Градский Александр - МиМ. Финал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Again at the Stravinsky Institute in the ward at Ivan.

Ivan looks sadly at the master and Margarita. Nearby Woland, "reviving" them ...

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Margarita. Messir, because we are no longer in the world ... Really death and after death dreams? ...

Ivan. You died! But alive?! This is nonsense!

Woland. Not more nonsense than wires of Massolitz!

Margarita. Why are you so! He is a kind person ...

Woland (with a smile). Well, you say how Ga-notskri speak ...

Master. Neighbor, goodbye, maybe forever ...

Woland (Ivan). Well, Levi, the last verse ... Margarita!

Ivan. You know ... I am no longer a poet ... goodbye and forgive me, ignorant ...

Master. We died, but we breathe, see the light ... We are dead, but we love as before ... Ah, how smart it is smart! Gori, misfortune, and burning, suffering! Wine was drunk to the drop. It's time, it's time for a new date ...

Woland. And ahead is a house and a quiet garden. Your old servant lights candles. Peace awaits you ... Rather, to the sunset ... And this evening will last forever ...

Master. Goodbye to never, my earthly house ... Gori misfortune and burning ...

Margarita. From now on we own silence!

Margarita and master. It's time, it's time for a new date ... (Ivan falls asleep. Woland, master, Margarita fly out the window ... Azzzello, Gell, Hippo and Koroviev join them in flight ...).

Flight…

Woland (master). Your novel was read (pointing to Pilate, sitting in a stone chair at a flat peak), and said that it was not over. Here is your hero - in eternal sorrow ... He was screamed only once, but cowardice is vicious ... He says his position is bad, and there is no rest ... He says when he does not sleep ... Well, in a dream, sighing heavily, he sees the one who is who He will not forgive ... And everything he wants: to go with the prisoner on the lunar road and speak ...

Margarita. Messir, let him go!

Woland. We are not the gods ... We managed to ask for him already ... You can finish your romance!

Master. Free! Free! He is waiting for you! ...

Pilate and Yeshua

Pilate. Gods! What a vulgar execution! But you, please tell me, because she was not there! I pray you, tell me? Wasn't it?

Yeshua. Well, of course, there was no ... there was no ... there was no ... no ... (they leave on the "moon path" ...).

To the eternal shelter

Master. Gods, my gods! How sad the evening land is! How mysterious fogs are over the swamps. Who wandered in these fogs, who suffered a lot before death, who flew over this earth, carrying an overwhelming load, he knows this. This is tired. And he leaves the fogs of the earth, its swamp and river without regret, he surrenders with a light heart in the hands of death, knowing that only she will calm him alone ...

Woland (with a grin). It was or was not ... I think it was. The master with Margaratia died seriously. Annushka broke his bottle on the ponds, the death in lean oil took Berlio ...

Master, Margarita, Woland, Koroviev, Hippo, Azazello, Gella, Ivan, Choir. ... accepted Berliosis ...

Woland. It was or was not-who would dare to say ... Something in the Scriptures is erased with a spray. That which was delighted, it will turn out to be in truth! The apprentices will give out a diploma to the master.