Love for Life

So, ladies and gentlemen, I'd ask for your attention, yes
I'm very nervous, thank you all for coming, friends
Friends, yes, a moment of silence
So, I would like to propose the most important toast of the evening
And I ask that you don't interrupt me
And so, I propose a toast! To love!
To endless love!
laughter....
what a jerk, I asked you not to interrupt,
Forgive me... well then, here it is -
To endless and boundless love!
Audience: Oh, bravo!!
Thank you...

Sitting cross-legged like an Indian
You sat by the road at night
And in your eyes there's a smirk
And a can-can of night lights
I'm a guy wandering past
I have a guitar in my hands
I have a hat like this
And under it, a volcano of brains

Enough soaking in the rain
Give me your hand and let's go

On the table, a bottle of wine
Two glasses, a corkscrew, a fork
A jar of oysters, mayonnaise
A couple of flooded eggs
A cozy night attic
A measure of jazz, a measure of hard rock
Only love, love without measure
Endless and without borders

A cozy night attic
A measure of jazz, a measure of hard rock
Only love, love without measure
Endless and without borders
Enough soaking in the rain
Give me your hand and let's go
Get up, I said get up, quickly
Get up now, what don't you understand, huh?
Give me your hand, hey, get up!What didn't you understand? Get up!

A cozy night attic
A measure of jazz, a measure of hard rock
Only love, love without measure
Endless and without borders......

Dedicated to the love between me and my dear Natasha...

Do you want a song about love?
Here you go, I'll sing it right now:
Love lives in my blood
I eat and drink the nectar of love

I love big cities
Bathing in factory smokes
I try to head there
Where there are many young women

A healthy, strong organism
I've been training since childhood
And I strengthen my optimism
With advanced newspaper articles

I boldly chop down obstacles
Though their number is countless
And I've long loved life
Exactly as it is

I don't hide my desires
My position is clear
I greedily drink the nectar of love
It's always spring in my mind....

I'm in great shape
I can reach a star with my hand
I'm ready for a heroic deed right now
I hope it's clear what kind?

Two artists from St. Petersburg
And this is no coincidence either
Maksimkov and....

In a spotted BMW I drive around the city
Either a devil got into my ribs
Or something into my beard

Wearing the diagonal safety belt across my chest
Ninety-nine years behind me
Ninety-nine years, but I'm alive and I'm singing
And the advertising light of shop windows excites my blood
I look around and, catching sight of
Slender silhouettes, I hit the brakes

In a spotted, spotted, spotted BMW
In a spotted, spotted, spotted BMW
Wearing the diagonal safety belt across my chest
Ninety-nine years behind me
I look around and, catching sight of
Slender silhouettes, I hit the brakes

In a spotted BMW I drive around the city
Either a devil got into my ribs
Or something into my beard

You are free - I am calm

If you want, become a swan - just choose the color
If you want, become a storm cloud or not
If you want, become a white day or a deaf night
If you want, become a lake or a dry steppe
You are free - I am calm
You are free - I am calm

If you want, become a swan - just choose the color
If you want, become a storm cloud or not
If you want, become a white day or a deaf night
If you want, become a lake or a dry steppe
If you want, become a joy or a gray melancholy
If you want, become a liver or a whole cod

If you want, become a joy or a gray melancholy
If you want, become a liver or a whole cod
If you want, become a rag - I'll wipe the dust with you
Be anyone, what does it matter to me, I'll endure everything, I won't die
Be anyone, what does it matter to me, I'll go home in the morning

You are free - I am calm
You are free - I am calm

..Good morning people of Earth..
..The little squirrel went out for a walk...

A silhouette will loom in the early hour in my window

A silhouette will loom in the early hour in my window
Hunger that has conquered shame will lead you to me
Hunger that has conquered fear
Hunger that has conquered arrogance

A silhouette will loom in the early hour in my window
Hunger that has conquered shame will lead you to me
Hunger that has conquered fear
Hunger that has conquered arrogance
That is exactly why, you must agree, you are here again
But this is not just hunger, this is the hunger for communication
Communication with a kind and smart person

It cannot be empty and cold for long
I will help, I will warm you up
I will manage to fill you to the brim with myself!

