Istorija
Glava 4.
Location: Belize
Time:23:40
Music: J.Lennon
Predislovie.
Pravda-nepravda…Pravda-nepravda…
Chto esche? Son ili ne son? Son ili ne son?
Segodnja ili zavtra? Segodnja? A mozhet zavtra?
Mozhet poest? A mozhet poljubit kogo?
Tak pojavilis na svet zhizn! Ili ne zhizn?
Segodnja zamechatelnij den - vtornik! Well - well - well!!!
Posmotri na menja! Kto ja po - tvoemu?
Posmotri na menja!
Posmotri na menja! Ohh, moja ljubov! Vot on ja, zdes!
Chto zhe ja dolzhen sdelat? Chto ja mogu sdelat?
Pozalujsta posmotri na menja!
Vot on ja, zdes! Kto zhe ja takoj?
Nikto ne znaet, kto ja takoj! Tolko ja mogu znat!
Odnim zamechatelnim letnim vecherom 2005-go. Ono bilo zamechatelno tem, chto solnce bilo na nebe na 30 minut dolshe polozhenogo, no kak I voditsja etogo chuda nikto ne zametil. Esche ono bilo prekrasnim potomu, chto v etot samij ljuboj, a mozhet I ne ljuboj, den vstretilis v odnom meste troe!
Igor, chelovek s polozhitelnoj reputaciej v shirokih krugah I s reputaciej molnienosnogo blestjaschego podonka, estestvenno bil v takoj den u vodoema(nazovem ego Svisloch) s gitaroj v rukah v kompanii Sashi - haotichno uporjadochennogo cheloveka s takimi zhe prekrasnimi misljami I pomislami kak I ego volosjanoj pokrov(kto mozhet ego ocenit).
Po bokam stojali v volnenii I vostorge 2 neponjatno otkuda podoslannih cheloveka, skroju ih imena lish po odnoj prichine(ne mogu vspomnit). Eto bili neukljuzhe skonstruirovannie devushki, hotja ih nastroenie sovpadalo s nastroeniem Igorja, Sashi I Ih prekrasnoj gitari.
Chto zh! Vremja shlo! I s ego techeniem! V opredelennoj blizosti, shagov 20 v metr dlinnoj, materializovalsja neverojatno podozritelno vigljadevshij subject! Ostavim ego poka bez imeni. On stojal. On slushal, slozhiv ruki vmeste, odnoj iz nih podperev podborodok. On stojal povernuv svoe telo tak, chtobi malo ponjatlivie I maloobrazovannie ljudi, ne takie konechno kak Igor I Sasha, ne smogli ponjat, chto on zainteresovan v proishodjaschem dejstve, kotoroe ustraivali troe - Igor, Sasha I gitara.
Takoe sobitie ne ostalos bez vnimanija Igorja I Sashi!
Sluchilos tak, chto po neponjatnim do sih por nauke prichinam, eti troe podozvali chetvertogo - otnine Budem nazivat ego Maxim Kanash! S pozvolenija Maxima ja dam sebe pravo sokratit imja do Maxima, I inogda do Maxa, sovsem redko do govnjuka I gandona I sovsem redko dobroporjadochogo cheloveka s horoshimi, ponjatnimi vsem manerami.
Razve mozhno ne voshischatsja beskonechno tomu, chto eto v itoge proizoshlo! Tri centra ciklona soshlis v tochku! Meteorologi, teologi, I sovremennie pisateli budut chesat repu pri raskritii tajni etogo sobitija! Zabegaja vpered skazhu - etot kvadro ciklon poka chto, podcherkivaju eto slovo kak mogu, poka-chto ne uporadochil sebja I ne umestil sebja v formu, esli est takaja forma - forma ciklona!
Sostajalas beseda, prozvuchal kompliment so storoni Maxima, pod akkomponement vostorzhenih vzgljadov dvuh neudachno slozhennih sputnic, mol - takuju MUSIKU redko uslishish na ulicah goroda! Togda bilo otpravleno neskolko pesen Elvisa, Kurta, Boba I esche parochku v atmosferu, a zatem stratosferu, mezosferu, kosmos I v itoge na planetu Zemlja leto - gde pokojatsja v svoih bezumstvah vse, chtobi bilo ponjatno, kakie imenno, vospolzuemsja chelovecheskim jazikom - vse genialnie muzikanti!
Solnce selo, zvezdi rasselis, luna prishla, mi ushli. Mi vzjali kontaktnij telefon Maxima I poshli vosvojasi…
The sound of future. (03.09.07)
Close your eyes
Whisper, you hear.
It’s the sound of the future near.
Your future is not clear.
The whisper is uncertain.
You want to be sure.
But the sound is not pure.
Rate this as you wish.
Open your eyes it’s here
Your future is clear now
The sound has disappeared
So you see you are not free
You are not free from your fear.
I know.(05.09.07)
I need a word to release my fear.
I need a movement to release my anger
I need a breath to release my story
I need a man to be a killer.
I know your story
I know your story, story, story
That’s why I don’t want to know myself
I don’t know a word to call you
I don’t know a sign to feed you
I don’t know a feeling to complete your story
I don’t know a thing to be so normal
Trick(15.09.07)
Drug strains my veins
My blood is as hot as hell
My eyes are as dark as hell
My thoughts are as weird as hell
Help me to seduce my will
My will
Help me to get back to real
What I Had has gone
I can’t hide, not today
I can’t feel, not today
I can’t stand all the way
I will find myself killed
Help me to kill my will
My will
Help me get back to real
With your truly love I can’t stand still
Location: Belize
Time:23:40
Music: J.Lennon
Predislovie.
