Юз Алешковский - письмо Сталину - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Comrade Stalin, you are a big scientist, in linguistics you know you are a lot, and I am a simple Soviet prisoner and a comrade - Gray Bryansk Wolf. For which I am truly I don’t know, but the prosecutors are apparently right. I am sitting in Nonche in the Turukhansky Territory, where you were in exile under the king. In other people's sins, we immediately confessed to the stage of an evil fate. We believed you as Comrade Stalin as they could not believe for ourselves. And now I am sitting in the Turukhansky Territory, where the escort, like dogs are rude. I certainly understand all this as an aggravation of the class struggle. It’s rain, then snow, then midges above us, and we are in the taiga from morning to morning. You made a flame from a spark there. Thank you, I'm basking the fire. It’s harder for you, you care about everyone in the world at night, dreary, walking in the Kremlin office, smoke a tube without closing your eyes. And we carry a difficult cross for the dead, smoking in the cold and in longing for rains. We, like trees, fall on the bunks, not knowing the insomnia of the leaders. You dream of us when you go to the parade in a party cap and in a tunic. We chop the forest in Stalinsky, and chips, and chips fly in all directions. Yesterday we buried two Marxists, we dressed the bodies with a bright kumache. One of them was a right -wing dodge, the other, as it turned out, has nothing to do with it. He bequeathed the last words before bending forever ... He ordered to figure it out in the Christmas tree and cried out quietly: Stalin is a head! Smoke a thousand years of Comrade Stalin and let me die in the taiga, I believe - there will be cast iron and become per capita!