Текст песни Мертвий півень та Юрій Андрухович - Пастух Пустай

PASTUH PUSTA

and by the sea the first america from the plush
and on the other side of the sea is a haze of a thorn
to not so sharply aim in the soul
Dress her a fool armor of a panther

and at the bottom of the Gamerik are golden secrets
and you and on Christmas go to the hole
reptiles hammered by the shepherd's baron
you drag on forever on the pillar of the executions

goats died after the horizon
empty empty bark from the herd
coba fell from the sky a good diamond
Shob was not so blatantly judged by the community

because the sea is the first hamburger of honey
and on the sea the second is amarik from wax
you look like a comet from heaven
and the light in the dungeons of the brain hurts

so it's tight between these americans
because although a stone shore, but it is your shore
and the cherry grows like a sickly sickness from him
your wound is coming
moon yesterday

I'm tricky to you
dejected me a flower
Shall I be filthy
bit me star

it's useless to me
fishy me fish
hoarse me violin
dry I'm dry

This man was called Michael Pustay (with emphasis on "y", though in my poem he emphasized "a"). He was Lemko, lived somewhere in the present Eastern Slovakia, and was considered to be a kind of rural demigod. The community could not invent anything better and more worthy of shepherding. The shepherd is the simplest of all things, most importantly, so that he can count the livestock. Never and for nothing we would have known about the existence of the Empty, if the outstanding ethnographer Volodymyr Hnatyuk did not write from his mouth some very beautiful fairy tales. I found them in a beautifully published volume "Ukrainian Folk Tales of Eastern Slovakia". In turn, I found it in the library of our Prague family. This fabulous volume was opened with a fairy tale "The Baroness's Son in America," which, many of its motives, resembled the "Travel of Sindbad" or, say, the "Odyssey" and it was described in full of fantastic adventures. This was one of those fairy-tales, which "village delusion" (and in fact, the poet and dreamer) Michael Pustay told Gnatyuk.

In Gnatyukov's notes it is possible to read about the misfortune that was gone by the empty one: for some reason, goats die in his flock, and, of course, he was accused in all, of course, he was forced to return the debt to the owners of those goats, and since no money ever did not take it, then the debts returned to work. So he lived - outside appeared to be a fool and a loser, but in his heart was a talisman and a fabricator.

Everything written above can be taken into account, but you can also completely ignore listening to the song "Dead Cock".

Yuri Andrukhovych