)
5. Vse Prava/Uverennost'/Vse Prava
6. !? (instrumentalka)
7. Ne Pomnya Zla
8. Byt'
9. K Steklu Pril'nuv licom/Ty Ujdesh'/YA Zakryl Glaza/
Vse Poteryanno/YA ZHivoj
- LYUBIMAYA/NASTUPAET RASSVET/CHUTX IZMENENNAYA/ODINOKIJ
***
Lyubimaya, chtob moi oboznachit' zhelaniya,
V nebesah svoih slov rot svoj zazhgi, kak zvezdu!
Lyubimaya! Tvoi pocelui v zhivoj nochi,
Borozdy menya obvivayushchih ruk,
Pobednoe plamya vo mrake! Lyubimaya!
Viden'ya moi svetly, nepreryvny, lyubimaya! Lyubimaya!
A esli net tebya so mnoj, mne snitsya, chto ya splyu
I chto mne eto snitsya. Lyubimaya!
***
Nastupaet rassvet ...
YA lyublyu tebya, v zhilah moih eshche noch',
YA vsyu noch' smotrel na tebya,
Mne tak mnogo eshche predstoit ugadat'.
I ya v spasitel'nost' sumraka veryu,
On vruchaet mne vlast' oputat' lyubov'yu tebya.
Razzhech' v tebe zhazhdu, zhit' v glubinah tvoej nepodvizhnosti.
Tvoyu sushchnost' raskryt', izbavlen'e tebe prinesti
I tebya poteryat',
Dnem nevidimo plamya (nevidimo plamya!) ...
***
Proshchaj, pechal'!
Zdravstvuj pechal'!
Ty vpisana v linii potolka,
Ty vpisana v glaza, kotorye ya lyublyu,
Ty otnyud' ne beda,
Ibo samye zhalkie v mire usta otmechaesh' ulybkoj,
Zdrastvuj, pechal'!
Lyubov' poddatlivyh tel, neotvratimost' lyubvi,
Laska tvoya voznikaet nezhdanno chudishchem bestelesnym,
Golovoj udruchennoj, prekrasnaya likom pechal'!
Prekrasnaya likom pechal'! (zdravstvuj, pechal'!)
***
YA by mog v odinochestve zhit' bez tebya ...
|to kto govorit, eto kto bez tebya mozhet zhit'
V odinochestve, kto?!
ZHit' naperekor vsemu, zhit' naperekor sebe,
Nadvigaetsya noch', kak prozrachnaya glyba,
YA rastvoryayus' v nochi,
Zdravstvuj, pechal'! (zdravstvuj, pechal'!)
Dver' byla, kak tupaya pila,
Bylo vsesilie sten,
Byla bespredmetnaya skuka
I samodovol'stvo parketa,
L'nushchego k granyam schastlivym,
Dlya nas proigravshih,
Igral'nyh kostej.
Byli razbitye okna,
V krov' razdiravshie telo vetra,
Bylo pirshestvo krasok,
Prohodila granica bolot,
Otoshlo kazhdodnevnoe vremya
V broshennoj komnate, komnate posramlennoj,
Pustoj ...
Moya pechal' zastyla nepodvizhno,
YA zhdu naprasno, ne pridet nikto.
Ni dnem, ni noch'yu, ni dnem, ni noch'yu,
I ne pridu ya sam takoj kak prezhde.
Moi glaza razlucheny s tvoimi,
Oni utratili doverie i svet,
Moi usta razlucheny s tvoimi,
Moi usta razlucheny s lyubov'yu.
So smyslom bytiya razlucheny ...
I ruki u menya razlucheny s tvoimi,
I u menya vse valitsya iz ruk,
I nogi u menya razlucheny s tvoimi,
Im bol'she ne hodit', im bol'she net dorog.
Im ne ustalosti, ni otdyha ne znat' ...
Uvidet' mne dano, kak zhizn' moya uhodit
S tvoeyu vmeste, s tvoeyu vmeste.
Uhodit zhizn' podvlastnaya tebe,
Ona mne predstavlyalas' beskonechnoj.
