Тимур Кибиров - Лада, или Радость. Хроника верной и счастливой любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Before us is the first prose experience of the laureate of the National Prize "Poet" Timur Kibirov. Joy accompanies the reader of “Chronicle of faithful and happy love” at all its stages. Even where the plot is treacherously grinning, pure joy blocks the temptation to let a tear. The point is not that the author promised us a Happy end, is a matter of free and encouraging intonation, that the road to those readers of Kibirov’s poems, which ... who (oh, probably I will offend many) know how to read it. That is, they hear a bright, overwhelmingly multi -voice, sparkling with champagne, calling music even where the poet growls terribly, complains to the damned life, sobs, clenching into a lump, or even just sobs ... not a flute of Kryasolov, not a moan called a song, called a song, called a song, called a song, called a song. I did not promise sweet oblivion, not a thundering march (although all this, of course, is heard by Kibirov), and music as such.