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03 Jan 08 - 11:53 PM (#2227988) Subject: Lyr Add: An Urban Romance (Russian) From: GUEST,Volgadon 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.... |