Lyrics Макс Леонидов - Радиолюбитель
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Я радиолюбитель, на моём чердаке
Я сижу по вечерам с сигаретой в руке.
И при помощи транзистора и сложных антенн,
Я один ловлю в эфире то, что послано всем.
И в этом нет моей заслуги, и нет вины,
Но голоса только мне слышны.
Я слышу: Что написано - спето
И не жди похвалы;
Скажи: "Ищу убежища у господа рассвета
От женщин, дующих на узлы".
Я бы бросил это дело, мне бы лучше пивка,
А потом по телевизору Зенит-ЦСКА.
Но словно кто-то встал на страже за моею спиной,
И я опять в ночной эфир бросаю свой позывной.
И через треск и шумы, сквозь ДДТ и Битлов,
Я ясно слышу звук других голосов.
Я слышу: Не пугайся наветов
И не беги от хулы
Скажи: "Ищу убежища у господа Рассвета
От женщин, дующих на узлы".
За что мне это исключение я и сам не пойму,
Я принимаю то, что послано не мне одному.
Но на доступной частоте в диапазоне FM
Я расскажу обо всём, я передам это всем.
И я включаю микрофон на самой чистой волне,
И говорю, вернее кто-то говорит во мне,
Разрядим пистолеты,
И накроем столы.
Ищу убежища у господа рассвета,
От женщин, дующих на узлы...
От женщин, дующих на узлы.
I'm a ham radio in my attic
I sit in the evenings with a cigarette in my hand.
And with a transistor and complex antennas,
I alone catch on air what is sent to everyone.
And there is no merit and no fault
But the voices are only audible to me.
I hear: What is written is sung
And do not wait for praise;
Say: "I seek refuge with the gentlemen of dawn
From women blowing on knots. "
I would drop this thing, I'd rather have a beer
And then on TV Zenit-CSKA.
But as if someone stood guard behind my back,
And again, I drop my callsign on night air.
And through the crackle and noise, through the DDT and the Beatles,
I clearly hear the sound of other voices.
I hear: Do not be afraid of slander
And don't run from the blasphemy
Say: "I seek refuge with Lord Dawn
From women blowing on knots. "
Why I don’t understand this exception myself,
I do not accept what is sent to me alone.
But at an affordable frequency in the FM band
I will tell you everything, I will pass it on to everyone.
And I turn on the mic on the cleanest wave
And I say, rather, someone says in me,
Discharge the guns
And set the tables.
I seek refuge with the gentlemen of dawn,
From women blowing on knots ...
From women blowing on knots.
I sit in the evenings with a cigarette in my hand.
And with a transistor and complex antennas,
I alone catch on air what is sent to everyone.
And there is no merit and no fault
But the voices are only audible to me.
I hear: What is written is sung
And do not wait for praise;
Say: "I seek refuge with the gentlemen of dawn
From women blowing on knots. "
I would drop this thing, I'd rather have a beer
And then on TV Zenit-CSKA.
But as if someone stood guard behind my back,
And again, I drop my callsign on night air.
And through the crackle and noise, through the DDT and the Beatles,
I clearly hear the sound of other voices.
I hear: Do not be afraid of slander
And don't run from the blasphemy
Say: "I seek refuge with Lord Dawn
From women blowing on knots. "
Why I don’t understand this exception myself,
I do not accept what is sent to me alone.
But at an affordable frequency in the FM band
I will tell you everything, I will pass it on to everyone.
And I turn on the mic on the cleanest wave
And I say, rather, someone says in me,
Discharge the guns
And set the tables.
I seek refuge with the gentlemen of dawn,
From women blowing on knots ...
From women blowing on knots.