Private Bogaev!
Yes, sir!Congratulations on the completion of your military service
Well, good luck to you, soldier!
Thank you, comrade commander-in-chief!
Well, I'm off...

I've done my shooting, healthy, alive
Behind me are marches and battles
That's it, I'm returning home
There are friends, there is love, there is family

An address book on the table
And a seen-it-all telephone
At home it's better than in the damp earth
I'm giving my beloved a ring

Hello, yes, well, it's all agreed then, yes
I'll come pick you up right now
Well, where the hell
We'll go to our spot
Well, did you remember? well, alright then
Yes, yes, and a swimsuit, bring a swimsuit

The sea and the sun, the cry of seagulls, buoys
Sleepily swaying on the smooth surface of the sea
You smiled and your lips
I just wanted to touch them with my hand
I just wanted to touch them with my hand
Or maybe with something else
The sea and the sun, love and peace
And the intoxicating smoke of shashlik

The sea and the sun, the cry of seagulls, buoys
Sleepily swaying on the smooth surface of the sea
You smiled and your lips
I just wanted to touch them with my hand

You smiled and your lips
I just wanted to touch them with my hand

I've done my shooting.....

Sorrow-anguish brought a good young man into the swamp
Although, let's be honest, he wasn't all that good
However, you feel sorry for the guy
He doesn't want to die
He looks barely seventeen
Hasn't had a drink, hasn't loved

A cold wind howled over him like a boar, like a wolf
Little pines shed rusty needles
Little pines shed rusty needles

And around, frowning sternly, the gloomy forest knitted its brows
And around, rotten tussocks and pops of bubbles
What a damn stinking situation, optimism left the guy
And fairy tales about devils and ghouls come to mind

A cold wind howled over him like a boar, like a wolf
Little pines shed rusty needles
Little pines shed rusty needles

And the foul-smelling quagmire pulls the young body down
The damp darkness thickened his tight snot
Suddenly a frail aspen managed to stretch out its branches
And our hero grabbed them like a fierce tick

A cold wind howled over him like a boar, like a wolf
Little pines shed rusty needles
Little pines shed rusty needles

I was also at that swamp and saw the bent aspen
Whose stripped branches wove into a funeral wreath
Centimeter by centimeter, I felt the malicious quagmire
The one that so brazenly dealt with the guy

A cold wind howled over him like a boar, like a wolf
Little pines shed rusty needles
Little pines shed rusty needles

In honor of my beloved, I am ready to hang myself
Ready to die in agony
Ready to lick her footprints
Burning bunches of incense

Burning incense is an old tradition
In the name of achieving a goal
The sweet smoke knows no obstacles
It will crawl into any crack

Some burn incense in honor of sweet faces
Others burn it in honor of the mighty of this world
Having the happiness to stand by a throne or a toilet

Having the happiness to stand by a throne or a toilet

Some burn incense in honor of the Lord
Others in honor of the evil spirit
Starting a noisy round dance around an abandoned grave

Starting a noisy round dance around an abandoned grave

I burn incense in honor of my beloved
She inhales their fragrance
Spits on all doubts and allows access to her body

Spits on all doubts and allows access to her body

A piece chipped off from the sun hit the eye
It's like a running kick with a boot to the temple
It's like a needle under the fingernail or a bayonet in the nipple

The time is half past one or half past two, generally around five
On this last morning of the century, it pulls you to go somewhere
It pulls somewhere, it pulls somewhere, it pulls you to go somewhere

My God! What a meeting, this is undoubtedly you!
The gaze will glass over and the heart will ache
You can pretend you didn't notice and leave
Of course you can, damn it, but something forbids it
Something will stop you, something will force you to be silent
A hand with a bottle of beer will freeze near the mouth
I'm afraid to admit to myself,
That this is your, slightly faded, but still beauty

It's like a running kick with a boot to the temple
It's like a needle under the fingernail or a bayonet in the nipple

The time is half past one or half past two, generally around five
On this last morning of the century, it pulls you to go somewhere
It pulls somewhere, it pulls somewhere, it pulls you to go somewhere
My God! What a meeting, this is undoubtedly you!....

