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Паркопановый бедлам хипанам.	For the hippies – benadrilled disarray.	Parkopan-induced bedlam for the hippies.
И на этом вот и вся недолга,	In such manners curbs its scale, quickly spent,	And that was the end of that, it was short-lived,
Иллюзорная модель бытия.	That phantasmal ontological frame.	The illusory model of being.
Оборвались небеса с потолка,	Ceilings snapped or got scrubbed clean of the sky,	The heavens have broken off from the ceiling,
И свернулась в карусель колея.	Open roads wound down into carousels.	And the track has coiled into a carousel.
Ты, спасибо, помогла чем могла,	Major thanks for ways you helped how you may,	You, thank you, helped in any way you could,
Ты на феньки порвала удила.	Shredded harnesses to craft bracelet flair.	You have torn the reins into friendship bracelets.
Ветхой пылью рок-н-ролл на чердаках,	Basement rock & roll's dispersed feeble ash	Rock and roll is like ancient dust in the attics,
Я иглою на зрачках наколол.	With a needle I tattooed on my eyes...	I have tattooed with a needle on my pupils.
Маленький домик с видом на небо, а в небе апрель.	A cute little house open to the sky, with April up there.	A small house with a view of the sky, and in the sky is April.
Спасибо вам, дикие травушки, за липкую кровь, Спасибо вам, камушки, за вещую вашу постель. Золотоглазый Коперник, твори меня вновь!	Thank you, tiny pebbles, for your soothsaying couch. Thank you, crazy grasses, for how viscous the blood. Gold-eyed Copernicus, create me from scratch!	Thank you, wild grasses, for the sticky blood, Thank you, pebbles, for your prophetic bed. Golden-eyed Copernicus, create me anew!
ВОЙНА (Поэт:) Виктор Цой Покажи мне людей, уверенных в завтрашнем дне!.. Нарисуй мне портреты погибших на этом пути!.. Покажи мне того, кто выжил один из полка!.. Но кто-то должен стать дверью, А кто-то замком, а кто-то ключом от замка... Земля. Небо. Между Землей и Небом — ВОЙНА! И где бы ты ни был, Чтоб т...	WAR (Poet:) Viktor Tsoy Show me unshaken believers in the next day!.. Portrait for me those who've perished over this road!.. The one who survived from the squadron, please show him to me!.. But some serve as doors, And some become locks, while others turn into a key... Earth. Heaven. In-between the Earth and...	CONFLICT By Victor Tsoi Select for my benefit those folks, who are confident in the following day!.. Render for me portraits of those who died on this path!.. Demonstrate unto me him, who lived, one from the regiment!.. However, someone must become an entrance-way, And other persons a lock, and someone else enti...
СЛОВНО ТЕНЬ (Поэт:) Виктор Цой Словно тень бегу куда-то Я, как тень. Тороплюсь, опаздываю, Падаю. До отказа Ерундой Набив свой день, Тает вечер Чёрною громадой. Проходят день за днём, Дождь за дождём, Снег за снегом. А я в который раз Иду по мокрым улицам Домой.	LIKE A SHADE (Poet:) Viktor Tsoy Like a shade I'm running somewhere Shady I. Rush away, I'm late,  I'm stumbling. Past all shame, Compressed the day In trifling stuff, Evening melting down A dim enormity.  Day after day is gone, Rain after rain, Snow after snowfall. While for an umpteenth time I walk the s...	AS IF A SHADOW By Victor Tsoi As if a shadow I am running somewhere I, like a shadow. I am hurrying, I am being late, I am falling. To the limit With crap Having filled my day, The evening collapses As a black hulk. Day passes after day, Rain and rain, Snow and snow. And I for the millionth time Walk al...
Я в коем веке помню вас, Как нынче, барышней в саду.	I still recall you way back when, Like now, a maiden at the park.	For once in a blue moon I remember you, Like now as a young lady in the garden.
У вас был черный водолаз, И был каурый в поводу.	You wore a slim black turtleneck, Your harnessed stud was chestnut brown.	You had a black rubber bodysuit, And a light-brown horse on a leash.
Я помню дамой на балу, Как нынче бархат на атлас. В который раз влюбленный в вас, Сорил цветами по полу.	Remember, as a ballroom dame, Like now, your velvets satin-lined. In love with you some umpteenth time, I littered flowers on parquets.	I remember being a lady at a ball, Exactly like today, velvet on satin. For some clearly enumerated time giving love to you, I was littering, disposing of flowers all over the floor.
Бродячий цирк мсье Марсо,	Stray circus of Monsieur Marceau:	The wandering circus of Monsieur Marceau,
А я бродяга, музыкант,	And I, a vagabond, a bard...	And I am a tramp, a musician,
А вы крутили колесо.	You'd spin the wheel and twirl around	And you were turning the wheel.
