Lyrics Валентина Иванова - А. Вознесенский - Монолог Мэрлин Монро
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Андрей Вознесенский
Монолог Мэрлин Монро
Я Мэрлин, Мэрлин.
Я героиня
самоубийства и героина.
Кому горят мои георгины?
С кем телефоны заговорили?
Кто в костюмерной скрипит лосиной?
Невыносимо,
невыносимо, что не влюбиться,
невыносимо без рощ осиновых,
невыносимо самоубийство,
но жить гораздо
невыносимей!
Продажи. Рожи. Шеф ржет, как мерин.
(Я помню Мэрлин.
Ее глядели автомобили.
На стометровом киноэкране
в библейском небе,
меж звезд обильных,
над степью с крохотными рекламами
дышала Мэрлин,
ее любили...
Изнемогают, хотят машины.
Невыносимо),
невыносимо
лицом в сиденьях, пропахших псиной!
Невыносимо,
когда насильно,
а добровольно — невыносимей!
Невыносимо прожить не думая,
невыносимее — углубиться.
Где наши планы? Нас будто сдунули,
существованье — самоубийство,
самоубийство — бороться с дрянью,
самоубийство — мириться с ними,
невыносимо, когда бездарен,
когда талантлив — невыносимей,
мы убиваем себя карьерой,
деньгами, ножками загорелыми,
ведь нам, актерам,
жить не с потомками,
а режиссеры — одни подонки,
мы наших милых в объятьях душим,
но отпечатываются подушки
на юных лицах, как след от шины,
невыносимо,
ах, мамы, мамы, зачем рождают?
Ведь знала мама — меня раздавят,
о кинозвездное оледененье,
нам невозможно уединенье,
в метро,
в троллейбусе,
в магазине
«Приветик, вот вы!» — глядят разини,
невыносимо, когда раздеты
во всех афишах, во всех газетах,
забыв,
что сердце есть посередке,
в тебя завертывают селедки,
глаза измяты,
лицо разорвано
(как страшно вспомнить во «Франс-Обзервере»
свой снимок с мордой
самоуверенной
на обороте у мертвой Мэрлин!).
Орет продюсер, пирог уписывая:
«Вы просто дуся,
ваш лоб — как бисерный!»
А вам известно, чем пахнет бисер?!
Самоубийством!
Самоубийцы — мотоциклисты,
самоубийцы спешат упиться,
от вспышек блицев бледны министры —
самоубийцы,
самоубийцы,
идет всемирная Хиросима,
невыносимо,
невыносимо все ждать,
чтоб грянуло,
а главное —
необъяснимо невыносимо,
ну, просто руки разят бензином!
невыносимо
горят на синем
твои прощальные апельсины...
Я баба слабая. Я разве слажу?
уж лучше —
сразу!
Andrey Voznesensky
Marilyn Monroe's monologue
I'm Marilyn, Marilyn.
I'm a heroine
suicide and heroin.
Who are my dahlias burning for?
Who did the phones talk to?
Who squeaks a moose in the wardrobe?
Unbearable,
it's unbearable not to fall in love
unbearable without aspen groves,
suicide is unbearable
but much to live
unbearable!
Sales. Erysipelas. The chef laughs like a gelding.
(I remember Marilyn.
Cars stared at her.
On a hundred-meter movie screen
in the biblical sky,
between the abundant stars,
over the steppe with tiny advertisements
breathed Marilyn,
loved her ...
They are exhausted, they want cars.
Unbearable),
unbearable
face in seats that reeked of dog!
Unbearable,
when by force,
but voluntarily - unbearable!
It's unbearable to live without thinking
the more unbearable is to go deeper.
Where are our plans? It was as if we were blown away
existence is suicide,
suicide - fighting rubbish,
suicide - put up with them,
unbearable when untalented,
when talented - unbearable
we kill ourselves with a career,
money, tanned legs,
because we, the actors,
not live with descendants,
and the directors are just scum,
we strangle our darlings in our arms,
but the pillows are imprinted
on young faces, like a tire mark,
unbearable,
oh, mothers, mothers, why give birth?
After all, my mother knew - they would crush me,
o movie star glaciation,
privacy is impossible for us,
In the underground,
in a trolleybus,
in the shop
"Hi, there you are!" - Razini look,
unbearable when undressed
in all posters, in all newspapers,
forgetting
that the heart is in the middle,
herrings are wrapped in you,
eyes are crumpled
face torn
(how scary to remember in France-Observer
your snapshot
self-confident
on the back of dead Marilyn!).
The producer yells as he sips the pie:
“You’re just dumb,
your forehead is like beaded! "
Do you know what the beads smell like ?!
Suicide!
Suicides are motorcyclists
suicides rush to get drunk
ministers are pale from flashes of blitz -
suicides,
suicides,
the world Hiroshima is coming,
unbearable,
it's unbearable to wait for everything
so that it burst out
and most importantly -
inexplicably unbearable
well, just hands sting with gasoline!
unbearable
burn on blue
your farewell oranges ...
I'm a weak woman. Am I making it?
it's better -
immediately!
Marilyn Monroe's monologue
I'm Marilyn, Marilyn.
I'm a heroine
suicide and heroin.
Who are my dahlias burning for?
Who did the phones talk to?
Who squeaks a moose in the wardrobe?
Unbearable,
it's unbearable not to fall in love
unbearable without aspen groves,
suicide is unbearable
but much to live
unbearable!
Sales. Erysipelas. The chef laughs like a gelding.
(I remember Marilyn.
Cars stared at her.
On a hundred-meter movie screen
in the biblical sky,
between the abundant stars,
over the steppe with tiny advertisements
breathed Marilyn,
loved her ...
They are exhausted, they want cars.
Unbearable),
unbearable
face in seats that reeked of dog!
Unbearable,
when by force,
but voluntarily - unbearable!
It's unbearable to live without thinking
the more unbearable is to go deeper.
Where are our plans? It was as if we were blown away
existence is suicide,
suicide - fighting rubbish,
suicide - put up with them,
unbearable when untalented,
when talented - unbearable
we kill ourselves with a career,
money, tanned legs,
because we, the actors,
not live with descendants,
and the directors are just scum,
we strangle our darlings in our arms,
but the pillows are imprinted
on young faces, like a tire mark,
unbearable,
oh, mothers, mothers, why give birth?
After all, my mother knew - they would crush me,
o movie star glaciation,
privacy is impossible for us,
In the underground,
in a trolleybus,
in the shop
"Hi, there you are!" - Razini look,
unbearable when undressed
in all posters, in all newspapers,
forgetting
that the heart is in the middle,
herrings are wrapped in you,
eyes are crumpled
face torn
(how scary to remember in France-Observer
your snapshot
self-confident
on the back of dead Marilyn!).
The producer yells as he sips the pie:
“You’re just dumb,
your forehead is like beaded! "
Do you know what the beads smell like ?!
Suicide!
Suicides are motorcyclists
suicides rush to get drunk
ministers are pale from flashes of blitz -
suicides,
suicides,
the world Hiroshima is coming,
unbearable,
it's unbearable to wait for everything
so that it burst out
and most importantly -
inexplicably unbearable
well, just hands sting with gasoline!
unbearable
burn on blue
your farewell oranges ...
I'm a weak woman. Am I making it?
it's better -
immediately!