Lyrics миша ласточкин - К другу типа стихотворцу
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Проглотить гранату, что ли,
от своей нелегкой доли?
В сей земной смешной юдоли
засмеяться бы!
Звонким смехом – не от счастья –
а укрыться от ненастья
или же от строгой власти
мстительной судьбы.
Сей снаряд литературный
в пиджаке, окрас культурный,
хоть и взятый на котурны
преувеличений (тьма
коих) – будет ли последним?
Впрочем, был такой намедни,
впрочем, позабыл к обедне.
То была зима!
Хоть сейчас бери винтовку,
или суй лицо в духовку,
если есть чуть-чуть сноровки –
можешь весь туда залезть!
Выбор сей печальней вдвое,
коли нам вдвоём с тобою
выбирать, зато волною
мы одной собьём всю спесь!
Разношёрстный, разномастный
этот мир – порой прекрасный,
ядовитый и опасный –
нас разденет догола!
И к чему тогда стремиться,
если, не успев родиться,
нам заводят колесницу,
что везёт тела?
Жалуюсь, но tempus fugit.
Время лечит, время будит.
И оно же нас осудит,
как придёт пора.
Можно жаловаться вволю!
Уж сто лет, как время в доле
с жизнью, осиянной болью –
скучная игра.
Скука – грех из непрощённых,
и с таким грехом спасённых
не найти, как и рождённых
с ним не ставят на учёт.
А хотелось бы! Тем паче,
что и к ней идёт в придачу
груз сомнений – не иначе,
мы отложим взлёт
из-за скуки и сомнений.
Став лишь видами растений,
чередуя полдень с тенью,
мы погибнем в срок,
не оставив ни страницы,
полной букв, и наши лица
будут стёрты, и родится
уж другой пророк.
И другого мы услышим,
и другой стихи напишет,
и потом пройдет по крыше,
чтобы спрыгнуть вниз.
Всё, как водится, а мы же
погрустим, и тише мыши
будем жить, и будем ниже,
чтобы не манил карниз.
Так что, друг, забудь про песни!
Не для песен явно здесь мы,
просто жить куда прелестней,
чем рискнуть и спеть.
Но порою тёмной ночью
ты вдруг запоёшь, не очень
громко, и сосед заскочит –
послушать-посмотреть.
Swallow a grenade or something
From your hard share?
In this earthly funny vale
Would laugh!
With a sonorous laugh - not from happiness -
and hide from bad weather
or from strict power
vengeful fate.
This shell is literary
in a jacket, cultural color,
albeit taken on Koturna
exaggeration (darkness
which) - will it be the last?
However, there was such a day
However, I forgot to the lunch.
That was winter!
At least now take a rifle
or stick your face in the oven,
If there is a little dexterity-
You can climb there!
The choice is twice as sad,
If we are together with you
choose, but with a wave
We will drive all the whole!
Mammary, diverse
This world is sometimes beautiful
Poisonous and dangerous -
We will undress us naked!
And then what to strive for then
If, not having time to be born,
We are starting a chariot,
What is lucky for the bodies?
I'm complaining, but Tempus Fugit.
Time heals, time wakes up.
And it will condemn us
How the time will come.
You can complain plenty!
A hundred years, as a time in a share
With life, overlooked pain -
boring game.
Boredom is a sin of non -pierced
And with such a sin of saved
Do not find, like born
They are not registered with him.
And I would like to! Moreover,
that it goes to her in addition to her
The load of doubts is not otherwise
We will postpone the take -off
Because of boredom and doubt.
Becoming only plant species,
Alternating noon with a shadow,
We will die on time,
Leaving no page,
full letters, and our faces
will be erased and born
Another prophet.
And we will hear the other
And he will write another poems,
And then it will go along the roof
To jump down.
Everything, as usual, but we
Dive, and quieter mouse
We will live, and we will be lower
In order not to attract the cornice.
So, friend, forget about the songs!
Not for the songs, we are clearly here,
just live much more charming
than to take a chance and sing.
But sometimes a dark night
You suddenly find it, not very
loudly, and the neighbor will pop up -
Listen, see.
From your hard share?
In this earthly funny vale
Would laugh!
With a sonorous laugh - not from happiness -
and hide from bad weather
or from strict power
vengeful fate.
This shell is literary
in a jacket, cultural color,
albeit taken on Koturna
exaggeration (darkness
which) - will it be the last?
However, there was such a day
However, I forgot to the lunch.
That was winter!
At least now take a rifle
or stick your face in the oven,
If there is a little dexterity-
You can climb there!
The choice is twice as sad,
If we are together with you
choose, but with a wave
We will drive all the whole!
Mammary, diverse
This world is sometimes beautiful
Poisonous and dangerous -
We will undress us naked!
And then what to strive for then
If, not having time to be born,
We are starting a chariot,
What is lucky for the bodies?
I'm complaining, but Tempus Fugit.
Time heals, time wakes up.
And it will condemn us
How the time will come.
You can complain plenty!
A hundred years, as a time in a share
With life, overlooked pain -
boring game.
Boredom is a sin of non -pierced
And with such a sin of saved
Do not find, like born
They are not registered with him.
And I would like to! Moreover,
that it goes to her in addition to her
The load of doubts is not otherwise
We will postpone the take -off
Because of boredom and doubt.
Becoming only plant species,
Alternating noon with a shadow,
We will die on time,
Leaving no page,
full letters, and our faces
will be erased and born
Another prophet.
And we will hear the other
And he will write another poems,
And then it will go along the roof
To jump down.
Everything, as usual, but we
Dive, and quieter mouse
We will live, and we will be lower
In order not to attract the cornice.
So, friend, forget about the songs!
Not for the songs, we are clearly here,
just live much more charming
than to take a chance and sing.
But sometimes a dark night
You suddenly find it, not very
loudly, and the neighbor will pop up -
Listen, see.