Lyrics Д. Арбенина и С. Сурганова - Свобода
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Свобода -
это когда грызешь веревку зубами.
Свобода -
соль простыней, обмотанных вокруг тела
новой победы, измученной кашей признаний.
Свобода -
шум лифта ночью,
на кухне - свет, не от свечи, зачем? -
просто для чтения книг.
Свобода -
это когда ты ничей
ни в чем, нигде, низачем, никуда,
ни во что, никогда.
Свобода -
это деревянный шест,
ломающийся в руках на высоте
семь метров и еще чуть-чуть,
это пот на лбу, на висках,
это забытое слово "забудь",
это улыбка "да",
это изумрудная чистота
и вопрос: - Почему буквы вдоль
белого листа черны?
- Свобода,
спасибо тебе, родная!
Ты колешь мне пальцы, избалованное дитя:
ты жалишь изгиб плеча, и
не шутя, ты шепчешь слова,
звенящие в воздухе будней,
ставших вечным week-end-ом
между тобой и мной.
И какое кому дело, что ты,
побывав в руках моих,
заставила захотеть забыть?
Я схожу с ума.
Из какого ты теста, Свобода?
Я короную тебя, Любимая!
Liberty -
this is when you gnaw a rope with your teeth.
Liberty -
salt sheets wrapped around the body
a new victory, worn out by the porridge of confessions.
Liberty -
the noise of the elevator at night,
there is light in the kitchen, not from a candle, why? -
just for reading books.
Liberty -
it's when you're nobody's
nothing, nowhere, nothing, nowhere,
nothing, never.
Liberty -
this is a wooden pole,
breaking in hands at height
seven meters and a little more,
it's sweat on my forehead, on my temples,
this forgotten word "forget"
it's a yes smile,
it's emerald clarity
and the question: - Why are letters along
white leaf are black?
- Liberty,
thank you dear!
You prick my fingers, spoiled child:
you sting the curve of your shoulder, and
not joking, you whisper words,
ringing in the air of everyday life,
which have become an eternal week-end
between you and me.
And who cares that you
having been in my hands,
made you want to forget?
I'm going crazy.
What dough are you from, Freedom?
I crown you, Darling!
this is when you gnaw a rope with your teeth.
Liberty -
salt sheets wrapped around the body
a new victory, worn out by the porridge of confessions.
Liberty -
the noise of the elevator at night,
there is light in the kitchen, not from a candle, why? -
just for reading books.
Liberty -
it's when you're nobody's
nothing, nowhere, nothing, nowhere,
nothing, never.
Liberty -
this is a wooden pole,
breaking in hands at height
seven meters and a little more,
it's sweat on my forehead, on my temples,
this forgotten word "forget"
it's a yes smile,
it's emerald clarity
and the question: - Why are letters along
white leaf are black?
- Liberty,
thank you dear!
You prick my fingers, spoiled child:
you sting the curve of your shoulder, and
not joking, you whisper words,
ringing in the air of everyday life,
which have become an eternal week-end
between you and me.
And who cares that you
having been in my hands,
made you want to forget?
I'm going crazy.
What dough are you from, Freedom?
I crown you, Darling!