Odna nadezhda: vperedi - mogila,
Kak i tvoya, v ograde bezrazlich'ya.
YA ryadom byl s toboj, mne holodno drugimi,
Moya pechal' zastyla nepodvizhno.
- VSE PRAVA/UVERENNOSTX/VSE PRAVA
***
Pritvoris' ten'yu vesennej v vesennih cvetah,
Dnem samym korotkim v godu i polyarnoyu noch'yu,
Pritvoris' predsmertnoyu mukoyu teh, komu prividelas' osen',
Zapahom rozy i mudrym ozhogom krapivy.
Rassteli prozrachnost' polotnishch na lugu svoih glaz,
Pokazhi zlodeyan'ya ognya, plody ego vdohnoven'ya, raj pepla ego,
Pokazhi, kak neyasnoe nechto voyuet so strelkoj chasov,
Pokazhi nanesennye istinoj rany, nesgibaemost' klyatvy.
Sebya pokazhi, ne bojsya v hrustal'nyh odezhdah predstat',
Tvoya krasota neizmenna.
V glazah tvoih slezy, ulybki, i nezhnost'.
V glazah tvoih net nikakih sekretov, net predelov,
Pritvoris' ten'yu vesennej v vesennih cvetah.
***
I esli ya chto-to tebe govoryu, eto chtob luchshe tebya uslyhat',
I esli ya slyshu tebya, ya uveren, chto ya tebya ponyal,
I esli ty mne ulybaesh'sya, eto chtob luchshe menya pokorit',
I esli ty mne ulybaesh'sya, ya vizhu ves' mir pred soboyu,
I esli ya obnimayu tebya, eto chtoby stihi moi nikogda ne konchalis',
Esli my zhivy s toboj, budet vse radostno v mire,
A kogda ya s toboj rasstayus', my i v razluke pomnim drug druga,
I rasstavayas' s toboj my drug druga opyat' obretem.
***
Pritvoris' ten'yu vesennej v vesennih cvetah,
Dnem samym korotkim v godu i polyarnoyu noch'yu,
Pritvoris' predsmertnoyu mukoyu teh, komu prividelas' osen',
Zapahom rozy i mudrym ozhogom krapivy.
Slezy v glazah, i na serdce gore,
Postyloe gore, unylye slezy.
ZHivoj chelovek, nichego on ne prosit,
Pechalen v tyur'me i pechalen na vole.
Pogoda pechal'na i noch' besprosvetna,
Slepogo ne vygonish' v temen' takuyu,
A sil'nyj v tyur'me, a slabyj u vlasti,
ZHalok korol', koroleva na trone.
Ulybki i vzdohi gniyut, oskorblen'ya
V ustah u nemyh, v glazah u truslivyh.
Ne trogajte zdes' nichego, obozhzhetes',
Derzhite-ka luch'she ruki v karmanah.
Smutnaya ten', vse neschast'ya na svete,
A nad nimi lyubov' moya, psom bespriyutnym.
S ponikshim lbom, so znamenem povisshim,
Vlachu tebya, kogda ya odinok,
Po chernym komnatam, po ulicam promozglym
I milosti ne klyanchu.
YA ne hochu, ya ih ne otpushchu,
Tvoi prostye i zagadochnye ruki,
Pronikshiesya v zerkale lenivyh ruk moih.
Vse prochee na svete bezuprechno,
Vse prochee na svete bespolezno,
Kak zhizn', kak zhizn'!
V tvoej teni kolodec vyryt,
V nemuyu vodu tvoih grudej
Kak kamen' kanut', kak kamen' kanut'!
- K STEKLU PRILXNUV LICOM/TY UJDESHX/YA ZAKRYL GLAZA/VSE POTERYANNO/YA ZHIVOJ
***
K steklu pril'nuv licom, kak skorbnyj strazh,
A podo mnoj vnizu nochnoe nebo,
A na moyu ladon' legli ravniny
V nedvizhnosti dvojnogo gorizonta.
K steklu pril'nuv licom, kak skorbnyj strazh,
Ishchu tebya za gran'yu ozhidan'ya,
Za gran'yu samogo sebya.
