Альфред Шнитке - Друзья поздравили меня с идиотом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The first action

The first picture

I

Friends congratulated me on an idiot.

Choir of friends

This, believe us, believe us, nothing.

WIFE

Hugged, squeezed, kissed on the cheeks.

I

I smiled bewildered, my head was spinning, my hands flickered, smiles; I kissed my friends on my cheeks, hugged them and squeezed them.

Choir of friends

The pairs of friendship were swirling. Frankly, we were afraid of the worst, because there were every reason to fear the worst, and here you have a life with an idiot; The punishment is light, unreleal, one might even say, not at all a punishment; It depends, of course, how to look, and so, if you look through the gap of our times, then in such a punishment a secret form of trust is guessed (you are still not all ways closed!), a new kind of life, rather an instruction than censure. In a word, mission. Moreover, we add that a choice is provided. They showed condescension to you ...