Lyrics Эдуард Кузинер - Моя суббота
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Эдуард Кузинер (Ленфильм, звукорежиссёр: Михаил Шемаров, 1989 г.)
Люблю в субботу я предаться меланхолии,
Были б возможности, а повод я найду:
То здравый смысл возобладал вдруг в Капитолии,
То на Сейшелах вымирают какаду.
Я - не пижон какой, чтоб гарцевать по театрам,
- Достань, подружка, с тёплой брагою бадью,
Дверь – на засов. Ты, я и кошка Клеопатра
До понедельника мы умерли. Адью!
Припев:
Это – мой день,
Это – мой дом.
Всё остальное – дребедень,
Всё остальное – на потом!
У нас, ты знаешь, не простое предприятие,
Здесь на доске почёта – мой портрет анфас.
Меня в парткоме, я тут слышал от приятелей,
В нар. депутаты метят в следующий раз.
Случись собранье, моё слово веско, ёмко:
Считаю: пьяниц, дебоширов надо гнать.
Всем – по душе реформа цен и госприёмка…
Но не об этом же сегодня вспоминать.
Припев:
Что на обед у нас? Грибы, капуста - свой засол,
И сельдь с молоками лучком окружена,
Картошка белая с укропом. Увидав тот стол,
Слюну пустила бы Генсекова жена.
Ногтями вьюга пусть царапает окошко,
На тесной кухне – Южный Крым у нас с тобой.
Давай - по рисочку, а трезвенница кошка
Пускай мотив мурлычет вечный и простой.
Припев:
Поговорим о чём? Да хоть о твоей маменьке:
На огороде у ней как там урожай?
О чём угодно, только тихом, скромном, маленьком…
- Какое радио включить? Соображай!
Пусть где-то - митинги, симпозиумы, войны.
Пусть - где-то заговор, тайфун, цунами, гром.
Всё – не теперь. Я сплю нетрезвый, но спокойный:
Ты – на одном плече, а кошка – на другом.
Как полстраны, я в понедельник – чуть помятенький,
Боюсь в стекле себя увидеть невзначай,
Но комплекс мер: горсть клюквы, чай-чифирь, и… «Атеньки!»:
Исправный болт свой, Госмашина, получай!
Я предприимчив, деловит, я – весь в заботах,
Умею каждою минутой дорожить…
Так проще ждать, когда придёт моя суббота,
Так легче злую пятидневку пережить.
Припев.
Eduard Kuziner (Lenfilm, sound engineer: Mikhail Shemarov, 1989)
I love to indulge in melancholy on Saturday
There would be opportunities, but I will find a reason:
Then common sense suddenly prevailed in the Capitol,
Then in the Seychelles cockatoos are dying out.
I'm not a dude to prancing around theaters
- Get it, friend, with a warm braga tub,
The door is bolted. You, me and Cleopatra the cat
We died before Monday. Adieu!
Chorus:
This is my day,
This is my home.
Everything else is rubbish
Everything else - for later!
We have, you know, not an easy enterprise,
Here on the honor roll is my full face portrait.
I’m in the party committee, I heard here from friends,
In the bunk. deputies tag next time.
Had a meeting, my word is weighty, succinctly:
I think: drunkards, brawlers should be driven away.
Everyone loves the price reform and state acceptance ...
But this is not something to remember today.
Chorus:
What's for lunch with us? Mushrooms, cabbage - your pickle,
And the herring with milk is surrounded by an onion,
White potatoes with dill. Seeing that table
The General Secretary's wife would have spit.
Let the blizzard scratch the window with its nails,
In the cramped kitchen - the South Crimea is with you and me.
Come on - on the drawing, and the teetotaler is a cat
Let the motive purr eternal and simple.
Chorus:
Let's talk about what? Yes, even about your mom:
How is the harvest in her garden?
About anything, only quiet, modest, small ...
- Which radio to turn on? Think!
Let somewhere - rallies, symposia, wars.
Let - somewhere conspiracy, typhoon, tsunami, thunder.
Everything is not now. I sleep drunk, but calm:
You are on one shoulder, and the cat is on the other.
As half of the country, I'm a little bumpy on Monday,
I'm afraid to see myself in the glass by chance,
But a set of measures: a handful of cranberries, chifir tea, and ... "Atenki!":
Your good bolt, State Machine, get it!
I am enterprising, businesslike, I am all in worries,
I know how to value every minute ...
It's easier to wait for my Saturday to come
So it's easier to survive an evil five-day period.
Chorus.
I love to indulge in melancholy on Saturday
There would be opportunities, but I will find a reason:
Then common sense suddenly prevailed in the Capitol,
Then in the Seychelles cockatoos are dying out.
I'm not a dude to prancing around theaters
- Get it, friend, with a warm braga tub,
The door is bolted. You, me and Cleopatra the cat
We died before Monday. Adieu!
Chorus:
This is my day,
This is my home.
Everything else is rubbish
Everything else - for later!
We have, you know, not an easy enterprise,
Here on the honor roll is my full face portrait.
I’m in the party committee, I heard here from friends,
In the bunk. deputies tag next time.
Had a meeting, my word is weighty, succinctly:
I think: drunkards, brawlers should be driven away.
Everyone loves the price reform and state acceptance ...
But this is not something to remember today.
Chorus:
What's for lunch with us? Mushrooms, cabbage - your pickle,
And the herring with milk is surrounded by an onion,
White potatoes with dill. Seeing that table
The General Secretary's wife would have spit.
Let the blizzard scratch the window with its nails,
In the cramped kitchen - the South Crimea is with you and me.
Come on - on the drawing, and the teetotaler is a cat
Let the motive purr eternal and simple.
Chorus:
Let's talk about what? Yes, even about your mom:
How is the harvest in her garden?
About anything, only quiet, modest, small ...
- Which radio to turn on? Think!
Let somewhere - rallies, symposia, wars.
Let - somewhere conspiracy, typhoon, tsunami, thunder.
Everything is not now. I sleep drunk, but calm:
You are on one shoulder, and the cat is on the other.
As half of the country, I'm a little bumpy on Monday,
I'm afraid to see myself in the glass by chance,
But a set of measures: a handful of cranberries, chifir tea, and ... "Atenki!":
Your good bolt, State Machine, get it!
I am enterprising, businesslike, I am all in worries,
I know how to value every minute ...
It's easier to wait for my Saturday to come
So it's easier to survive an evil five-day period.
Chorus.