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"Morning gymnastics" Vladimir Vysotsky

Утренняя гимнастика - Morning Gymnastics Владимир Высоцкий - Vladimir Vysotsky Take a deep breath, put your arms farther out, Don't hurry, - three - four! Cheerful morale, grace and elasticity! Overall strengthening, And in the morning sobering, If you're still alive - Gymnastics! If you are in your apartment, Lay down on the floor - three - four! Carry out the exercize correctly! Get away from outside influences - Get used to the novelty, Take a deep breath and hold it As long as possible! All over the world the influenza virus Has spread - three - four! Illnesses spread and grow. If you are sickly - you go right away to a coffin! Guard your health Change your hankies! If you are already tired - Squat - stand, squat - stand, Aren't the Artic and Antarctic frightening to you! Chief Academician Joffe Has shown: coffee and booze Are to be traded for prophy-lactic sports! It's not necessary to talk about it Squat down until you fall, Now don't be glum and gloomy! If you don't know how Take off what you have to, And take part in aquatic procedures! Bad news isn't terrifying In response we run in place, Even the beginner wins. The beauty of it is that amoung the runners There is no first or last place, Running in place is an example to the community! Inhale deeply, arms - out more, Do not hurry - three and four! Grace and pliability are emphasized! All around conditioning, And hangover quickening, If you're still alive and fidgeting - Exercise! If you're working out at home ...
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:22.500
Теги: English subs lyrics Утренняя гимнастика Владимир Высоцкий Morning workout gymnastics Vladimir Vysotsky
 

Высоцкий: "Я не люблю.."(3)-1969.

Домашняя запись у Л.П.Делюсина, Москва,30-09-69. ################# #### Translation of this song on English is here: www.wysotsky.com Я не люблю фатального исхода, ПО-ЭТОМУ ОБ ЭТОМ НЕ ПОЮ Я не люблю любое время года, В КОТОРОЕ БОЛЕЮ И НЕ ПЬЮ. Я не люблю ОТКРЫТОГО цинизма, В восторженность не верю, и еще - Когда чужой мои читает письма, Заглядывая мне через плечо. Я не люблю, когда наполовину Или когда прервали разговор. Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину, Я также против выстрелов в упор. Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий, Червей сомненья, почестей иглу, Или - когда все время против шерсти, Или - когда железом по стеклу. Я не люблю уверенности сытой, Уж лучше пусть откажут тормоза! Досадно мне, что слово "честь" забыто, И что в чести наветы за глаза. Когда я вижу сломанные крылья - Нет жалости во мне и неспроста. Я не люблю насилье и бессилье, И МНЕ НЕ ЖАЛЬ распятого Христа. Я не люблю манежи и арены, На них мильон меняют по рублю, Пусть впереди большие перемены, Я это никогда не полюблю, Я это никогда не полюблю... 1969.
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:25.500
Теги: высоцкий
 

Włodzimierz Wysocki - Проложите - Leo Volodko

Leo Volodko - www.leovolodko.eu - poeta, pieśniarz, autor muzyki do swoich tekstów w języku rosyjskim, francuskim, angielskim, polskim, wykonuje także utwory innych autorów, m.in. Włodzimierza Wysockiego, nagrał płytę pt. "WYSOCKI lirycznie. vol.1".
Категория: Music
Время: 00:00:51.750
Теги: Wysocki Wysotsky Wysockij Vysotsky Volodko Володько Проложите rosyjska poezja rosyjski poeta
 

Песня о Земле | Song about the Earth | biutiful cauntri | Il canto della terra

is a song against war Song about the Earth Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried? Will a seed, as they say, never sprout? Has the earth, as they say, really died? No! Its taken a lengthy time-out! Mother Earth will forever give birth, Its maternity isnt a fiction! Dont believe that they burnt down the earth, No! Its blackened from grief and affliction. Trenches, running like scars back and forth... Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose... They are open nerves of the earth, Which unearthly unhappiness knows. It will stand wars and grief - any thing! Its not crippled, though booted and looted... Dont believe that the earth doesnt sing, That its quieted down, diluted! No, its singing as loud as it can From a trench, from a wound, from a hole! Since the earth is the soul of Man, Boots cannot trample down the soul! Canzone della Terra Chi ha detto: "Tutto è completamente secco, Non tornerà più il tempo della semina?" Chi ha detto che la Terra è morta? No, si è nascosta per un po... Non possiamo impadronirci della fertilità, Non possiamo, come non si può svuotare il mare. Chi ha creduto che la Terra bruciasse? No, è annerita dal dolore... Come crepe giacevano le trincee E le buche si aprivano come ferite. I nervi della Terra messi a nudo Conoscono la pena più profonda. Sopporterà tutto, attenderà. Tra gli sciancati non mettere la Terra! Chi ha detto che la Terra non canta? Che ha perduto per sempre la parola? No! Echeggia di gemiti soffocati, Da tutte le sue ferite, da ...
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:51
Теги: Песня о Земле Song about the Earth Canzone della Terra Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij Vysotsky Влади́мир Семёнович Высоцкий biutiful cauntri Laulu maalle lyrics bard Wysocki Vissotski visotskij emergenza rifiuti Campania שיר על ארץ
 