У вас огромный алый бант.	Under a massive crimson bow.	You have a huge scarlet bow.
Я помню, как теперь смешно, Пастушка вы, я свинопас. И пью лукавое вино Из ваших смелых синих глаз.	And I recall, such silly times: I'm swineherd, you – a shepherdess. And I drink slyness like a wine Out of your daring sky-blue eyes.	I am remembering, how funny it all seems now, You are a shepherd girl, I am a swineherd. And I drink cunning wine From the cups of your courageous blue eyes.
Я ковылем по полю рос, У вас потемкинская кровь, Вам оставалось про любовь, Подушка, мокрая от слез.	I'd grow like speargrass over fields, And though have Potemkin's blood, A pillow, soaking-wet with tears, Was all you got of so much love.	I kept on growing like feathery weeds all over an open field, You own the blood shed by Potemkin. All you were left with, on the subject of love, A pillow, drenched wet with tears.
Мои видавшие шузы, Под пылью множества портов, Хлебнули долюшки-росы - Я вас нашел... Не нужно слов.	My faded seen-it-all chasseurs, Under the dust of many ports, Have chugged their share of morning dews – But now I've found you… No more words.	My footwear that has seen a lot in its day, Peeking under the dust grains of many seaside merchant cities, Have had their share of fate's early moisture – I have tracked you down... No further discussions are warranted.
НОЧЬ За окнами солнце, за окнами свет – Это день... Ну а я всегда любил ночь… И это моё дело любить ночь! И это моё право уйти в тень! Я люблю ночь за то, что в ней меньше машин... Я люблю дым и пепел своих папирос... Я люблю кухни за то, что они хранят тайны... Я люблю свой дом, но вряд ли это всерьез...	NIGHT   Outside it is sunny, outside it is bright – It is day... Well, but I have always loved the night... And it is my own business to love the night! And it is my own right to fade away! I love the night, because the night has fewer cars... I love the smoke and ashes from my cigarettes... I love kitchens for...	NIGHT-TIMES Beyond the windows is sun, beyond the windows is light. This are daytime hours... Sure they are, but I have always loved the night more... Well, it is my affair to make love to the night-times! And it is my privilege to go off disappearing into the shade! I love the nighttimes because in its midst it...
КОШКА (Автор Песни: Веня Д’ркин (Александр Литвинов)) Мне сегодня прольётся, Белой кошке в оконце, Лучик бисера пыли Доброе утро! Мне сегодня воздастся Три ступеньки от царства, Три подковки от Сивки, Три копытца от братца, Три попытки вернуться, Две попытки остаться С вечера полоумна, Вокзал немноголюд...	(Title:) CAT (Songwriter: Venya D’rkin aka Aleksandr Litvinov) Come today will fall on me, A white cat in a doorway, Beady dust a ray beaming – For a good morning! And I will be rewarded With three stairs from the kingdom, And three horseshoes from Sivka, And three hooves from my brother… Three attempts to go...	Kitty Venya D'rkin (Alexander Litvinov) Today, I will shed tears, A white cat in the window, A ray of beaded dust Good morning!   Today, I will be rewarded Three steps from the kingdom, Three horseshoes from Sivka, Three hooves from my brother, Three attempts to return, Two attempts to stay Crazy since eve...
Пластмассовый мир победил Макет оказался сильней Последний кораблик остыл Последний фонарик устал	The model has beaten the real The plastic dimension prevailed The last tiny ship froze within The last little lantern grew tired,	The plasticine universe has won The toy turned out to be mightier The last little ship has grown cold The last little lantern has grown sleepy
(Поэт:) Вероника Тушнова Я пенять на судьбу не вправе, годы милостивы ко мне... Если молодость есть вторая - лучше первой она вдвойне. Откровеннее и мудрее, проницательней и щедрей. Я горжусь и любуюсь ею - этой молодостью моей. Та подарком была, не боле, та у всех молодых была. Эту я по собственной воле, силой собст...	(Poet:) Veronica Tushnova They've been so merciful, my years, I've little cause to rue the fates, And if a second youth exists Mine's doubly sweeter than the first. It's wiser, twice more frank and earnest, More penetrating, keen and kind, I'm proud of it, and I admire it, This second youthfulness of mine. The first ...	(Poet:) Veronica Tushnova I have no right to complain about fate, the years have been kind to me... If there is a second youth, it is twice as good as the first. More candid and wiser, more perceptive and generous. I am proud of it and admire it— this youth of mine. That was a gift, nothing more, every young person ha...
