01 INTRO
We are having a festival!
A quiet place, peace and security.
02 MEMBERS OF THE COLLECTION
I am friends with a passionate music lover
I have a romance with music
Ah ah ah ah oh music lover
Ah ah ah ah a romance with music
I fiercely love her
I've been collecting records since childhood
Ah ah ah ah fiercely love
Ah ah ah ah I collect records
The synth of Zodiaks* tickles the ear
The voice of Reds fuck of pours gently
Ah ah ah ah the synth of Zodiaks
Ah ah ah ah the voice of Red Poppies*
Thousands of greetings radiate
Songs of our glorious Samotsvety*
Ah ah ah how about it, ah-ha?
Ah ah ah ah thousands of greetings
Ah ah ah ah glorious Samotsvety, yes!
Pesnyary* pull the notes purely
Wonderful Syabry* pluck the soul
Ah ah ah ah Pesnyary pull
Ah ah ah ah wonderful Syabry
The shore of fresh morning dew
Verasy* give with their song
Ah ah ah ah morning dew
Ah ah ah ah a miracle - Verasy
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The shore of fresh morning dew
They say whoever is friends with a song
You eat the dew, and throw away the coffee!
Hey hey hey hey hey, a miracle - Verasy, nothing to say, oh, yeah!
Lai lai, la-la-la lai lai, la-la-la lai lai, hey hey!
Lai lai, la-la-la lai lai, la-la-la lai lai, hey hey!
Well, nothing to say!!!
And what about the non-living writers, ah?! Ha-ha!
***Vocal-instrumental ensembles (VIA) of the Soviet era. Permitted by official censorship.
03 TOAST
The entire working people
Boldly looks forward
The chest rises powerfully
A gaze directed into the distance
Firm and stern as steel
The bright path has united us all
We are like one family
A multi-million strong one
The era of a united Earth
Hearts beat cheerfully
Construction sites soar
Lakes and rivers are full of fish
Boldly walking
Straight into the future
We count our glorious deeds
The whole world sees
The shine of our labor victories
The eyes of the nations are fixed on us
We feel from the West
An evil smell blowing
Capitalism is rotting there
Let it rot
It doesn't concern us
No cataclysm threatens us....
04 RUSSIAN FOLK
Oh, you epic land
Much-suffering land
Not once burned by fire
My Holy Rus
I was born and raised here
I dreamed of free will
Which, through no fault of my own
I was deprived of from birth
There are highly skilled
All sorts of craftsmen here
And the Russian wonder-maidens
Are beautiful and gentle
The glorious beauty
Crowns the Russian land
The golden-domed capital
Oh, Mother Moscow
Here in chambers and mansions
Sitting on long benches
Long-bearded oaks
Boyards and princes
Oh, sovereign, do not be angry, -
No matter how smart you are
With so many goats in office
What kind of progress can there be?
05 LOVE OF LIFE
.....I love her!!!....
What's wrong with him???....
Hi Seryoga, hey bro!
...That's it!!!...
Oh come on, what are you doing!!!
...Quiet!!!...
....I love her!! fuck all of you!!!!!!
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Want a song about love?
Please, I'll sing it now:
Love lives in my blood
I eat and drink the nectar of love
I love big cities
I bathe in factory smokes
I try to keep my path there
Where there are many young women
I boldly chop down obstacles
Though their number is countless
And I have long loved life
Just the way it is
I am in great shape
I can reach a star with my hand
I am ready for a feat right now
I hope it's clear what kind?
A healthy strong organism
I have developed since school years
I strengthen my optimism
With an advanced newspaper article
I do not hide my desires
My position is clear
I drink the nectar of love without stopping
It is always spring in my brain....
06 STUMPS (ODE TO A BUREAUCRAT)
Scattering with an important look
Small gray sparrows
Projecting a menacing look
From behind horn-rimmed glasses
A pot-bellied creature
In the image of an official
Embraces his briefcase
With a lover's tenderness
Endowed quite generously from above
With a rather high position
An unyielding oak stump
He sits in his chair
An unyielding oak stump
An unyielding oak stump
An unyielding oak stu-u-ump
Thick-skulled and stern!
And any new idea
Entering the office on reception day
Growing pale and thin before our eyes
Falls, hitting the stump!...
07 FINALE
Instrumental
Oblachnyy Kray 1983 "Kh-ya Samodeyatelnost"
The group's fourth album received its name from a sign in one of the cultural centers in Arkhangelsk. On the notice board, where the working hours of various clubs were posted, it was written: Kh-ya samodeyatelnost, the day the club was held, and its working hours. Naturally, in such a title, Sergei saw a very deep meaning, consistent with our reality at the time! The album is written in classic art rock, in the style of Pink Floyd circa 1977, but with Slavic motifs and choral arrangements, which immediately identified it with our own musical culture rather than a pro-Western one. The fate of this album is not simple. It was with this album that the persecution of the group began, because it was in this album that the censors saw exactly what they would later write about the group: pseudo-patriotism and mockery of the socialist system. At the factory where Sergei worked, a quota came down for admission to candidates for the CPSU (Communist Party). The shop manager, who valued Sergei as a young, non-drinking man and a good specialist, naturally gave him a recommendation to the city committee, and he was sent for an interview for admission as a candidate. Everything was going quite well, and they were already about to hand down a positive verdict, but suddenly the secretary saw a strange memo, helpfully slipped in by one of the junior staff. He read it and, his face changing, asked: "And what is this Oblachnaya Dal (Cloudy Distance)?" Sergei replied: "It's not Dal, but Kray (Edge)." "So what is it?" "It's my band, where in our free time my friends and I write and perform our own songs." "And what do you sing there?" "Well, for example, 'Russian Folk'." And Bogayev, having read the lyrics, theatrically gestured to those present at the end with the words: "You, sovereign, do not be angry, no matter how smart you are, with so many 'goats' [jerks] in 'places', what kind of progress can there be?" After this, the secretary of the city committee turned pale, turned red, and yelled: "OUT!" This ended the event. And difficult times began for the group!
Written from the personal memories of Sergei Bogayev, who told me this story. I. Plenov
- Intro
- Members of the Collection
- Toast
- Russian Folk
- Love of Life
- Stumps (Ode to a Bureaucrat)
- Finale
Sergey Bogayev: guitars, bass, music, lyrics
Oleg Rautkin: drums, vocals
Nikolay Lyskovsky: keyboards
- Artist: Alexey Bulygin (Autodafe) 1983
- Photos from the band's archive
- Design restoration, color, and computer layout:
- Sergey Supalov 2008
- Audio restoration and remastering: Igor Plenov 2008 SPb
- The recording in its most complete, original version, without cuts and technical defects, was released for the first time in 2008
