Kharkiv Klezmer Band і Театр AraБesky - Скажи монстрам до побачення - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yura Zoifer born in his own factory,

He studied foreign languages with trained parrots in his father's office.

Then he said that if he learned anything in childhood - this is traveling,

when you sleep without undressing for weeks,

stuck in the next port.

Entering with rats and circus monkeys

The best places in the hold, he

On the go, pulled fish out of black water and talked with monsters,

What flew out of the dreams of passengers of the third class.

Yura Zoifer said:

Fish in water - as metaphors in speech.

Later, leading friendship with the most dangerous

representatives of society and changing Marxist leaflets

on multi -colored pebbles and tin soldiers,

He often visited canteens for the homeless,

hid in the night

organized by the red cross,

Displayed circus animals

And he was agitated.

Remember these days, he told the public,

When collecting coins from her, remember -

circus, revolution and cabaret

Our cities will protect

from the apocalypse.

Once, shortly before the arrest, falling asleep

on empty bags from under military mail after

how he wrapped the throats of his cold animals

old newspapers, he saw -

as if at some station at the wide open door of the waiting room

Among the crowd of people unknown to him and cannot go out,

blinded by the light of the sun, they all push and cannot come out, all these

Clowns and terrorists with paper bombs, suicides, shuler with their inconspes, actresses of porn films, veterans from shelters, a gang of Serbs, delegations of Arnauts, mercenaries, groups of rebels, employees of the railway station, passengers who fell out of the wagon, who took up broken writing machines and Patterhins, cardboard columns and papers rolls, all their broken props that they are forced to carry everywhere on their humps, like caskets with gifts, all of them, trying to break free, pushed before open doors

And then, waking up, he wrote -

Here are my dreams that come off adulthood

Here is my radio full of propaganda,

And the easier and louder she is,

All the more terrible then silence.