А в горле сопят комья воспоминаний, моя оборона	While lumped recollections are choking the throat and, all my defenses	And in my throat, lumps of memories are sniffling, my defense
Солнечный зайчик стеклянного глаза	A flashbunny sunbeam of eyes glassing over	A sunbeam from a glass eye
Траурный мячик нелепого мира	This ludicrous time-world's funereal football	A mourning ball of a ridiculous world
Траурный мячик дешёвого мира	A tawdry cheap world-realm's funereal softball	A mourning ball of a cheap world
Пластмассовый мир победил	The plastic dimension prevailed	The plastic world has won
Ликует картонный набат	And cardboard alarm bells rejoice	The cardboard alarm bell is rejoicing
Кому нужен ломтик июльского неба?	Who cares for a sliver of mid-July heaven?	Who needs a slice of the July sky?
Солнечный зайчик незрячего мира	A flashbunny sunbeam of world-time gone blinded	A sunbeam of a blind world
Траурный мячик стеклянного глаза	Funereal football of eyes glassing over	A mourning ball of a glass eye
Траурный зайчик нелепого глаза...	Funereal sunbun of ludicrous eyeballs...	A mourning sunbeam of a ridiculous eye...
Траурный мячик незрячего мира	Funereal ball of a realm blinded over	A mourning ball of a blind world
Солнечный зайчик стеклянного глаза	A solarized shine flicking side of a glass eye	A sunbeam from a glass eye
(Название:) ДВЕНАДЦАТЬ (Сегмент 9) (Поэт:) Александр Блок Не слышно шуму городского, Над невской башней тишина, И больше нет городового — Гуляй, ребята, без вина! Стоит буржуй на перекрестке И в воротник упрятал нос. А рядом жмется шерстью жесткой Поджавший хвост паршивый пес. Стоит буржуй, как пес голодны...	(Title:) TWELVE (Segment 9) (Poet:) Alexander Blok One hears no more of city's clamor, The Nevsky spire in silence stands, The city guardsman's gone forever – So revel with no wine tonight, my friends! A bouzhie stands by crossing corners, Into the collar hides his nose. A wretched hound, who stands right ov...	(Title:) TWELVE (Part 9) (Poet:) Aleksandr Block No city noise can be heard, Silence reigns over the Neva Tower, And there are no more policemen— Walk freely, guys, without guilt! A bourgeois stands at the crossroads, His nose tucked into his collar. And nearby, a mangy dog with its tail tucked between its legs Cur...
МОЯ ОБОРОНА (Автор Песни: Егор Летов) Пластмассовый мир победил Макет оказался сильней Последний кораблик остыл Последний фонарик устал, А в горле сопят комья воспоминаний Оо — моя оборона — Солнечный зайчик стеклянного глаза Оо — моя оборона — Траурный мячик нелепого мира Траурный мячик дешёвого мира Плас...	MY DEFENSES (Songwriter: Yegor Letov) The model has beaten the real The plastic dimension prevailed The last tiny ship froze within The last little lantern grew tired, While lumped recollections are choking the throat and… O, aw — all my defenses — A flashbunny sunbeam of eyes glassing over O, aw— all my defe...	My Protection Yegor Letov The plastic world has won The model turned out to be stronger The last little boat has cooled down The last flashlight has grown tired, And lumps of memories snort in my throat Oo — my defense — A sunbeam in a glass eye Oo — my defense — A mournful ball of a ridiculous world A mour...
ЕЩË НЕ ПОЗДНО (Авторы Песни: Леонид Фёдоров (песнь), Дмитрий Озерский (слова)) Ещё не поздно, День уже прожит, Войди, прохожий, Я тебе верю. Сдирая кожу, входит луна В узкие двери. Что-то поет чей-то голос, Бьется в стекло, Тонет в стекле. Разорвалось, раскололось... Кто-то зовет меня. Ещё не поздно, Нас уже дво...	IT’S NOT TOO LATE (Songwriters: Leonid Fedorov (song), Dmitriy Ozerskiy (lyrics)) It’s not too late \| though The day is all lived through. Enter, oh, stranger, Sure I believe you. Peeling its flesh, the moon comes through The narrow doorway.   Singing away, someone’s voice, it Beats at the glass, Drowns in the glass...	Not too Late Leonid Fedorov (music), Dmitry Ozersky (lyrics)) It's not too late, The day is already over, Come in, passerby, I believe you. Peeling off the skin, the moon enters Through the narrow door.   Someone's voice sings something, Beats against the glass, Drowns in the glass. It bursts, it shatters... Someone...
(Название:) МАМА И УБИТЫЙ НЕМЦАМИ ВЕЧЕР (Поэт:) Владимир Маяковский По черным улицам белые матери судорожно простерлись, как по гробу глазет. Вплакались в орущих о побитом неприятеле: «Ах, закройте, закройте глаза газет!» Письмо. Мама, громче! Дым. Дым. Дым еще! Что вы мямлите, мама, мне? Видите — весь воздух вымоще...	(Title:) MAMA AND THE EVENING MURDERED BY THE GERMANS (Poet:) Vladimir Mayakovsky White mothers, spasmodically, over black streets Sprawled out, like on caskets designs. Wept in to those screaming about battered foes, “Oh, close, close those newspaper eyes!” A letter. Mom, louder! Smoke. Smoke. And more smoke! What a...	MOM AND THE NIGHT KILLED BY PEOPLE FROM GERMANY By Vlad Mayakovski White mothers sprawled convulsively across the black streets, like eyes staring at a coffin. They cried out to the screaming enemy: “Oh, close your eyes, close your eyes, newspapers!” Letter. Mom, louder! Smoke. Smoke. More smoke! What are you mumblin...