Memory will highlight the thinnest lines along the borders of light and darkness
I remember in detail, in the smallest particulars, the day we met
Like a pimply enthusiastic teenager, my mind lost its sleep
I changed, my friends were surprised at me, I even danced the waltz

I changed, the more we met, the less I recognized myself
Little mouse, little animal, my little female, little squirrel, that's what I called you

Our love is as wide as the Volga and as deep as the Urals
We sometimes parted for a short while, I occasionally went away
The difficulties of life, troubles and joys, we honestly shared together
I didn't notice how stealthily, on the sly, a screw-up crept into our home

Lips are pursed, face is white, you smoke in silence, you're tense
Girl, darling, what have you done, you didn't wait for me!

Beloved Rita was recently killed
Recently killed, but not with a knife
Killed not by a bullet and not even with a crowbar
Killed not by a word, not by a dirty hint
And by what, you ask, was Rita killed?

Rita was killed by a meteorite, by a meteorite Rita was killed!
Be you cursed, messenger of the stars
Be you cursed, messenger of the stars

With her optimism, with her appetite
With her love for life, Rita saved me more than once
And now she's been killed by a meteorite
Be you cursed, messenger of the stars
I hate you, I hate you, you bastard!!!
Isn't there enough room in the universe?
Is there really nowhere else to fly?
Shit, shit!!!

Ah... A one in a hundred and two million chance!
No! One in a hundred and three billion!
My, my Rita is killed, killed, killed, killed!!!
Killed by a meteorite!

And how good it was for the three of us!
You, me, and our love!

With what? What was she killed with?
What? You're asking with what?
Not killed with a crowbar!
Rita was killed by a meteorite!

Be you cursed, messenger of the stars!
I hate it, all sorts of shit flying around here, isn't there enough room in the universe!
You beast!

This is a method of non-contact love
Our souls will intertwine like our bodies used to
A flower on the wrist and a ring in the eyebrow
Explain why you left so early?

This is not just a cry, this is not just pain, and not just a mark on the heart
Better to die with you than to live without you
Death with you is also a form of immortality

This is a method of non-contact love
Our souls will intertwine like our bodies used to
A flower on the wrist and a ring in the eyebrow
Explain why you left so early?

This is not just a cry, this is not just pain
This is a method of non-contact love
Our souls will intertwine like our bodies used to

Explain...

Long, very long, lasts your immersion into Eternity
You are my wonderfully scented angel, you are my desired something
How many tears I have cried
I haven't even drunk that much wine
But still I made it, I crawled here
Rise, I have come for you

I am so close, you will smile, you will think you're dreaming
Nearby is juice in a glass, made from sprouted wheat grains
Oh, how many tears I have cried
I haven't even drunk that much wine
But still I made it after all, I crawled
Rise, I have come for you

Wake up, I beg you, child of the azure lagoon
Wake up and the crystal of your tears will melt, crumbling
You will brush it away with your fluffy fan of eyelashes
And it will fly up, sparkling, like a flock of birds

Now rise! Now rise!!!!

I have a messiah's halo over me
I am one of those "saviors" of Russia
Whose well-fed faces are immediately
Visible among the rest of the faces
Average height, moderately narrow forehead
I strike with my hoof - I am "quintessentially Russian"
I repeat: I am quintessentially Russian!
Right down to the tips of my balls.

I have a messiah's halo over me
I am one of those saviors of Russia
Who always, at any time of the day
Slept peacefully, gorged and drank
As an intermediary between darkness and light
Without fearing to be called shit at the same time
I really, for the most part
Don't give a damn, I shit on everyone.

Come on, drink to me, to the Trojan horse!
Come on, drink to me, to the Trojan horse!

Spreading my shoulders wide
I will boldly come out to meet you
Trust me with your body
I will shower you with gold
It's cool - basically with little blood
Making love to the country
I have it every time
How I want, where I want...

Let's drink, brothers, to me, to the Trojan horse!

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