Lyrics Лёха Никонов - ты повзрослеешь
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Ты повзрослеешь. Это очевидно.
И вовсе не обидно,
что сморщится прекрасный рот
и вылезет живот.
Сейчас ты молода - весь мир тебе,
но я пою хвалу судьбе,
что приготовила такое испытание -
стать взрослой, перестать шутить
и приступить к тому, что значит жить:
рожать детей и шить подушки -
и ты и все твои подружки
обречены судьбой старух
и вместо белых, тонких рук -
к морщинистым ладоням.
Так за искусство мстит природа!
и вот однажды в мартобре
две тысячи какого года?
на лавке старой во дворе,
встречая мне неведомое лето -
ты вспомнишь, вспомнишь обо мне.
Ты проклянёшь несчастного поэта
You will grow up. It is obvious.
And it's not insulting,
that the fine mouth will wrinkle
and the stomach will come out.
Now you are young - the whole world to you,
but I sing the praise of fate,
that prepared such a test -
to become an adult
and proceed to what it means to live:
to bear children and to sew pillows -
and you and all your girlfriends
are doomed by the fate of the old women
and instead of white, thin hands -
to wrinkled palms.
So art takes revenge on nature!
and one day in Martobre
two thousand what year?
on the bench of the old in the yard,
meeting me an unknown summer -
you will remember, you will remember me.
You cursed the unhappy poet
And it's not insulting,
that the fine mouth will wrinkle
and the stomach will come out.
Now you are young - the whole world to you,
but I sing the praise of fate,
that prepared such a test -
to become an adult
and proceed to what it means to live:
to bear children and to sew pillows -
and you and all your girlfriends
are doomed by the fate of the old women
and instead of white, thin hands -
to wrinkled palms.
So art takes revenge on nature!
and one day in Martobre
two thousand what year?
on the bench of the old in the yard,
meeting me an unknown summer -
you will remember, you will remember me.
You cursed the unhappy poet