Lyrics Зимовье Зверей - Монолог о языке

Tongue ... Not a nose! Not ear, not foot!
What could be more beautiful language!
The length and duration of the sound,
Touch, kiss, silence ...
There is another beauty in the language:
It is soft - and resilient, stubborn - and flexible,
He is like a gymnastics equipment for the mouth.
Indispensable for faces and smiles,
For all grimacing, and besides
Essential for braiding lace
Their lies and flattery, lies and intrigues ...
But if without parts, straight:
Any language is only a reflection of the gesture
And there are only two main ones - male and female;
The language of freedom and the language of bliss.
Oh, how many weird discoveries
Prepares a collision of these spheres
In one paradise! Enough b just hurried
Step over the language barrier, -
And vocabulary stocks are not important anymore!
Ability to speak and sense of style
We are replaced by magnetic passes, -
Language stormy, he can not stand the calm!
Oh, the sea of ​​verbiage is dangerous!
The nature of the language is so voluptuous,
The structure is so painful thin -
English charm, French slip, -
When you are ruled by a language,
There is a charm even in a shallow dive
In that pink wet souffle,
Filled with disastrous fleur.
Hymn to touch! As Rabelais wrote,
Language is given to us to feel a partner.
Feel, understand, penetrate, merge!
He is his own translator mediator,
On the tip of which lurks
All that remains between the lines -
Love and death of the universe. And in addition -
The ability to sense that sin is slandered,
Firsthand As Boccaccio says,
The tongue is a secondary reproductive organ,
He knows the virgin sounds
Birth words. Dante flour!
Threat of depth and sense of taste
It got the opportunity to intermarry
In the arms of a beautiful temptation
Pass between two classic traditions
Right to left or top to bottom ...
(Tamara! Margarita! Anais! ..)
And, if you loved at least once,
You know this taste for sure.
As some Henry Miller would say later:
Artists are indebted to the tongue.
(And who would say! By the way,
As one publisher rightly said:
Until they are well beaten,
Artists do not pay back debts.)
Let us return to the subject of conversation.
In the days of doubt, of suffering,
In the hours of that great discord
Only he was a beacon of my wanderings!
And own pride on need
Him, he showed me the sky!
And in the most tragic time
Cast down from the womb of God
Only in him alone did I find support.
He gave me strength, brought me to Babylon,
Where have I raised his carriers
And taught - on top of other goals -
Shapeless Nuggets of Thought
Smelt into tight words.
How did it end? Yes, not about the same speech
What I could not warn them all ...
Yes, there are interjections in the language.
But even right now, when centuries passed ...
I know: there is no safer stronghold
For polyglot discarded into the abyss.
I sing the language! I drink for his bonelessness,
Peace does not give the mind.
Any language is ideally a space -
A dictionary of stars and spheres, and therefore:
Long live the language! Language coming
Earthly Leading Philosophy
Through the terms - to the poetry of the luminaries.
I gave birth to you ... And I corrupted ...
Everything in the world is holistic, and, therefore, complete;
In any process there is a long box
Its overripe pancake, its top ...
And then everything slides downward.
Everything goes numb, rounding into something.
Only creativity could be infinite ...
It might have no end,
When not the potential creator.
He, unfortunately, is also drying up -
On every braid there is a stone,
Abel always has Cain in her generation ...
From here - whoever is to blame -
Patterns, repetitions, plagiarism ...
I could not save my gift from decay:
Talent dried up. But interest drips.
Now I just use dialects,
I invent slang and accents -
I mock at the word. That is, without obscurity
I am wrapping my works.
Itself is cheaper, language is more expensive -
That is the law. But nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless ...
Distorting languages ​​- do not judge -
Not the same as distorting fate.