Lyr Add: An Urban Romance (Russian)

Subject: Lyr Add: An Urban Romance (Russian)
From: GUEST,Volgadon
Date: 03 Jan 08 - 11:53 PM

A very moving song by Vladimir Vysotsky, about shattered illusions.
http://www.kulichki.com/vv/pesni/ya-odnazhdy-gulyal-po.html


ÃÎÐÎÄÑÊÎÉ ÐÎÌÀÍÑ

ß îäíàæäû ãóëÿë ïî ñòîëèöå - è
Äâóõ ïðîõîæèõ ñëó÷àéíî çàøèá,-
È, ïîïàâøè çà ýòî â ìèëèöèþ,
ß óâèäåë åå - è ïîãèá.

ß íå çíàþ, ÷òî òàì îíà äåëàëà,-
Âèäíî, ïàñïîðò ïðèøëà ïîëó÷àòü -
Ìîëîäàÿ, êðàñèâàÿ, áåëàÿ...
È ðåøèë ÿ åå ðàçûñêàòü.

Øåë çà íåé - è çàïîìíèë ïàðàäíîå.
×òî ñêàçàòü åé? - âåäü ÿ æ - õóëèãàí...
Âûïèë ÿ - è ïîçâàë íåíàãëÿäíóþ
 ïðèâîêçàëüíûé îäèí ðåñòîðàí.

Íó à åé óëûáàëèñü ïðîõîæèå -
Ìíå õîòü ïðîñòî êðè÷è "Êàðàóë!" -
Îäíîìó ÷åëîâåêó ïî ðîæå ÿ
Äàë çà òî, ÷òî îí åé ïîäìîðãíóë.

ß èêðîþ åé áóëêè íàìàçûâàë,
Äåíüãè ïðÿìî ðåêîþ òåêëè,-
ß æ òàêèå åé ïåñíè çàêàçûâàë!
À â êîíöå çàêàçàë - "Æóðàâëè".

Îáåùàíüÿ ÿ åé äî óòðà äàâàë,
Ïîâòîðÿë ÷òî-òî âíîâü åé è âíîâü:
"ß æ ïÿòü äíåé íèêîãî íå îáêðàäûâàë,
Ìîÿ ñ ïåðâîãî âçãëÿäà ëþáîâü!"

Ãîâîðèë ÿ, ÷òî æèçíü ïîòåðÿíà,
ß ñìîðêàëñÿ è ïëàêàë â êàøíå,-
À îíà ìíå ñêàçàëà: "ß âåðþ âàì -
È îòäàìñÿ ïî ñõîäíîé öåíå".

ß óäàðèë åå, ïòèöó áåëóþ,-
Çàêèïåëà ãîðÿ÷àÿ êðîâü:
Ïîíÿë ÿ, ÷òî â ìèëèöèè äåëàëà
Ìîÿ ñ ïåðâîãî âçãëÿäà ëþáîâü...

GARADSKOY ROMANS

Ya adnazhdy gulyal pa stalitsye - i
dvukh prakhozhikh sluchayna zashib -
i, papavshi za eto v militsiyu,
ya uvidel yeyo - i pagib.

Ya nye znayu, shto tam ana dyelala -
vidna, pasport prishla paluchat -
maladaya, krasivaya, byelaya...
i ryeshil ya yeyo razyskat.

Shyol za nyey - i zapomnil paradnoye.
shto skazat yey? - vyed ya'zh - khuligan...
vypil ya - pazval nyenaglyadnuyu
v privakzalny adin ryestaran.

Nu a yey ulybalis prokhozhiye -
mnye khot prosto krichi "kara'ul!" -
adnamu chyelovyeku pa rozhye ya
dal za to, shto on yey padmargnul.

Ya ikroyu yey bulki namazyval,
dyengi pryamo ryekoyu tyekli -
ya'zh takiye yey pyesni zakazyval!
a v kantsye zakazal - "zhuravli".

Abeshanya ya yey da utra daval,
pavtaryal shto-to vnov yey i vnov:
"ya'zh pyat nyey nikavo nye abkradyval,
maya s pyervava vzglyada lyubof!"

Gavaril ya, shto zhizn patyeryena,
ya smarkalsa i plakal v kashnye -
a ana mnye skazala: "ya vyeryu vam -
i atdamsa pa skhodnoy tsenye".

Ya udaril yeyo, ptitsu byeluyu -
zakipyela garyachaya krof:
ponyel ya, shto v militsii dyelala
maya s pyervava vzglyada lyubof...

AN URBAN ROMANCE

I once strolled around in the capital - and
picked the pockets of two passers-by -
ending up in the police station for this,
I saw her - and perished.

I don't know what she was doing there -
obviously, she came to recieve a passport (ID, really, not the kind ment for travelling abroad)-
young, pretty and fair...
I decided to seek her out.

I followed her - and commited to memory the entrance way.
What can I say to her? - after all, I'm just a hooligan...
I got drunk and invited my beloved
to a certain restaraunt not far from the train station.

Well, the passers-by smiled at her -
I felt like shouting "guards!" -
I hit one man across his ugly mug
for winking at her.

I put caviar on her bread,
the money flowed like water -
I also requested such songs for her!
I even requested they play "The Cranes".

I made promise after promise to her,
repeated again and again to her:
"five days I haven't robbed a soul,
my love at first sight!"

I told her that life isn't worth living without her,
I blew my nose and wept into my scarf -
she told me: I believe you-
you can have me for the going rate".

I struck her, the white bird-
my blood boiled over:
I understood, what she was doing at the station
my love at first sight....