Lyrics Геннадий Жуков - Речетатив для флейты

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In the store - where they give the trousers in stripes across -
I bought a longitudinal flute.
Trousers cost the same,
but they are not as warm as a flute.

And I'm learning to play the flute.

Believe me, this is only the way they say: "seven notes."
These are the seven senses ... Believe me,

the first - "before" was before the hearing,
and who does not have a hearing, and there are only rumors,
often confuse it with a note "mi" -
a sweet note of the touch of the world.

Between the sense of touch and hearing - the note "re",
like a jealous eye in the eyelashes.

Here the eternal note "fa" -
as an exhalation of the nose: "fa",
as a familiar philosopher,
fucking Cato and Ellington,
as an exhalation of the nose: "fa" -
when you feel every bullshit ...

Here the eternal note is "salt",
so that life does not seem like sugar
to everyone who plays the flute.
I touch it with my tongue.

Here the eternal note "la"
like a la in the hall and la-la on the sidelines,
as la from the rostrum and la-la in the queue.
Ask Labuha: where to play the hit?
In la-la minor ...

This is a terrible feeling of la!
It burns my face in the blood,
When I exhale it from an open flute.

A high note, "C", a clear note "C"!
Who is capable of pure "si" -
is capable of much.

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... It's cold, but blood
It does not warm anymore, only sadness,
Only a shout, only a whisper accidentally
The love leaves with an exhalation.
While learning to play the flute.

... It's not my fault:
Has not yet drunk to the bottom
This flute is holy, but
The wine leaves with an exhalation,
while I'm learning to play the flute ...

Do you hear how it sounds: par-param pairs?
Sounds double in the night for couples, couples ...
Only a draft - it sounds in my key -
What should I do in this world, than?
If by sound, then at least sound
Winds weigh.

It's cold, love
It leaves - as if through fingers - sound.
Though you understand me, my friend,
Though for suffering, even for pain,
Again pour the flute full to me.

Do you hear how it sounds: par-param pairs?
sounds are doubled in the night in pairs.
Only a draft - it sounds in my key -
What should I do in this world, than?
If by sound, then at least sound
Winds weigh.

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Ah, being a poet is windy and cute,
While the ink is not running out
And the fountain pen goes on pointe
Following the music of sadness and love,
And the image of talent in the aiguillettes,
I have been stalking since the age of eighteen
All the girls ... You are ready for this,
Oh, is my brother walking in musicians?

Ah, being a poet is windy and cute!
But for the sake of all the saints,
What has long been over ink,
That the flute mouth has worn to the ground.
That the flute is the flute of the throat continuation.
And in the throat - the music rancid in the throat.
There's one long cry. So what?
Hold the open cry in your hands - until trembling,
Keep in your hands until the skin bursts -
Everything should be like music.
And even death. I'll sing it later ...

And the girls - in biryulechkah and bows -
You puff up your broken nail,
That the fountain pen walks on the pointe.
And be a poet. Windy though.