Фрэнки - Шоу - Врубель М. А. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

So, ladies and gentlemen, not every creative biography, (and here, as a professional biographer, I can assure you) equally have the so-called myth -making .. And in this regard, my life today among domestic geniuses firmly holds the very first place!, as the most mysterious, the most mysterious, and the most inexplicable .. And in the winter of 1910, I already get sick with pneumonia, as you can see, and already saying Servant: “Nikolay, it’s enough for me to lie here. Let's go to the Academy .. ”///////////////////////// and here it is, now .. this flash of light .. and exactly in a day, I am already being taken to my academy. Only I already see anything except the light that floods everything everywhere .. The light is inside .. the light outside .. the light is everywhere and everywhere .. people look at me lying in the coffin .. and for some reason they cry .. and this is strange, it is strange, Agree .. And as always, it is not clear- what technology you achieve such light effects, my dear, is simply unbelievable! .. The last months of life, as my Nadenka will tell in my memoirs, I spend in continuous prayers .. I repent in some kind of- That terrible, indelible sin, I stand with a candle in my hands, from time to time asking: “It burns, Nadenka? Burning? Didn't go out? " And what is this sin - what do you think? And what is the actor actually guilty, who did not betray anyone during his life, did not kill, did not rob, did not cause any discomfort? And one of the psychoanalysts already makes his assumption, as you hear, formulating my diagnosis as “mania of perfection!”, And it was this sin, he claims, I so persistently and rejected! And how else to explain this endless internal self -flagellation for the slightest manifestation of weakness?, This is an tireless sorting of stiff -knitted boxes with emotional trash from one place to another!; Infinite, to manic self -demand, rewriting paintings, on which one image is replaced by another - more and more perfect! In the hospital, doctors constantly testify to the same sheet, I, with incredible speed, apply a drawing behind the drawing, destroying the last previous one! And again and again .. shake the sheet to absolute, total impenetrable blackness .. One of the psychiatrists believes that as a person “.. I died hard, and in fact incurably sick, but as an artist reached the marginal degree of perfection ..” According to the other Such paintings as “Girl against the background of the Persian carpet”, “fortuneteller”, and all my countless “demons” (both revealed and hidden under my other paintings) are an example of the impossible height of mental stress, and immediately indicates extremely irreversible movements in The mental state .. And, I hope, now you understand why this my life is better to withstand at a distance, and even more so, refrain from entering its depths .. But if, out of the desire to find the answers tormenting you, you will still dare to penetrate inside. then I want to give you one advice: a person’s eye crystal is not able to handle the colors of this experience through yourself .. and to let him into himself, you need to break yourself like a crystal vase, you understand .. Therefore, stop and think again and again - if you want it - if you want Are you alone with the ultimate truth about the nature of reality? And so, to the hearing of one of you, the final lines of this great story are already coming: “In the space of the blue ether // One of the angels of the saints // Fly on the wings of gold, // and the sinful soul from the world // He carried in his arms .. // and with a sweet speech of the trust // I dispersed its doubts, // And the trace of the misconduct and suffering // He washed off with tears .. // From afar, the sounds of paradise // They came to them - how suddenly, // cross -free paths crossing the free journey , // Cared from the abyss of the hellish spirit. // He was mighty, like a noisy whine, // shone like a lightning stream, // And proudly in the impudence of the insane // He says: "She is mine!" // I pressed to the guardian chest, // The horror of the plowing, // Tamara sinful soul - // The fate of the future was resolved, // He stood before it, // But, God! - Who would recognize him? // what he looked at an evil look, // how full he was a deadly poison // enmity, not knowing the end, - // and it blew the grave of the colast // from a motionless face .. // "disappear, the gloomy spirit of the doubt! - // Messenger The sky answered: - // You are quite triumphant; // But the hour of the court has now come - // and the good of God's decision! " // and the angel with strict eyes // He looked at the tempter // and, joyfully waved his wings, // He drowned in the radiance of the sky .. // Demoned the defeated demon // Dreams of his crazy, // He remained arrogant, // One, as before, in the universe // Without the hope and love! .. "