Aleksandr Gradskij YUzhnaya proshchal'naya 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. - 2. My spasemsya sami 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. - 3. Pesnya o pticah 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. - 4. Kino |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! - 5. V sredu dnem 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. - 6. Rozy 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. - 7. CHelovek na divane 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.  * |KSPEDICIYA *  (p)1992 - |kspediciya 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. - Novoe Nebo 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. - YA Hochu Ponyat' 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. - My Ne ZHdali Peremen 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 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 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'!) - ZLO 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 ZHIVAYA POKOJNICA 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. - NE POMNYA ZLA 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. - BYTX 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! ...  * UTOPIYA A.G. *  (p)1979 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 - BERANZHE I *** 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. - BERANZHE II 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. - SHELLI *** 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. - BERANZHE III 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! - BERANZHE IV *** 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 bezume