Lyrics Аквариум - я не знаю зачем ты вошла в этот дом
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Я не знаю, зачем ты вошла в этот дом,
Но давай проведем этот вечер вдвоем;
Если кончится день, нам останется ром,
Я купил его в давешней лавке.
Мы погасим весь свет, и мы станем смотреть,
Как соседи напротив пытаются петь,
Обрекая бессмертные души на смерть,
Чтоб остаться в живых в этой давке.
Здесь дворы, как колодцы, но нечего пить;
Если хочешь здесь жить, то умерь свою прыть,
Научись то бежать, то слегка тормозить,
Подставляя соседа под вожжи.
И когда по ошибке зашел в этот дом
Александр Сергеич с разорванным ртом,
То распяли его, перепутав с Христом,
И узнав об ошибке днем позже.
Здесь развито искусство смотреть из окна,
И записывать тех, кто не спит, имена.
Если ты невиновен, то чья в том вина?
Важно первым успеть с покаяньем.
Ну а ежели кто не еще, а уже,
И душа, как та леди, верхом в неглиже,
То Вергилий живет на втором этаже,
Он поделится с ним подаяньем.
Здесь вполголоса любят, здесь тихо кричат,
В каждом яде есть суть, в каждой чаше есть яд;
От напитка такого поэты не спят,
Издыхая от недосыпанья.
И в оправе их глаз - только лед и туман,
Но порой я не верю, что это обман;
Я напитком таким от рождения пьян,
Это здешний каприз мирозданья.
Нарисуй на стене моей то, чего нет;
Твое тело, как ночь, но глаза, как рассвет.
Ты - не выход, но, видимо, лучший ответ;
Ты уходишь, и я улыбаюсь...
И назавтра мне скажет повешенный раб:
"Ты не прав, господин"; и я вспомню твой взгляд,
И скажу ему: "Ты перепутал, мой брат:
В этой жизни я не ошибаюсь".
I do not know why you went into this house,
But let's spend this evening alone;
If the day ends, we will have rum,
I bought it in a shop.
We will extinguish the whole world, and we will look,
As neighbors on the contrary try to sing,
Pining immortal souls to death,
To stay alive in this crush.
Here yards are like wells, but there is nothing to drink;
If you want to live here, then stop breathing,
Learn how to run, then slightly slow down,
Substituting a neighbor for the reins.
And when by mistake I went into this house
Alexander Sergeich with a torn mouth,
They crucified him, having mixed with Christ,
And learning about the error a day later.
Here, art is developed to look out of the window,
And to write down those who do not sleep, names.
If you are innocent, then whose fault is it?
It is important to be the first to repent.
Well, if anyone does not yet, and already,
And the soul, like that lady, riding in a negligee,
Then Virgil lives on the second floor,
He will share with him alms.
They like it in their voices, they cry quietly here,
In every poison there is an essence, in each cup there is poison;
From a drink such poets do not sleep,
Exhaling from the lack of sleep.
And in the frame of their eyes - only ice and fog,
But sometimes I do not believe that this is a fraud;
I drink this drink from birth,
This is the caprice of the universe here.
Draw on my wall that which is not;
Your body is like night, but your eyes are like dawn.
You - not an option, but, apparently, the best answer;
You leave, and I smile ...
And tomorrow the slave slave will say to me:
"You're wrong, lord"; and I'll remember your look,
And I will say to him: "You have mixed up, my brother:
In this life I'm not mistaken. "
But let's spend this evening alone;
If the day ends, we will have rum,
I bought it in a shop.
We will extinguish the whole world, and we will look,
As neighbors on the contrary try to sing,
Pining immortal souls to death,
To stay alive in this crush.
Here yards are like wells, but there is nothing to drink;
If you want to live here, then stop breathing,
Learn how to run, then slightly slow down,
Substituting a neighbor for the reins.
And when by mistake I went into this house
Alexander Sergeich with a torn mouth,
They crucified him, having mixed with Christ,
And learning about the error a day later.
Here, art is developed to look out of the window,
And to write down those who do not sleep, names.
If you are innocent, then whose fault is it?
It is important to be the first to repent.
Well, if anyone does not yet, and already,
And the soul, like that lady, riding in a negligee,
Then Virgil lives on the second floor,
He will share with him alms.
They like it in their voices, they cry quietly here,
In every poison there is an essence, in each cup there is poison;
From a drink such poets do not sleep,
Exhaling from the lack of sleep.
And in the frame of their eyes - only ice and fog,
But sometimes I do not believe that this is a fraud;
I drink this drink from birth,
This is the caprice of the universe here.
Draw on my wall that which is not;
Your body is like night, but your eyes are like dawn.
You - not an option, but, apparently, the best answer;
You leave, and I smile ...
And tomorrow the slave slave will say to me:
"You're wrong, lord"; and I'll remember your look,
And I will say to him: "You have mixed up, my brother:
In this life I'm not mistaken. "