Юлий Ким - Письмо в СП РСФСР - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(on the occasion of the 6th Plenum of the Secretariat of the Union of Writers, where the problem was discussed, whom to consider Russian and whom a Russian -speaking writer)

Let me, brothers, turn timidly:

It's time to clean our people,

And I am a simple Soviet half -breed,

And I get into a terrible binding.

In part, I am quite clean -

All -City, from Kaluga Christians, -

But I am a foreigner on my father, a foreigner,

And he must get into his Pyongyang.

Where do I mean your law?

My land is now partly only mine:

Go to the Volga, wander around Pskov

I have the right to only one foot.

I have a nightmare in me!

In the morning I hear the abuse of my blood:

One shouts that I am Katsap Bezmozgi,

The other is for some reason that a Jew.

Save me, Lichutin and Rasputin!

Wherever I spit, Afront is everywhere:

I thought I was clean in the fifth paragraph,

And now, like Pushkin, - I spoil the gene pool!

And my language, so dear, familiar!

He had half a century this land.

So is he Russian or Russian -speaking?

My, Kunyaev, do not understand yours!

Do not let a living soul break out!

I ask for the reign of the RSFSR:

Like me, arrange a reservation,

There, somewhere - in Odessa, for example.

There will be many multi -term we will be:

Fazil, Bulat, Father Florensky himself,

We will sing Vysotsky and Mironov,

Vertinsky will also sing to you.

Kasparov Garik is also two.

We lay the board, cut the dial,

And I am my Korean half

I will cut his Armenian Russian mat!

And I will tell you, zealots of Russia:

Oh, look at your leaders!

Your Mikhalkov was friends with Leo Cassil,

And Bondarev on the grandmother - Karaim!