Ещё не поздно	It's not too late though	It's not too late,
День уже прожит,	The day is all lived through,	The day has already been lived,
Войди, прохожий,	Come in, stranger,	Come in, passerby,
Я тебе верю.	I do believe you.	I believe you.
Сдирая кожу, входит луна В узкие двери.	Peeling its flesh, the moon steps through The narrow doorway.	Tearing off its skin, the moon enters Into the narrow doors.
Что-то поет чей-то голос,	Singing away, someone's voice, it	Someone's voice is singing something,
Бьется в стекло,	Beats at the glass,	It's hitting the glass,
Тонет в стекле.	Drowns in the glass.	It's drowning in the glass.
Разорвалось, раскололось...	Something got torn, split through corners...	It has torn, it has split...
Кто-то зовет меня.	Someone calls out for me.	Someone is calling me.
Ещё не поздно,	It's not too late, for	This is not yet too late,
Нас уже двое,	We've become two now,	There are two of us now,
За дверью воет, мы ещё целы.	We're still intact, outdoors – a howling.	Something is howling behind the door, we are still whole.
Над полем боя светит луна,	Over the war field shimmers the moon,	The moon is shining over the battlefield,
Скучно быть смелым.	Courage is boring.	It's boring to be brave.
КАЖДУЮ НОЧЬ Третий день с неба течет вода, Очень много течет воды. Говорят, так должно быть здесь, Говорят, это так всегда. Знаешь, каждую ночь Я вижу во сне море. Знаешь, каждую ночь Я слышу во сне песню. Знаешь, каждую ночь Я вижу во сне берег. Знаешь, каждую ночь... Мы приходим домой к себе, Люди ходят из дома в дом...	EACH SINGLE NIGHT Third day straight, water flows from the sky, Lots of water comes streaming in, They say that's how it must be here, They say that's how it always goes. You know, nights running on, I stare at the sea, sleeping. You know, before each dawn, I'm hearing a song, dreaming. You know, each single night, In ...	EVERY NIGHT For the third day water flows from the sky, A great deal of water flows. They say it must be so here, They say it is always so. You know, every night I see in a dream the sea. You know, every night I hear in a dream a song. You know, every night I see in a dream a shore. You know, every night... We come to ...
(Название:) ЭПИГРАММА НА СТАЛИНА (Поэт:) Осип Мандельштам Мы живем, под собою не чуя страны, Наши речи за десять шагов не слышны, А где хватит на полразговорца, Там припомнят кремлёвского горца. Его толстые пальцы, как черви, жирны, А слова, как пудовые гири, верны, Тараканьи смеются усища, И сияют его го...	(Title:) THE STALIN EPIGRAM (Poet:) Osip Mandelshtam We all live, underneath us no country we sense, Our speeches unheard of from over ten steps, Yet, where sounds suffice for a half-talk, There, the Kremlin highlander gets name-dropped. How his corpulent fingers, like earthworms, are fat, And his words, poun...	(Title:) EPIGRAM ON STALIN (Poet:) Osip Mandelstam We live, unaware of the country beneath us, Our words cannot be heard ten steps away, And where there is enough for half a conversation, There they will remember the Kremlin mountaineer. His thick fingers are fat like worms, And his words are as heavy as wei...
ЭТО НЕ ЛЮБОВЬ Ты часто проходишь мимо, не видя меня С кем-то другим, я стою не дыша Я знаю, что ты живешь в соседнем дворе Ты идешь не спеша, Не спеша... А вечером я стою под твоим окном Ты поливаешь цветы, поливаешь цветы А я дотемна стою и сгораю огнем И виной тому ты, только ты Научи меня всему тому, что умеешь ты Я...	IT ISN'T LOVE You often walk by me with someone else, Oblivious!.. I stand breathless. I know that you live right down the street... You always pace your steps... (You) Never waste your steps! And at night I stand by your window pane... You're watering flowers... Watering flowers! While I stand there, slowly going insa...	THIS IS NOT LOVE You often pass by, not seeing me With someone else, I stand without breathing I know you live in the neighboring yard You walk unhurriedly, Unhurriedly... And in the evening I stand beneath your window You are watering flowers, watering flowers And I stand until dark and I burn with fire And the fault ...
