Текст песни Тимур Кибиров - Лада, или Радость. Хроника верной и счастливой любви

Before us - the first prosaic experience of the laureate of the National Prize "Poet" Timur Kibirov. Joy accompanies the reader of the "chronicle of true and happy love" at all its stages. Even where the plot bares slyly, pure joy overcomes the temptation to cry. The point is not that the author promised us a happy ending in advance - it’s a free and reassuring intonation that is dear to those readers of Kibirov’s poems who ... Who (oh, I’ll probably offend many) can read him. That is, they hear a light, iridescent polyphonic, sparkling with champagne, calling to the heavens music even where the poet growls terribly, complains about the damned life, sobs, huddled into a ball, or even just weeps ... Not a rat-catcher's flute, not a groan called a song, not a promise of sweet oblivion, not a boiling march (although all this, of course, can be heard in Kibirov), but music as such.