Тексты песен Бориса Гребенщикова (41)

Тексты песен Бориса Гребенщикова

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Пани Ирэна

Я безумно боюсь золотистого плена 
Ваших медно-змеиных волос. 
Я влюблён в Ваше тонкое имя Ирэна 
И в следы Ваших слёз, Ваших слёз.

Я влюблён в Ваши гордые польские руки, 
В эту кровь голубых королей, 
В эту бледность лица, до восторга, до муки, 
Обожжённого песней моей.

Разве можно забыть эти детские плечи? 
Этот горький заплаканный рот? 
И акцент Вашей странной изысканной речи 
И ресниц утомлённых полёт?

А крылатые брови? А лоб Беатриче? 
А весну в повороте лица? 
О, как трудно любить в этом мире приличий! 
О, как больно любить без конца!

И бледнеть, и терпеть, и не сметь увлекаться, 
И зажав своё сердце в руке, 
Осторожно уйти, навсегда отказаться, 
И ещё улыбаясь в тоске.

Не могу, не хочу, наконец - не желаю! 
И приветствуя радостный плен, 
Я со сцены Вам сердце, как мячик, бросаю. 
Ну, ловите, принцесса Ирэн!

А. Вертинский

Up in smoke

Book of love in front of me 
Tries to bite my chin; 
Angel right behind my shoulder 
Waits to do me in; 
I wish I had a heart 
To walk me like a dog - 
But life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke.

Used to be a passenger, 
Now they take me as their own; 
Used to be a fisher-king 
But now my cross is gone. 
I wish I had some faith, 
But all I do is talk - 
And life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke.

We could be engineers, 
We could drive a coach; 
Could be real New Age 
With positive approach. 
I wish I still could laugh, 
I wish it was a joke - 
But life's a sweet thing, 
Going up in smoke.

The Angel calling

It's always like this - 
Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain, 
Into my brain - 
And then waits for the spark. 
And I say to myself - 
Come on now, do you really have to be that insane? 
Be that insane - 
Than off I go...

Suppose I was made of steel, 
I'll find myself a magnet, 
And I'll call it your name, 
Call it your name 
And then paint it bright; 
And you'll destroy me with light, 
You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel - 
Your hands on my wheel; 
And then off I'll go.

All in all - it's another step to heaven, 
And in heaven it's easy to see - 
It was the angel, that's calling me; 
It was the angel, and I just did what he said; 
It was the angel, and I'm satisfied; 
It was the angel, and I cried and I cried, 
And I tried and I tried, 
And I can't get you out of my head.

Under the good sun

They say it's always been the same 
Throughout the years; 
They come they go they stay the same. 
They pray for sun, 
They pray for rain - 
Against the grain, my love, 
They go again, my love.

Young lovers broken on the wheel 
They spin themselves; 
I pray to Gods they spin it well. 
Their hounds of love, 
Their hounds of hell - 
They might be true, my love, 
But not for you, my love - 
Cause you stand in the good good sun.

The winds of charity have passed 
Beyound the pale, 
They've left us here without the stage. 
Their storms of war, 
Their tears of rage - 
They'll let us through, my love, 
Cause we stand with you, my love - 
And you stand in the good good sun.

Heading for the absolute one

Women today gained entrance to the City Of Light: 
Oh Joy Undescribed - security there was never tigh 
Saint Peter by the pearly gate - 
He looks funny, but he's doing alright; 
He's taking the preventive measures - 
Must have been too late...

The lingeried ladies are walking on by; 
The angels take cover - they think it isn't right; 
And if the party's gonna go on tonight - 
I don't know, who will set it all straight; 
Who'll take away the empty bodies 
And paint the clouds white - white again;

So, my love, 
I think that enough is enough; 
Tired of this second-hand fun, 
I'm heading for the absolute one.

Descriptions in the holy books leave me feeling rather stiff, 
For there's much more that my spirit has to give; 
We played it perfect for the moon and the sun; 
This story's over, the credit is gone - 
So it's one for the road - and I'm 
Heading for the absolute one.

Beautiful blue train

It was a beautiful night, when I was talking to My Lord; 
I said: Oh my, Omniscient One, tell me, why I'm tired and bored? 
He said: Shut up and listen, 
You know - words are all in vain; 
Just check your soul for this blue train.

Why don't we get outside, before it is too late, 
You don't want to be stuck where the doctors 
And the lawyers lie in wait, 
Take me out tonight - I'm tired of being alone; 
And beautiful blue train will take us home.

You know, sometimes I feel like part of my body is made of steel 
And then I think of all the little girls gone beneath its wheels: 
All right then, who's that dancing round this human pole? 
And our beautiful blue train will take them home.