ХАРАКИРИ (Поэт:) Егор Летов   Сид Вишес умер у тебя на глазах Ян Кёртис умер у тебя на глазах Джим Моррисон умер у тебя на глазах А ты остался таким же как был... Всего два выхода для честных ребят Схватить автомат и убивать всех подряд Или покончить с собой, собой, собой, собой, собой, собой, Если всерьёз вос...	HARAKIRI (Poet:) Yegor Letov   Sid Vicious died right before your eyes Ian Curtis died in front of your eyes Jim Morrison croaked right before your eyes But you just stayed same as you've been... Only two ways out for the good and honest crowd Grab an automatic rifle, murder everyone around Else, go & off your ...	HARAKIRI-DEATH By Igor Letov  Sid the Terrible croaked on your eyes Ewan Kertis died in your eyes Jimmy Moreson died on your eyes When you were just as you were... There are only two exits for honest dudes To grab a machine gun and kill everyone in a row Or to kill yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself, yourse...
МЫШЕЛОВКА (Поэт:) Егор Летов Завтра будет скучно и смешно Это не больно Просто вчера был день Завтра будет вечно и грешно Это не важно Важен лишь цвет травы Соль насыпана на ладонь Она Рассыпана на ладони.... …мышеловка захлопнулась!	MOUSETRAP (Poet:) Yegor Letov The next day will be riotous and boring Which isn't painful Just means the last one was a day The next day will be timeless and unholy That doesn't matter Only the shade of grasses might Salt was poured onto the palm... Over the palm Was spread... …then the mousetrap snapped!	MOUSE-TRAPPER By Egor Letoff Tomorrow will be boring and funny It is not a hurt It's merely that yesterday was yesterday Tomorrow will be eternal and sinful It is not important Only the color of the grasslands is significant Salt grains fall on the palm Look at that Scattered on the palm.... ...the mouse trap...
ЕВАНГЕЛИЕ ОТ ЕГОРКИ Зоркие окна. Кто согреет зоркие окна?.. Пожалей беззвучными словами Своего оловянного Христа. Жадные пальцы. Кто накормит жадные пальцы? Обними голодными руками Своего неспасённого Христа. Беглые тени. Кто поймает беглые тени? Спеленай надёжными цепями Своего безнадёжного Христа. Сколь...	THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YEGOR Vigilant windows. Who could warm such vigilant windows? Won't you silently verbalize your mercy Unto your tin-man of a Christ. Covetous fingers. Who could feed such covetous fingers? Go embrace with hungriest of limbs now Your unredeemed unrescuable Christ. Fugitive shadows. Who...	GOSPEL PER YEGORKA Sharp eyes. Who will warm the sharp eyes?.. Pity with soundless words Your own tin Jesus. Avaricious fingers Who will feed the avaricious fingers? Embrace with hungry hands Your own unsaved Jesus Christ Fleeing shadows Who will catch the fleeing shadows? Swaddle with reliable chains Your ...
ТУМАН Туман, туман \| Седая пелена Далеко-далеко \| За туманами война Идут бои без нас, \| Но за нами нет вины Мы к земле \| прикованы \| туманом Воздушные рабочие войны. Туман, туман \| На прошлом, на былом Далеко-далеко \| За туманами наш дом А в землянке фронтовой Нам про детство снятся сны Видно, все мы рано \|...	FOG The fog, the fog – \| that grey-haired veiling blot Far, far beyond \| the fogs a war is fought Its battles rage without us, \| but we are not at fault To earth below us \| by the fog \| we're tethered The laborers of airways in this war The fog, the fog \| lies on what's past and gone Far, far beyond \| the fog ...	MIST Mist, Mist A gray shroud Far, far away Beyond the mist, a war Battles are fought without us, but we are not to blame We are chained to the earth by mist The elevated workers of warring. Misty mist On the past, on what has already happened Farther, distantly away Way past the fogs is our house And in a co...
ОН УВИДЕЛ СОЛНЦЕ (Поэт:) Егор Летов Замедленный шок, канавы с водой Бетонные стены, сырая земля Железные окна, электрический свет Заплесневший звук, раскалённый асфальт А мир был чудесный, как сопля на стене А город был хороший, словно крест на спине А день был счастливый как слепая кишка А он увидел солнце....	AND THEN HE SAW THE SUN SHINE (Poet:) Yegor Letov A slow-motion shockwave, the gutters spill out, The walls made of concrete, the moisturized earth, The windows of iron, the fluorescent glow, The mold-covered noise, and the burning asphalt! While the world was a marvel, like some snot on a fence, And the town ...	THAT MAN PERCEIVED THE SUN By Egor Letov Slowed-down shock, ditches with water Concrete walls, damp earth Iron windows, electric light Moldy sound, red-hot street And the world was nice, like snot on a wall And the city was good, like a cross on the spine And the day was happy like a blind gut And he looked a...