Корабли | The Ships | Le Navi

The Ships The ships will go And lay on their course, But they will come back Through bad weather... It wont even be A half-year - And I will appear In order to leave again For a half-year. Everyone comes back, Except for the best of friends, Except for the most favorite And devoted of women. Everyone comes back, Except for those whom are needed the most. I do not believe in fate, While I believe in myself even less. But I would sure like to Think, That it is not so That burning ships Will soon go out of Style. I will certainly return Both within my friends, and within dreams... I will certainly sing - And it wont even be A half-year. Le Navi Le navi si perdono, perdono la rotta, ma io sarò restituito dal mare in tempesta ... non sono ancora sei mesi e mi sembra nuovamente di partire per altri sei mesi. Restituisce tutti, tranne i migliori amici Tranne gli uomini attesi dalle loro donne. Restituisce tutti ad eccezione di quelli che si desidera Non credo nel destino, in me stesso, anche di meno. Ma voglio pensare che non è così Che non è in questo modo che bruciano le navi. Certamente tornerò, incontrerò i miei amici ei miei sogni Certamente tornerò a cantare e non sono passati che sei mesi. the songs in different languages: www.wysotsky.com
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:51
Теги: Влади́мир Семёнович Высоцкий Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij Корабли The Ships Le Navi korabli lyrics Vysotsky bard Wysocki corto maltese marinaio Vissotski Magnitizdat visotskij
 

Бодайбо | Bodajbo

Bodaybo You left yesterday, for a week or so; I dont miss you, though, in the least - For Im now in transit to Bodaybo, In a cattle car headed East. You wont weep for me, you wont call my folks, But, my dear, I dont give a damn - For the next ten years Ill be pounding rocks, Mining gold for our Motherland. Now the wheels have stopped, and at last Im here, No more tracks or ties, only turf... I would like to cry, but I have no tears, There are no more tears left on Earth. You dont have to wait, you dont have to mourn, Dont be sad that Im in the can; Just remember, now and forevermore: God forbid our paths cross again. I will tough it out till my term expires, Ill come out alive - that, Ill bet! But as I sleep on plank-beds behind barbed wire, I will try my best to forget. Here, the cold is bad and the wind is worse, And blue forests are my only views... At my back are six thousand kilometers, And ahead - ten years of the blues. Bodajbo Tu sei partito per un breve periodo, E' stata una disgrazia, che Dio ce ne scampi, Io sono in viaggio verso est su un treno merci, Alle miniere di Bodajbo. Non piangere, e non mi aspettare, Fai una visita a mia madre, Ebbene, io sputo, su quello che si estrae, Che è l'oro per il paese. Tutto è finito, anche lo sferragliare delle ruote, Tutto è finito, anche le rotaie non ci sono più. Adesso urlo, non ho più lacrime, Le mie lacrime hanno inzuppato la terra. Non mi aspettare, Dio è con te, Io dico che non devi essere triste Solo i ricordi, che ...
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:12
Теги: gold mining Бодайбо Bodaïbo Bodaybo Bodajbo miniera d'oro miniere massacro massacre Lena bard Wysocki Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij Vysotsky Влади́мир Семёнович Высоцкий Vissotski Magnitizdat visotskij
 

Спасите наши души | Save Our Souls | Salvate le nostre anime

Save our souls Within neutral waters Our sub quickly dives; We barely care Whats up in the air - But if hunters spot us, The sirens alert us - We run for our lives! Come save our dying souls! Were now up the poles! Our SOS is fading, Its hard to breathe... Wish help were near here, Alas, they cannot hear, And gelid claws of fear Our souls squeeze... Aortas will tear - Too deep are we caught; Black balls everywhere Block us down there; All passages closed - To death were exposed From starboard and port! Come save our dying souls! Were now up the poles! Our SOS is fading, Its hard to breathe... Wish help were near here, Alas, they cannot hear, And gelid claws of fear Our souls squeeze... Nobody can capture Us under the sea; And ordered the captain: This course must be kept on We cant surface now Since mines are around - We arent dopes, are we? Come save our dying souls! Were now up the poles! Our SOS is fading, Its hard to breathe... Wish help were near here, Alas, they cannot hear, And gelid claws of fear Our souls squeeze... Well surface tomorrow - The order is passed. We feel no horror To be beaten hollow - We just serve the country, We cant breathe, we cant brea... But dont forget us! Come save our dying souls! Were now up the poles! Our SOS is fading, Its hard to breathe... Wish help were near here, Alas, they cannot hear, And gelid claws of fear Our souls squeeze... We got to the surface - But got into hell! We see where the wharf is, Were restless and nervous; The ...
Категория: Music
Время: 00:03:30
Теги: Clandestini SOS Save Our Souls Salvate le nostre anime Spasite nashi dushi Спасите наши души bard Wysocki Vladimir Semënovič Vysotskij Vysotsky Влади́мир Семёнович Высоцкий Vissotski Magnitizdat visotskij
 

Высоцкий: "Я не люблю.."-(5)-1974.