YA tak tebya lyublyu, chto ya uzhe ne znayu,
Kogo iz nas dvoih zdes' net!
***
Ty ujdesh', i otkroyutsya dveri v rassvet,
Ty ujdesh', i otkroyutsya dveri v menya...
***
YA zakryl glaza, chtoby bol'she ne videt',
YA zakryl glaza, chtoby plakat'
Ottogo, chto ne vizhu tebya!
Gde tvoi ruki, gde ruki laski,
Gde glaza tvoi, prihoti dnya?...
***
Vse poteryanno! Net tebya zdes',
Pamyat' nochej uvyadaet ...
Vse poteryanno! ...
***
YA zhivoj! ...
Aleksandr Gradskij
(vokal'naya syuita na stihi P. Beranzhe, P. SHelli, R. Bernsa)
God zapisi: 1979
Aleksandr Gradskij (vokal, f-no, gitara, chelesta, sintezatory,
skripka, kolokola, ksilofon, udarnye)
Sergej Zen'ko (flejta, saksofony)
Vladimir Vasil'kov (udarnye)
Simfonicheskij orkestr (dirizher Aleksandr Gradskij)
Perevod:
V. Dmitriev [1, 6]
M. Mihajlov [2]
S. Marshak [4, 9, 10]
V. Kurochkin [7, 8]
I. i A. Thorzhevskie [10 a)]
Vremya: 37.73
Zvukorezhisery: M. Dudkevich, A. Gradskij, YU. Bogdanov
Prodyuser: Aleksandr Gradskij
1. Beranzhe I
2. Beranzhe II
3. Oranzhevoe Nastroenie (instrumentalka)
4. SHelli
5. Fioletovoe Nastroenie (instrumentalka)
6. Beranzhe III
7. Beranzhe IV
8. Beranzhe V
9. Berns I
10. a)Beranzhe VI
b)Berns II
***
Devyatnadcatyj vek, devyatnadcatyj vek,
CHto tvoi imena nam, zachem v etot chas
YA poyu o tebe, devyatnadcatyj vek,
U poetov tvoih neobychno uchas',
YA poyu ih stihi, devyatnadcatyj vek,
O geroyah tvoih, i o budnyah tvoih,
Neprivychen motiv, neprichesan raspev,
I nevyshkolen etot neopytnyj stih,
I ne vyveren stil', no proverena bol',
Za tvoih synovej, devyatnadcatyj vek,
Za tvoih gumanistov, gorzhus' ya toboj,
I net temy novee, chem sam chelovek!
V pamyat' chest' otstoyavshih v neravnom boyu,
Za svobodu i ravenstvo zhivshih i pavshih,
YA utopiyu vam predlagayu svoyu,
V pamyat' proshlyh utopij, real'nost'yu stavshih.
***
Ot zol zemnyh dushoj skudeya
Iskal ya vyhoda v mechtah.
I vot glyazhu - letit ideya,
Vsem burzhua vnushaya strah.
O, kak byla ona prekrasna,
Hotya slaba i moloda!
No s Bozhej pomoshch'yu mne yasno -
Ona okrepnet, gospoda!
Nichto pregradoj mne ne budet,
Proniknu ya vo vrazhij stan,
Serdca lyudej moj golos budit,
Gremya sil'nej, chem baraban.
Ot zol zemnyh dushoj skudeya
Iskal ya vyhoda v mechtah.
I vot glyazhu - letit ideya,
Vsem burzhua vnushaya strah.
No na puti tvoem soldaty!
Begi, ditya, begi skorej!
V tyur'me - syrye kazematy,
No kryl'ya vyrastayut v nej!
No v porazhen'i stav sil'nee
I mertvyh lavrom uvenchav,
Vnov' k nebesam letit ideya,
U pobezhdennyh znamya vzyav.
Provozglashen soyuz svyashchennyj
Po vole neba nepremennoj,
Vzaimnyj zaklyuchili mir
Trus, durak, grabitel' i bankir.