СОЛНЦЕВОРОТ (Поэт:) Егор Летов Наше дело большое, почётное Словно кипение масла В кровавой каше Словно строчка бегущая прочь Словно тёплый хлеб Словно млечный дождь В мире без греха Наше дело последнее, словно Патрон Словно вечно последний подвиг Словно всякий последний раз Словно первый вдох Словно перв...	SOLSTICE (Poet:) Yegor Letov Our work is immense, as noble as the Boiling of oil In a blooded oatmeal Alike a phrase run off Like a soft warm bread Like a milky storm In a sinless world Our work is ultimate, like a Bullet Like a forever ultimate feat Like all things never again Is like the newborn breath...	SUN-STAND By Egor Letov Our cause is great and honorable Like the spurting of butter From a bleeding porridge Like a line running away Like warm bread-roll Like a milky rain In a world without sin Our cause is the last, as if A cartridge As if the eternally last feat As if every last time Like the first b...
ПРО ДУРАЧКА (Поэт:) Егор Летов Ходит дурачок по лесу, Ищет дурачок глупее себя. Идет смерть по улице, несет блины на блюдце, Кому вынется тому и сбудется, Тронет за плечо поцелует горячо, Полетят копейки из-за пазухи долой Ходит дурачок по миру, Ищет дурачок глупее себя. Светило солнышко и ночью и днём Не...	ABOUT A FOOL (Poet:) Yegor Letov There's a fool \| roaming through the woods, Searching for someone \| still more foolish \| than that. Death strolls down the way, \| Carries pancakes on a tray, If you pull one from the stack, \| Then that's just your luck! Death would lift you by your knees, \| Plant a burning kiss,...	ABOUT THE LITTLE FOOL By Egor Letoff A little fool walks through the forest, The little fool is looking for a fool more foolish than himself. Death is walking down the street, carrying pancakes on a saucer, Whoever gets it will have it come true, It will touch the shoulder, kiss hotly, The kopecks will fly away...
ПРЫГ-СКОК (Поэт:) Егор Летов Качались качели без пассажиров без посторонней помощи сами по себе... Пересохло горло намокла ветка намокла ветка набухла протока осквернилась заводь недвижной воды недвижной воды судорогой чёрной Свело пальцы сгорела башка сволокло туловище вымело душу за околицу за око...	LEAP-HOP (Poet:) Yegor Letov Swings were flying with no passengers or external forcing all by themselves... Throat got parching Branch got drenching Branch got drenching Gutter swelling Dharmashed soiling Of stilled waters Of stilled waters And black spasming Fingers cramped-up Head burnt-out Body drag...	JUMP-LEAPING The swings were swinging without anyone there  without outside pushing on their own... The throat dried up  the branch got wet  the branch got wet  the duct puffed  the backwater was desecrated  of still water  of still water  by a black cramp The fingers cramped  the head aflame  down the torso was ...
ВСПЫХНУЛО В ПОЛНОЧЬ... Вспыхнуло в полночь кромешное солнышко Дедушка умер задохся во сне Семья его стонет стоит вкруг него И волосы рвёт на себе и на нём А дедушка мёртвый, былинный, лукавый Лежит коромыслом, течёт восвояси Обут в деревянные грозные валенки Словно великий пещерный святой. Стань бревном колос Стань чер...	AT MIDNIGHT IGNITED... At midnight ignited a pitchiest sunshine Grandpa had perished - croaked in his sleep His family moaning, round him stand Ripping their hair, and his just as well While grandpa all dead, sly, and fabled Lies flat as a tub, floating asunder Shoed into wooden formidable boots Alike a magnificent cav...	IT FLARED UP AT MIDNIGHT... At midnight a pitch-dark little sun flared up Grandfather died, he suffocated in his sleep His family is moaning, standing around him And tearing the hair on themselves and on him And the grandfather is dead, epic, cunning He lies like a yoke, he flows on his own way Shod in wooden fearsome ...
ЗНАЧИТ, УРАГАН (Поэт:) Егор Летов Не с кем говорить, не с кем воевать Больше некому дарить, некому играть В сонной темноте вязнет немота Значит, ураган Значит, напролом Значит, наобум Значит, кувырком Значит, как всегда В пламени брода нет Тягостная новь, душное кольцо Леденящая любовь, чудо-колесо Шапка ...	MEANING, HURRICANE (Poet:) Yegor Letov No one to converse with, or to war against No one left for presents, no one left who plays In the drowsy darkness, muteness is ensnared Meaning, hurricane Meaning, storm headlong Meaning, all at random Meaning, somersault Meaning, same as ever There is no ford amid flam...	SO, A HURRICANE There is no one to talk to, no one to fight There is no one left to give to, no one to play with In the sleepy darkness, dumbness gets stuck So, a hurricane So, head-on So, at random So, head over heels So, as always In the flame, there is no easy road Oppressive newness, a stuffy ring Icy ...
