Франц Кафка - Сосед - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(reads: Alexander Dubina)

My business lies entirely on my shoulders. Two young ladies with typewriters and office books in the front, my room with a desk, money drawer, a table for meetings, a soft chair and a telephone - that's all my device. It is so easy to interview it, they are so easy to manage. I am very young, and I yourself go. I do not complain, I do not complain.

From the New Year, one young man without praying removed the empty neighboring apartment, with the removal of which I, stretch, so long slowed. Also a room with anterior, but, in addition, the kitchen. The room and the front would not hurt me, both of my young lady sometimes have already felt excessive load, but what did I need a kitchen? Because of this quarrel, I missed the apartment. Now this young man is located there. Garras his last name. On the door plate: "Garas, office." I brought references, I was told that this is a matter like mine. From providing him with a loan, not that warned, because it was about a young, growing person, who may have a future, but not that they advised to provide him with a loan, for at the moment the state, apparently, not.

Sometimes I meet Garas on the stairs, apparently, he is always extremely rushing, he literally replies past me. I still did not see him well, the key from the office is already ready in hand. He instantly opens the door. He flies like a tail tail, and I am standing again before the sign "Garras, the office", although I read it much more often than it deserves.

Ah, these slaughtered thin walls, betraying a person, honestly worker, and dishonest shelter. My phone hangs on the wall that separates me from a neighbor. However, I celebrate it only as a particularly irony fact. Even if he hung on the opposite wall, in the next apartment it would be all heard. I learned to call the names of customers. But it is not required, of course, a big tricky to guess these names according to characteristic, but inevitable turns of the conversation ... Sometimes I dance from anxiety on tiptoe with a headphone around the device and still I can not prevent the declining of the secrets.

Of course, because of this, my business solutions become unsure, my voice is unspelled. What does Garas do when I'm talking on the phone? If I wanted to greatly exaggerate - and it often has to do to gain clarity, - I could say: Gararasa doesn't need a phone, he uses mine, he moved his sofa to the wall and listens, and I, when the call is heard, should run To the phone, listen to the wishes of the client, to make important decisions, Istivo to persuade - but thereby primarily to give a report to Gararas through the wall.

Maybe he does not even wait for the end of the conversation, but rises after those words that quite clarified him the case, in his way around the city and, before I had a handset, already, maybe begins to act against me.

(S.Aapt translation)