"Исторический роман", слова и музыка Б. Окуджавы
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cfB19GVMV0
in the opaque dark-glass bottle
from a beer, a foreign-made,
there flourished, proud and quiet,
a red rose, free of vain.
I was writing word by word
novel on historic themes,
I was breaking through a fog
from the prologue to the end.
refrain:
each one is scripting, like he is hearing,
each one is hearing, like he is breathing,
he is scripting, like he is breathing,
with no tend to make a please..
this is due to nature's wishes,
why it's so - not our busyness,
and for what - is not our deal.
the airs afar were clear,
I had fancy stories plenty,
and I picked out threads and strings
from my own life and senses.
I arranged the hero to trip,
I was querying a foretime,
I imagined I have been
a brave lieutenant on retirement.
refrain:
each one is scripting as he is hearing,
each one is hearing, how he is breathing,
like he is breathing, he is scripting,
with no tend to make a please..
this is due to nature's wishes,
why it's so - not our busyness,
and for what - is not our deal.
phantasy is not a fraud,
tendency is not yet finish,
let me write my plot and novel
till the last dot on a list.
and as yet there is a rose
in the opaque dark-glass bottle,
let me speak out all the words,
which I have in mind and store.
refrain:
each one is scripting, like he is hearing,
each one is hearing, how he is breathing,
as he is breathing, he is scripting,
with no tend to make a please..
this is due to nature's wishes,
why it's so - not our busyness,
and for what - is not our deal.
#a_ex
// http://stihi.ru/2012/12/21/11551