В ОГНЕ БРОДА НЕТ (Поэт:) Егор Летов Заживо преисполниться святости Босиком протаптывать пути-дорожки Радужные тропинки Отчаянно и сладко пригрезится На горизонте Последнему Что ещё?	NO FORD AMID FLAME (Poet:) Yegor Letov To come overfilled alive of holiness To tread-forth barefoot roadways-tracks Rainbow trails Desperately and sweetly to apparition On the horizon The Ultimate. Whatever else?	NOBODY GETS STANDING IN THE FIRE By Egor Letow To be filled with holiness while alive To tread paths-roads barefoot Rainbow paths Desperately and sweetly it will seem in a dream On the horizon To the last one What else?
ОСЕНЬ (Поэт:) Егор Летов Хватит веселиться, хватит горевать, Можно расходиться, можно забывать. Кто бы что ни сделал, кем бы кто ни стал, Никто не проиграл. Верные пожитки на своих местах, Скверные улыбки тлеют на устах. Тяжким коромыслом вечная ничья Никто не проиграл. На крылечке по утрам Блюдце с молок...	AUTUMN (Poet:) Yegor Letov Plenty celebrating, plenty grieving sad, Might as well get splitting, might as well forget. Anything one managed, whom or what become. No-one lost or won. Trustiest possessions in their proper place Wicked little smiles are rotting on each face As a heavy yoke falls an eternal draw ...	AUTUMNAL By Igor Letoff Enough having fun, enough grieving, We can disperse, we can forget. Whatever anyone did, whoever anyone became, No one lost. Faithful belongings in their places, Nasty smiles smolder on lips. A heavy yoke, an eternal draw No one lost. On the porch in the mornings A saucer with milk Pebbles...
В СИЯНИИ ( СМЕТЕНИИ ...) (Поэт:) Егор Летов Череда ситуаций, мест, ритуалов Переездов на новые пастбища Комья земли в коченеющих сумерках Тракторист, до зубов вооруженный На самом краю горизонта Зло кричит говорит тебе Место Ты теряешь место Место теряет тебя	AMID SWEEPING ( SHIMMERING ...) (Poet:) Yegor Letov Chain-rowed situations, spots, ritualizations Relocations out onto new pastures Earthen clumps in a deep-freezing twilight A man, tractor driver, and armed to the teeth, From the horizon's sheer edge of relief yelling, all evil, is saying to you Lose the place - an...	IN THE RADIANCE ( CONFUSION ...) By Egor Letoff A series of situations, places, rituals Moving to new pastures Clumps of earth in the stiffening twilight A tractor driver, tooth and nail with weapons At the very edge of the horizon Angrily shouts, to teach you You are missing the place The place is missing you
ВСЁ ЧТО МНЕ УДАЛОСЬ... (Поэт:) Егор Летов Всё что мне удалось передать по наследству То не святость, не букость То здоровая дурость Уверенность в том, что запросто можно исчерпать океаны бессилия Да не просто ладонью А своею собственной.	ALL THAT I'VE MANAGED TO... (Poet:) Yegor Letov All that I've managed to leave as inheritance – Is neither meanness, nor saintliness, But a healthy foolhardiness Confidence that one may pitcher away with ease drain oceanic helplessnesses And not simply with a palm But with a palm of one's own.	ALL THAT I SUCCEEDED IN... By Egor Letoff All that I managed to pass on as inheritance Is not holiness, not sullenness It is a healthy foolishness Confidence in the fact that it is simple to exhaust the oceans of powerlessness And not just with a palm But with one's own.
ЗАТАИСЬ И ЖДИ (Поэт:) Олег Гаркуша   Не стоит ныть умерь свою прыть, Затаись и жди. Возьми топор и в лес, Затаись и жди. Плечо к плечу горячо! Затаись и жди. Улыбнись вспомни жизнь! Затаись и жди. Не уповай на Рай, Затаись и жди. Шуршит мышь тишь. Затаись и жди. Да да дада Ла да дада да Затаи...	HIDE-AWAY & WAIT (Poet:) Oleg Garkusha   No need \| to mope  Hold your stops, Hide away & wait.  Go to the \| woods  With an axe.  Tuck away & wait.   Where shoulders \| touch Heat may catch. Draw a veil & wait. Remember \| life Smile!  Stow away and wait.   Don't leave the \| prize  For Paradise,  Lurk away and wai...	LIE LOW AND LINGER By Oleg Garkusha It is not worth whining moderate your quickness, Lie low and wait. Take an axe and to the forest, Lie low and wait. Shoulder to shoulder is too hot! Lie low and wait. Smile to remember life! Lie low and wait. Do not hope for Heaven, Lie low and wait. A mouse is rustl...
