Lyrics ДК - Дети Арбата
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Где вы, несчастные дети Арбата?
Кто виноват? Или Что виновато?..
Жили на дачах и в особняках —
Только обжили дворянскую мебель:
Время сломалось, и канули в небыль...
Как объяснить? Не умею никак...
Сын за отца не ответчик, и все же
Тот, кто готовит кровавое ложе,
Некогда должен запачкаться сам...
Ежели кто на крови поскользнулся
Или на лесоповале очнулся,
Пусть принесет благодарность отцам.
Наша возникшая разом элита,
Грозного времени нервная свита,
Как вам в двадцатые годы спалось?
Вы танцевали танго и чарльстоны,
Чтоб не слыхать беломорские стоны
Там, где трещала крестьянская кость.
Знать не желают арбатские души,
Как умирают в Нарыме от стужи
Русский священник и нищий кулак...
Старый Арбат переходит в наследство
детям...
На Волге идет людоедство
На Соловках расцветает Гулаг.
Дети Арбата свободою дышат
И ни проклятий, ни стонов не слышат,
Любят чекистов и славят Вождя,
Благо, пока что петух их не клюнул,
Благо, из них ни один не подумал,
Что с ними станет лет семь погодя.
Чадо Арбата! Ты злобою дышишь,
Но на грузинское имя не спишешь
Каждую чистку и каждую пядь —
Ведь от Подвала в Ипатьевском Доме
и до Барака в Республике Коми,
Как говорится, рукою подать.
Попировали маленько — и хватит.
Вам ли не знать, что история катит
Не по коврам, а по хрупким костям.
Славно и весело вы погостили
И растворились в просторах России,
Дачи оставили новым гостям.
Новое время шумит на Арбате,
Всюду художники, как на Монмартре,
Льются напитки, готовится снедь...
Я прохожу по Арбату бесстрастно,
Радуюсь, что беззаботно и праздно
Можно на древние стены смотреть.
1987
Where are you, the unfortunate children of Arbat?
Who is guilty? Or what is to blame? ..
Lived in country houses and in mansions -
Just lived in noble furniture:
Time broke, and sunk into fiction ...
How to explain? I do not know how ...
Son for father is not the defendant, and yet
He who prepares a bloody bed,
Once must get dirty himself ...
If someone slipped on blood
Or woke up at logging
Let him bring thanks to the fathers.
Our elite appeared at once,
Terrible time nervous retinue,
How did you sleep in the twenties?
You danced tango and charleston,
Not to hear the belorussian moans
Where the peasant's bone cracked.
Arbat souls do not want to know
How to die in Narym from the cold
Russian priest and beggar fist ...
Old Arbat passes into the inheritance
children ...
Cannibalism on the Volga
The Gulag flourishes on Solovki.
Children of Arbat breathe freedom
And neither curses nor moans are heard,
They love Chekists and praise the Leader
Fortunately, so far the cock has not pecked them,
Fortunately, none of them thought
What will happen to them seven years later?
Chado Arbat! You breathe evil,
But you cannot spell the Georgian name
Every cleaning and every inch -
After all, from the basement in the Ipatiev House
and before Barak in the Komi Republic,
As they say, hand file.
Populated a little - and that's enough.
Do you not know that the story rolls
Not on carpets, but on fragile bones.
Nice and fun you have visited
And dissolved in the expanses of Russia,
Cottages left new guests.
The new time is roaring on the Arbat,
Everywhere artists like in Montmartre
Drinks are poured, meals are being prepared ...
I walk impassively along the Arbat,
I am glad that carefree and idle
You can look at the ancient walls.
1987
Who is guilty? Or what is to blame? ..
Lived in country houses and in mansions -
Just lived in noble furniture:
Time broke, and sunk into fiction ...
How to explain? I do not know how ...
Son for father is not the defendant, and yet
He who prepares a bloody bed,
Once must get dirty himself ...
If someone slipped on blood
Or woke up at logging
Let him bring thanks to the fathers.
Our elite appeared at once,
Terrible time nervous retinue,
How did you sleep in the twenties?
You danced tango and charleston,
Not to hear the belorussian moans
Where the peasant's bone cracked.
Arbat souls do not want to know
How to die in Narym from the cold
Russian priest and beggar fist ...
Old Arbat passes into the inheritance
children ...
Cannibalism on the Volga
The Gulag flourishes on Solovki.
Children of Arbat breathe freedom
And neither curses nor moans are heard,
They love Chekists and praise the Leader
Fortunately, so far the cock has not pecked them,
Fortunately, none of them thought
What will happen to them seven years later?
Chado Arbat! You breathe evil,
But you cannot spell the Georgian name
Every cleaning and every inch -
After all, from the basement in the Ipatiev House
and before Barak in the Komi Republic,
As they say, hand file.
Populated a little - and that's enough.
Do you not know that the story rolls
Not on carpets, but on fragile bones.
Nice and fun you have visited
And dissolved in the expanses of Russia,
Cottages left new guests.
The new time is roaring on the Arbat,
Everywhere artists like in Montmartre
Drinks are poured, meals are being prepared ...
I walk impassively along the Arbat,
I am glad that carefree and idle
You can look at the ancient walls.
1987