Kol' vysmotrel soyuz svyashchennyj,
CHto gde-nibud' korol' pochtennyj
Svalilsya s trona, vmig na tron
Posazhen budet snova on.
Pri etom nash soyuz svyashchennyj
Imet' zhelaet nepremenno
Grebcov galernyh, da nemyh (?)
Tupyh, bessmyslennyh, nemyh,
Caryam-piratam kak bez nih?
No dlya polnejshego ih lada
Narody evnuhov vam nado!
Svetit, svetit soyuz i mir,
Gde trus, durak, grabitel' i bankir.
***
Tumannyj London ... Robert Ouen
Svoj nachinaet monolog.
On chut' vzvolnovan, okoldovanna
Tolpa lezhashchaya u nog.
On ej brosaet obvinen'ya,
Ona zh emu krichit: "Vivat!"
I zlym slovam s vostorgom vnemlya,
Gotova s nim hot' v raj, hot' v ad.
No konchen prazdnik, pyl'nyj veter
Unosit musor s ploshchadej.
On vsemi pozabyt na svete,
Filosof ili licedej.
Slova ne sglozhet zlost' tupaya! ...
Gustoj tuman i dushnyj smog ...
Vnov' Robert Ouen vystupaet,
On prodolzhaet monolog.
***
Anglichane, pochemu
Pokorilis' vy yarmu?
Otchego prostoj narod
Tket i pashet na gospod?
Dlya chego vam odevat'
V shelk i barhat vashu znat'?
Otdavat' im krov' i mozg,
Dobyvat' im med i vosk?
ZHnite hleb sebe na stol,
Tkite tkan' dlya teh, kto gol,
Kujte molotom metall,
CHtoby vas on zashchishchal.
Vy podval'nye zhil'cy
Lordam stroite dvorcy,
I vashi cepi sotnej glaz
Glyadyat s nasmeshkoyu na vas.
Ideya stuchitsya syuda,
Zapremte-ka dver', gospoda!
Tribuna, vel'mozha li ty,
Tvorenie ili nahodka?
O net, ty ditya nishchety,
Ty doch' bednyaka samorodka!
Ideya stuchitsya syuda,
Zapremte-ka dver', gospoda!
"Opyat'?" - zakrichal meshchanin.
"Pretenzii stanem pregradoj!
Zvat' k buntu, skazhu ne odin,
Idej u nas bol'she chem nado!"
Ideya stuchitsya syuda,
Zapremte-ka dver', gospoda!
***
Graf Anri Sen-Simon, graf Anri Sen-Simon,
CHto zhe vam ne hvatalo, lyubimec udachi?
Mozhet vam gorek hleb, esli goloden on,
Tot, kto hleb etot seyal, vsej kozheyu placha?
Mozhet vam ne mila rodovaya obitel'?
Mozhet vam nenavistny takie zakony,
Po kotorym zhila, net, terpela obidy
Vasha pastva? No ej ne nuzhny Sen-Simony.
Ne nuzhny ... Net, vy ver'te, svoboda pridet!
|to vremya pridet i ono uzhe blizko!
Vashe imya nachertit svobodnyj narod
Na granite pobednogo obeliska!
A poka truden shag, kazhdyj vystradan zvuk!
Hot' zhestok i bezdaren gospodskij zakon,
U nego sil'nyj vrag, chelovechestva drug -
Graf Anri Sen-Simon, graf Anri Sen-Simon.
***
Sen-Simon! Vse svoe dostoyan'e
Sokroven'e mechte posvyatil.
Starikam on podderzhki prosil,
CHtoby obshchestva dryahloe zdan'e
Na osnovah inyh vozvesti,
I ukaz odinokij, zabytyj,
Soznavaya, chto put', im otkrytyj,
CHelovechestvo mog by spasti.
Gospoda, esli k pravde svyatoj
Mir dorogi najti ne sumeet,
CHest' bezumcu, kotoryj naveet
CHelovechestvu son zolotoj.
Sen-Simon! Sen-Simon! Sen-Simon!
"Podnmi svoyu golovu smelo," -
Zval narody Fur'e, "Razdelis'
Na falangi i druzhno trudis'
V obshchem kruge dlya obshchego dela!"