Pravda-nepravda…Pravda-nepravda…
Chto esche? Son ili ne son? Son ili ne son?
Segodnja ili zavtra? Segodnja? A mozhet zavtra?
Mozhet poest? A mozhet poljubit kogo?
Tak pojavilis na svet zhizn! Ili ne zhizn?
Segodnja zamechatelnij den - vtornik! Well - well - well!!!
Posmotri na menja! Kto ja po - tvoemu?
Posmotri na menja!
Posmotri na menja! Ohh, moja ljubov! Vot on ja, zdes!
Chto zhe ja dolzhen sdelat? Chto ja mogu sdelat?
Pozalujsta posmotri na menja!
Vot on ja, zdes! Kto zhe ja takoj?
Nikto ne znaet, kto ja takoj! Tolko ja mogu znat!
Odnim zamechatelnim letnim vecherom 2005-go. Ono bilo zamechatelno tem, chto solnce bilo na nebe na 30 minut dolshe polozhenogo, no kak I voditsja etogo chuda nikto ne zametil. Esche ono bilo prekrasnim potomu, chto v etot samij ljuboj, a mozhet I ne ljuboj, den vstretilis v odnom meste troe!
Igor, chelovek s polozhitelnoj reputaciej v shirokih krugah I s reputaciej molnienosnogo blestjaschego podonka, estestvenno bil v takoj den u vodoema(nazovem ego Svisloch) s gitaroj v rukah v kompanii Sashi - haotichno uporjadochennogo cheloveka s takimi zhe prekrasnimi misljami I pomislami kak I ego volosjanoj pokrov(kto mozhet ego ocenit).
Po bokam stojali v volnenii I vostorge 2 neponjatno otkuda podoslannih cheloveka, skroju ih imena lish po odnoj prichine(ne mogu vspomnit). Eto bili neukljuzhe skonstruirovannie devushki, hotja ih nastroenie sovpadalo s nastroeniem Igorja, Sashi I Ih prekrasnoj gitari.
Chto zh! Vremja shlo! I s ego techeniem! V opredelennoj blizosti, shagov 20 v metr dlinnoj, materializovalsja neverojatno podozritelno vigljadevshij subject! Ostavim ego poka bez imeni. On stojal. On slushal, slozhiv ruki vmeste, odnoj iz nih podperev podborodok. On stojal povernuv svoe telo tak, chtobi malo ponjatlivie I maloobrazovannie ljudi, ne takie konechno kak Igor I Sasha, ne smogli ponjat, chto on zainteresovan v proishodjaschem dejstve, kotoroe ustraivali troe - Igor, Sasha I gitara.
Takoe sobitie ne ostalos bez vnimanija Igorja I Sashi!
Sluchilos tak, chto po neponjatnim do sih por nauke prichinam, eti troe podozvali chetvertogo - otnine Budem nazivat ego Maxim Kanash! S pozvolenija Maxima ja dam sebe pravo sokratit imja do Maxima, I inogda do Maxa, sovsem redko do govnjuka I gandona I sovsem redko dobroporjadochogo cheloveka s horoshimi, ponjatnimi vsem manerami.
Razve mozhno ne voshischatsja beskonechno tomu, chto eto v itoge proizoshlo! Tri centra ciklona soshlis v tochku! Meteorologi, teologi, I sovremennie pisateli budut chesat repu pri raskritii tajni etogo sobitija! Zabegaja vpered skazhu - etot kvadro ciklon poka chto, podcherkivaju eto slovo kak mogu, poka-chto ne uporadochil sebja I ne umestil sebja v formu, esli est takaja forma - forma ciklona!
Sostajalas beseda, prozvuchal kompliment so storoni Maxima, pod akkomponement vostorzhenih vzgljadov dvuh neudachno slozhennih sputnic, mol - takuju MUSIKU redko uslishish na ulicah goroda! Togda bilo otpravleno neskolko pesen Elvisa, Kurta, Boba I esche parochku v atmosferu, a zatem stratosferu, mezosferu, kosmos I v itoge na planetu Zemlja leto - gde pokojatsja v svoih bezumstvah vse, chtobi bilo ponjatno, kakie imenno, vospolzuemsja chelovecheskim jazikom - vse genialnie muzikanti!
Solnce selo, zvezdi rasselis, luna prishla, mi ushli. Mi vzjali kontaktnij telefon Maxima I poshli vosvojasi…
The sound of future. (03.09.07)
Close your eyes
Whisper, you hear.
It’s the sound of the future near.
Your future is not clear.
The whisper is uncertain.
You want to be sure.
But the sound is not pure.
Rate this as you wish.
Open your eyes it’s here
Your future is clear now
The sound has disappeared
So you see you are not free
You are not free from your fear.
I know.(05.09.07)
I need a word to release my fear.
I need a movement to release my anger
I need a breath to release my story
I need a man to be a killer.
I know your story
I know your story, story, story
That’s why I don’t want to know myself
I don’t know a word to call you
I don’t know a sign to feed you
I don’t know a feeling to complete your story
I don’t know a thing to be so normal
Trick(15.09.07)
Drug strains my veins
My blood is as hot as hell
My eyes are as dark as hell
My thoughts are as weird as hell
Help me to seduce my will
My will
Help me to get back to real
What I Had has gone
I can’t hide, not today
I can’t feel, not today
I can’t stand all the way
I will find myself killed
Help me to kill my will
My will
Help me get back to real
With your truly love I can’t stand still