Я НЕ ЛЮБЛЮ. Translation of this song on English is here: www.wysotsky.com Я не люблю фатального исхода, От жизни никогда не устаю. Я не люблю любое время года, Когда веселых песен не пою. Я не люблю открытого цинизма, В восторженность не верю, и еще - Когда чужой мои читает письма, Заглядывая мне через плечо. Я не люблю, когда наполовину Или когда прервали разговор. Я не люблю, когда стреляют в спину, Я также против выстрелов в упор. Я ненавижу сплетни в виде версий, Червей сомненья, почестей иглу, Или - когда все время против шерсти, Или - когда железом по стеклу. Я не люблю уверенности сытой, Уж лучше пусть откажут тормоза! Досадно мне, что слово "честь" забыто, И коль в чести наветы за глаза. Когда я вижу сломанные крылья - Нет жалости во мне и неспроста. Я не люблю насилье и бессилье, Вот только жаль распятого Христа. Я не люблю себя, когда я трушу, Досадно мне, когда невинных бьют, Я не люблю, когда мне лезут в душу, Тем более, когда в нее плюют. Я не люблю манежи и арены, На них мильон меняют по рублю, Пусть впереди большие перемены, Я это никогда не полюблю. 1974.
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:40.500
Теги: высоцкий
 

Высоцкий: "Райские яблоки"-7 (5:10).

Я когда-то умру - мы когда-то всегда умираем,- Как бы так угадать, чтоб не сам - чтобы в спину ножом: Убиенных щадят, отпевают и балуют раем,- Не скажу про живых, а покойников мы бережем. В грязь ударю лицом, завалюсь покрасивее набок, И ударит душа на ворованных клячах в галоп. В дивных райских садах наберу бледно-розовых яблок. Жаль, сады сторожат и стреляют без промаха в лоб. Прискакали - гляжу - пред очами не райское что-то: Неродящий пустырь и сплошное ничто - беспредел. И среди ничего возвышались литые ворота, И огромный этап - тысяч пять - на коленях сидел. Как ржанет коренной! Я смирил его ласковым словом, Да репьи из мочал еле выдрал и гриву заплел. Седовласый старик слишком долго возился с засовом - И кряхтел и ворчал, и не смог отворить - и ушел. И измученный люд не издал ни единого стона, Лишь на корточки вдруг с онемевших колен пересел. Здесь малина, братва,- нас встречают малиновым звоном! Все вернулось на круг, и распятый над кругом висел. Всем нам блага подай, да и много ли требовал я благ? Мне - чтоб были друзья, да жена - чтобы пала на гроб,- Ну а я уж для них наберу бледно-розовых яблок. Жаль, сады сторожат и стреляют без промаха в лоб. Я узнал старика по слезам на щеках его дряблых: Это Петр Святой - он апостол, а я - остолоп. Вот и кущи-сады, в коих прорва мороженных яблок. Но сады сторожат - и убит я без промаха в лоб. И погнал я коней прочь от мест этих гнилых и зяблых,- Кони просят овсу, но и я закусил удила. Вдоль обрыва с кнутом по-над пропастью ...
Категория: Music
Время: 00:03:52.500
Теги: высоцкий
 

Магадан | My friend has moved to Magadan | Magadan

My friend has moved to Magadan Igor Kochanowski My friend has moved to Magadan; Play him a fanfare, play him a fanfare. He went himself, his own free man; He wasn't sent there, he wasn't sent there. It wasn't that his luck turned bad Or done to make somebody mad; It wasn't part of some big act: He simply packed, he simply packed. If someone asked him: "What's it for? Why just abandon your life at random? The jails have killers by the score - That's where they crammed "em, that's where they crammed' em!" He'd shrug - "Whatever people say There's more in Moscow anyway" - Then pack up everything he can For Magadan, for Magadan. I wouldn't say my race is run: I'd jump the night train like in the old days; But I won't go to Magadan Leaving my old ways, starting a new phase. I'll sing, my guitar on my knee, Of all the things he's going to see Of all that's left unseen, undone, Of Magadan, of Magadan. My friend had nothing left to lose; It's his decision, it's his decision; He won't be beaten by the screws - He's not in prison, he's not in prison. But God has made for me a plan... Or should I go to Magadan? And like my friend just go to ground And make no sound. © Margaret & Stas Porokhnya. Translation, 2007 www.wysotsky.com en.wikipedia.org it.wikipedia.org it.wikipedia.org
Категория: Music
Время: 00:01:38.250
Теги: Vladimir Vysotsky Владимир Высоцкий Игорю Кохановскому Магадан Igor Kochanowski Magadan
 
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