Ëåíü äîøëà äî òîãî, ÷òî, âìåñòî ñâîåãî ðàññêàçà î ïîåçäêå, ÿ çàíèìàþñü èçó÷åíèåì ìóçûêàëüíûõ ïðîñòîðîâ. Ñåãîäíÿ ÿ äîïëûëà, íàêîíåö, äî ïîñëåäíåãî àëüáîìà Ðåãèíû Ñïåêòîð. Äà, äà, ñòûäíî, îí âûøåë â ïðîøëîì ãîäó, íî îíà âñ¸ íèêàê íå ïîïàäàëà ïîä íàñòðîåíèå. ß óæå ïèñàëà î òîì, êàê ÿ ëþáëþ Ðåãèíó Ñïåêòîð, å¸ ìóçûêó, å¸ ðåçêóþ ìàíåðó èãðû è å¸ òåêñòû, íî..... íî ÝÒÀ ïåñíÿ ïîáèëà ïðîñòî âñå ðåêîðäû!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ãîñïîäè, ýòî ÃÅÍÈÀËÜÍÎ!!!
ß íàäûøàòüñÿ íå ìîãó ýòèì âäîõíîâåíèåì! Ìåíÿ ðàçðûâàåò íà ÷àñòè! À ñëîâà... ñëîâà! ß î÷åíü ÷¸òêî âèæó Ðåãèíó â êàêîì-íèáóäü ìóçåå, ñ å¸ íåîáû÷íûì âçãëÿäîì íà âåùè, è êàê îíà çàñòûâàåò ïåðåä âèîëîí÷åëüþ, è ÷óòü ëè íå ïëà÷åò îò ÷óâñòâà æàëîñòè ê ýòîìó èíñòðóìåíòó. È âîò õîäèøü, õîäèøü ïî ãàëåðåÿì è ìóçåÿì âñþ ñîçíàòåëüíóþ æèçíü, è âåäü íèêîãäà íå çàäóìûâàåøüñÿ î íåñ÷àñòíûõ êàïèòàíàõ íà çàñòûâøèõ êîðàáëÿx, êîòîðûì íå âûáðàòüñÿ èç çîëîòûõ ðàì! Îá èíñòðóìåíòàõ, êîòîðûì áîëüøå íèêîãäà íå ñïåòü!
Ãîâîðÿò, â Ðîññèè âèäåî íå äîñòóïíî, íó âîò àëüòåðíàòèâà: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_1rVrspANY
All the rowboats
In the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captains'
Worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging
In their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering
French and German
Dutch, Italian, and Latin
When no one's looking
I catch a sculpture
Marble, gold, and soft as satin
But the most special
Are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins
They keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
How...
First there's lights out
Then there's lock-up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault
For being timeless
There's a price you pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs
They're just public
Mausoleums
The living dead fill every room
But the most special
Are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins
They keep coughing
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing
They will hang there
In their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
First there's lights out
Then there's lock-up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault
For being timeless
There's a price you pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
They will stay there forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
È åù¸: ýòîò àëüáîì íà ñàìîì äåëå ïîëó÷èëñÿ î÷åíü ãëóáîêèì è îò÷àñòè ðåëèãèîçíûì. Ñîâñåì íå ëèøíèå òàì äâå ïåðåïåâêè Îêóäæàâû (Ìîëèòâà è Ñòàðûé ïèäæàê) â áîíóñíûõ òðåêàõ. Ìíå êàæåòñÿ, ÷òî Ðåãèíà ñòàëà åù¸ áîëåå ÷óâñòâåííîé.