Со своей безнадежной виною И в твоей беззащитной красе Этот воздух, насыщенный мною, Ты вдыхаешь сегодня, как все.
Перед тем как навеки проститься И увидеть последние сны Не очиститься, не причаститься Вам, которые мной сплочены.
Это судорога пораженья, Это пытка, и это экстаз. Это музыка самосожженья, Это смерть, это смерч, это - джаз.
Та-ду-да-ды-да... Та-ду-да-ды-да... Jazz (Song of Pablo)
Music Vladimir Novikov poems Vladimir Mikushevich
You admire the paradise bird Under the soft name of "the soul". I invisible strike a match And I light up slowly.
I do not understand why outlaw Delightful substance. Teeth clenched saxophone I smoked myself.
In the moment of the last transfiguration, Persuasive gesture without phrases. This is the music of self-immolation, This is a sob, this is a take-off, this is jazz.
Ta di da di di di di di ta di di day Ta da di da du day ...
Are you deaf too, Is my shadow in the populous shadow? I inhale, exhaling myself, You breathe me goodbye.
Come alive for a moment, poor thing, Before the darkness comes! Our life is just a drag, Our business, believe me, is tobacco.
Smile, do not fear immersion! See how I burn for show? This is the music of self-immolation, This is a call, this is an explosion, this is jazz.
Ta di da di di di di di ta di di day Ta da di da du day ...
With its hopeless wine And in your defenseless beauty This air, saturated with me, You inhale today like everyone else.
Before you say goodbye forever And see the last dreams Do not clean, do not take communion You who are me united.
It is a cramp of defeat, This is torture, and this is ecstasy. This is the music of self-immolation, This is death, this is a tornado, this is jazz.