It was a beautiful night, and I was talking to My Lord, 
I said: Lord, what You've been telling me is not what 
I was taugh, 
He said: Do you think I really care 
Where is that you roam? 
Cause my beautiful blue train will take you home.

Can't stop repeating your name

Days of wine, days of roses - 
They are here again, brought by summer haze. 
The world inside of me was split and bored and fighting - 
But now it stands still, silent and amazed.

Words will come later, 
They will surely come, if I will need them still. 
If blessed are promises given to be broken - 
How more so You, love, for You're the Love fulfilled.

And I can't stop repeating your name, 
Can't stop repeating your name; 
You are the one, who make me shine like the sun, 
Keep me forever in flame - 
Never the same again - 
I can't stop repeating your name.

Annie of the Nightingales

It was the time, when nothing was right, 
Time, when nothing was wrong. 
When ballerinas fly in the wind - 
This time is now. 
And it's written in the dark ways. 
Written on the white halls, 
Written in the cracks of the sky, 
And it says...

It was awhile since the baby was born, 
Awhile, since the story was told, 
Awhile - and then it happens again. 
And it happens now. 
And I can see it in the dark ways, 
And I can see it on the flyovers, 
I can see it in the whites of your eyes; 
And it spells out: 
Annie of the Nightingales. 
And she goes...

Listen to the quiet one

It's coming back now, 
Back to the center, 
Rest in twilight. 
Talking in a different language, 
Clear and delightful, 
There's no translation. 
Raised in wonder, 
Shot in the back. 
This is the Central calling, 
This is the answer: 
Listen to the quiet one.

No need to worry, 
No need to hide, 
No way from the front line. 
Alone in the darkness 
All the connections' been cut. 
So I drank myself 
Down to be up again, 
This is a different chapter,- 
Written for your friends and lovers 
This is the answer: 
Listen to the quiet one.

Best years of our lives

These are the best years of our lives - sweet and peaceful, 
The best years of our lives - enchanted and fey. 
Like the seeds we're sown, 
Like the seeds trampled - 
After the gardener did what he's paid to do, 
Now it is finally time.

These are the best years of our lives - it's all that matters, 
The best years of our lives - fragile and clean. 
Like a child, we're blessed; 
Like a child - spaced out; 
And may Lord have mercy on those, 
Who invoke our displeas 
In these best years of our lives.

And I'm coming from a different world. 
And I really dont know how it's done here. 
And I would honestly ask you to help me, babe, 
To work with me, trust in me, 
And cover my ass - and then I'll look away...

These are the best years of our lives - 
And our captain's locked up. 
And his choir of angels waits for this city to fall. 
Before this sky, and them bells ringing, 
I say: I know how you feel, God, I know how you feel. 
If we knew our way out, we'd never be stuck here at all - 
These are the best years of our lives.

That voice again

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

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

I hear that voice again...

Promises of Eden

We've set our sails on sunrise - 
Just like the scriptures say. 
They have said they're building heaven, so it could 
Be awkward, if we stay. 
And the watchmen in their towers 
Somehow have failed to see, how 
We dance away, 
We sail away 
From their promises of Eden.

We hail Ye, Pretty Maidens. 
And Ye, Weary Travellers - Hail! 
Rest in peace, for there's no science that can unfold 
The mysteries of our sails. 
And while their wise men ponder 
New ways to set us free - 
We dance away, 
We smile away 
From their promises of Eden.

Some say this ship is crazy. 
Some say this ship is iost. 
But the Lady Fair, who's keeping us afloat, 
Is still fairer than the most. 
And while the full moon wanders 
Above this ageless sea - 
We dance away, 
We smile away 
From their promises of Eden.

Вести с огорода

Преображается природа, 
Трубят фанфары огорода. 
Бранятся репа без идей 
И помидор-прелюбодей. 
Пять луковиц играют в прятки, 
Морковь опять пошла на блядки, 
Чеснок - унылый мизантроп, - 
Безрадостно жуёт укроп. 
Картофель тушит огурцы, 
Капуста плавает в Янцзы.

БГ, Леонидов, Бутусов, А. Васильев - А. Гуницкий

Mother

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

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

There's a part of me that wants to be silent 
Immersed in your movement, 
Stung by your grace 
And here is your song, and I'll sing it. 
I'm coming home, 
I've never been away.

There's a moon out there 
And she wants to be growing, 
There's a river down here 
And she wants to go back to the sea.

I am your child, mother, 
Crying for you to console me. 
Now that I know you 
Do you recognize me?

There's a moon out here 
And she wants to be growing, 
Here's a river down here 
And she wants to go back to the sea. 
I am your child, mother, 
Crying to be consoled. 
Now that I know you 
Recognize me!