Obnovlennaya vsya, brachnyj pir
Zapiruet zemlya s nebesami
I ta sila, chto dvizhet mirami,
CHelovechestvu dast novyj mir.
Sen-Simon! Sen-Simon! Sen-Simon!
Olovyannyh soldatikov stroem
Po shnurochku rozhdaemsya my,
CHut' iz ryada vyhodyat umy,
"Smert' bezumcam!" - my radostno voem.
Po bezumnym bluzhdaya dorogam,
Nam bezumec otkryl novyj svet.
Nam bezumcem dan bratstva zavet
I raspyatyj bezumec stal Bogom.
Esli b zavtra zemli nashej put'
Osvetit' eto solnce zabylo,
Zavtra celyj by mir osvetila
Mysl' bezumca kakogo-nibud'.
ZHdet ideya, kak chistaya deva,
Kto vozlozhit neveste venec?
"Pryachsya!" - robko ej shepchet mudrec,
A glupcy uzh trepeshchut ot gneva.
No bezumec-zhenih k nej gryadet,
Po polunochi, duhom svobodnyj,
I soyuz ih svoj plod pervorodnyj
CHelovechestvu schast'e daet.
My hleb edim i vodu p'em,
My ukryvaemsya tryap'em,
I vse takoe prochee.
A mezhdu tem, durak i plut
Odety v shelk i vina p'yut,
I vse takoe prochee.
Vot etot shut - prirodnyj lord,
Emu dolzhny my klanyatsya,
No pust' on choporen i gord -
Brevno brevno ostanetsya.
Nastanet den' i chas prob'et,
Kogda umu i chesti
Na vsej zemle pridet chered
Stoyat' na pervom meste.
Pri vsem pri tom, pri vsem pri tom,
Mogu vam predskazat' ya,
CHto budet den', kogda krugom
Vse lyudi budut brat'ya.
Devyatnadcatyj vek, devyatnadcatyj vek,
Skol'ko mnenij i pesen, stihov i nadezhd,
I otmetin, i veh ty ostavil v serdcah
Ne dlya prazdnyh uteh, devyatnadcatyj vek.
Nam tvoih synovej, devyatnadcatyj vek,
Ne zabyt', my - mechta ih, vdrug stavshaya yav'yu,
Tak vpered za mechtoyu idet chelovek
I ne gasnet svecha pered gryaz'yu i hlyab'yu!
Pust' stihi do konca na vopros ne otvetyat,
Devyatnadcatyj vek, chto zh, poety tvoi
Lish' nemnogie videli v tuchah prosvety,
My ved' znaem otvet: sozidaj i tvori!
V pamyat' chest' otstoyavshih v neravnom boyu,
Za svobodu i ravenstvo zhivshih i pavshih,
YA utopiyu im posvyashchayu svoyu,
V pamyat' proshlyh utopij, real'nost'yu stavshih.
My hleb edim i vodu p'em,
My ukryvaemsya tryap'em,
(I vse takoe prochee, i vse takoe prochee).
A mezhdu tem, durak i plut
Odety v shelk i vina p'yut,
(I vse takoe prochee, i vse takoe prochee).
Vot etot shut - prirodnyj lord,
Emu dolzhny my klanyatsya,
No pust' on choporen i gord -
Brevno brevno ostanetsya.
Nastanet den' i chas prob'et,
Kogda umu i chesti
Na vsej zemle pridet chered
Stoyat' na pervom meste.
Pri vsem pri tom, pri vsem pri tom,
Mogu vam predskazat' ya,
CHto budet den', kogda krugom
Vse lyudi budut brat'ya.
***
Lyubuyas' yasnost'yu lazuri
Na beregu, kogda-nibud'
Vy pozhalejte teh, ch'ya grud'
Vstrechala v more yarost' buri.
Otdajte chest' im, s burej sporya,
V bor'be tomitel'noj ustav,
Oni pogibli v bezdne morya,
Vdali vam pristan' ukazav.
Last-modified: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 22:43:47 GMT