ЛЕНИН (Авторы Песни: Krovostok (*группа))   Бог оказался фраером, Расфуфыренным фраерком. А тени скользят по гравию, Колышемы ветерком.   Ветерок колышет те тени, Гравий тревожно шуршит, Как вши в шевелюре Есенина, Как вдалеке Мессершмитт.   Как деньги, когда их считают, Как шёлковые чулки, Как книжки, когда и...	(Title:) LENIN (Songwriters: Krovostok (*band))   Turns out God was one mark-ass dummy Just a fancied-out wee marky toast Now, where shadows are sliding on gravel By the breeze every shadow throbs.   And these shadows get throbbing twistered Over gravel which scrapes with unease Like a Messerschmitt plane in the ...	V.I. Lenin Krovostok   God turned out to be a fool, A pompous fool. And shadows glide across the gravel, Swayed by the breeze.   The breeze stirs those shadows, The gravel rustles anxiously, Like lice in Yesenin's hair, Like a Messerschmitt in the distance.   Like money when it's being counted, Like silk stockings, Li...
А ты кидай свои слова в мою прорубь Ты кидай свои ножи в мои двери Свой горох кидай горстями в мои стены Свои зёрна в заражённую почву На переломанных кустах клочья флагов На перебитых фонарях обрывки петель На обесцвеченных глазах мутные стёкла На обмороженной земле белые камни Кидай свой бисер Перед вздёрнутым рыл...	Why don't you throw all your words where I'm melting Come on, and throw your daggers at my doorways At my walls throw your peas by the handful Launch your seeds into contaminated topsoil From broken branches swaying scraps of old banners From battered street-lamps hang rags, tattered nooses Discolored eyes are hidden ...	And THROW YOUR WORDS into my ice hole, Throw knives AT my Doors, POUR PEAS against walls, CAST seeds onto INFECTED soil On shattered bushes hang tattered FLAG FRAGMENTS Upon broken streetlamps dangle NOOSES torn Off faded eyes cloud OVER glasses White stones dot frozen earth Your beads may YOU scatter Before upturned s...
Я ведь не из робких,	I'm not one to tremble,	I am not one of the timid,
Все мне по плечу.	All things in my reach.	Everything is within my power.
Сильный я и ловкий,	I am strong and nimble,	I am strong and agile,
Ветра проучу.	To the wind a thing I'll teach.	I will teach the wind a lesson.
Был сильный ветер, крыши рвал, И несмотря на поздний час В округе вряд ли кто-то спал: Стихия не на шутку разошлась.	The wind was mighty, tearing at the roofs, And even though it was so late at night, I doubt too many in that district slept, The elemental force had really riled up wild.	There was a strong wind, it was tearing off roofs, And despite the late hour Hardly anyone was sleeping in the district: The element had really gotten out of hand.
Но вдруг какой-то парень с криком побежал	But all at once, some fellow ran out with a scream,	But suddenly some guy started running with a scream,
И принялся махать метлой	And with a broom began to swing around,	And began to wave a broom
Ах, ветер, негодяй, ты спать мне помешал.	"Oh, wind, you rascal, you disturbed my sleep,	"Oh, wind, you scoundrel, you have disturbed my sleep.
Ану-ка, выходи на бой!"	"Why don't you come on out and fight me, now!"	"Come on, come out and fight!"
И ветер закружился, заметался,	That's when the wind began to swirl and toss undone,	And the wind began to swirl and rush about,
Деревья начал с корнем рвать.	And with their roots entire trees to rip.	It began to tear the trees out by the roots.
Откуда этот сумасшедший взялся, Что хочет с ветром воевать.	Where in the world now did this madman come, Who would proclaim a war against the wind?!	Where did this crazy fool come, Who wants to war with the wind.
Но парень не сдавался и метлой махал,	And yet, the kid undaunted, with his broom would swing,	But the guy did not give up and was waving his broom,
И удалялся в глубь полей.	And lure the wind out to the open field.	And was moving away into the depth of the fields.
И впрямь не плохо с ветром воевал,	For truly, he fought well against the wind.	And indeed he was not fighting badly with the wind,
А ветер становился злей.	As for the wind; it only grew more mean.	And the wind was getting angrier.
И вдруг метла со свистом улетела прочь	Then, with a whoosh, the broom was carried out of sight,	And suddenly the broom flew away with a whistle
И храбрый парень вслед за ней	And right behind it flew the fearless kid	And the brave guy after it
А после этого спокойней стала ночь,	And after that, more calmly went the night,	And after that the night became calmer,
Исчез во мраке дуралей.	Into the dark the loon had disappeared.	The fool has disappeared in the darkness.
Его под утро пастухи нашли в стогу,	The shepherds found him in a haystack come the dawn,	In the morning the shepherds found him in a haystack,
Он очень крепко спал.	He soundly slept, all furled.	He was sleeping very soundly.

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