Тарталья - Макс Фрай - Семь настроений недели. Суббота, 29 апреля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Couples who walk around the city at night are not necessarily lovers, although, of course, there are some like that. But much more often than it might seem, those walking at night are united in completely different unions.

We won’t talk about lonely midnight passers-by just yet; they have their own bizarre circumstances, their own affairs - secret and not so secret. Large companies don't count at all; that is, the participants, as a rule, like it, but that’s not it. There is nothing in nature better than the number “two” for night walks. It turns out especially great when there is no passion between companions, but only tenderness and complete mutual understanding. Moonlight kisses are a great thing, but, whatever one may say, they distract from the main thing. The main thing is, of course, the city at night.

A night walk is a conspiracy, or even a conspiracy. Not so much against the miserable forces of evil, which, as we know, reign supreme in the dark, but against the measured rhythm of one’s own life, the usual way of life, the picture of the world, dirty and shiny from everyday use.

At night, when vision is almost helpless, other senses are forced to wake up and take control of the situation. Night in any city is a time of delicious, pungent smells, unexpected, often inexplicable sounds. At night it becomes obvious that it would be better not to enter some courtyards during the day, but to run past, wrapping your head in a scarf; but this shabby gateway leads straight to the earthly branch of paradise, and if you sit silently for just a quarter of an hour on that bench over there, yes, green, with a broken back, you can then not sleep for another whole day, or something worse. At night, the body of a city dweller becomes as sensitive as the body of a forest animal; all that’s left is to learn to listen to it, and this science is rarely easy. But not easy does not mean “impossible”.

That's all I mean. Anyone who has never walked around the city at night with their best friend, or just a good friend, generally does not understand how and why they live on this beautiful land. And for everyone who, like me, for example, previously could not imagine life without such walks, and now have become addicted to driving around the city in a car, or have become completely lazy - it’s time to remember how it happens. April, April is running out, damn us all.