Naverno, ya zarazen - mne nuzhno turne?

Автор: Поэт Эмо


Я БЫ СМОТРЕЛ ФИЛЬМ SOPRANO



Если б я не сидел в позе Лотоса

В раннем детстве, считая зонты,

Никакого Толстовского опуса

Не заметил бы я за кусты.



А с Чикаго был Алик надрывенством:

То есть, то есть, ты мне поясняй!

Почему без улыбочки пипеда

Ты так хочешь назвать негодяй?



От экрана я съел преднамеренство

От Акулы уйти, и на чай,

И на рок по-над Брайтонским выспренством

Честь не стынуть. Ты мне угадай



А почём Президентву селёдочка?

Яйца в мере, и есть материк.

Вот и Анджело, чёрт, вот и чёрточка:

Ненавидишь -- веди не в тупик.






The Sylvan Waltz 2

(Bulat Okudzhava)



Some touring musician is playing on the trumpet

Those same belabored hits, the old forgotten bits.

He doesn't love you, no – oh baby, don't you want it?

Press to me with your shoulders, show me your small tits.



He stays for three days straight in a mid-city motel,

Where a small bunker bed's a ruble, maybe two.

And on his trumpet large and torrid like a kettle

Is sighing heavily – but I'm in love with you.



You're listening to him intently, as if troubled,

As to a nightingale, a strong rain, or a tide.

The cold-infected head of his enormous trumpet

Is soughing desperately. (A pipe, to pipe, the pipe.)



The player plays a waltz, is sweating an arpeggio,

Is playing his own songs, coughs the whole night through.

But like the eye of fate, he's wholly in that window,

He doesn't love you, no. But I… I do love you.



I'll wait for better days and put a brand new coat on,

To swirl like a late leaf, completely in your view:

How much is it I want, not knowing what's important?

How sweetly do I live, when loving only you?



You will not be seduced by dresses or by comfort –

Some touring musician is playing twelve hours straight.

What is the world, my love, next to that fiery trumpet?

A fate, to fate, by fate – through fate… And this our fate.



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