Lyrics of the song Leningrad - Saint Nicholas, save us from rock and roll. Ironic poetry from haiku to hexameter
Orlusha. TranscriptHas entered. The whole hall, of course, stood up.
He took off his watch. Peskov did not.
Double? No, it looks like this one:
- Here, for starters, an anecdote!Well, the joke is pretty flat -
About the fact that our life is striped,
Like a zebra, the body is black and white.
The whole hall thought: “This is brave!
Just like that, from the threshold, sharply - once again!
About difficulties, not in the eyebrow, but in the eye!”
Let's not get distracted! Peskov,
I looked like a cat at hamsters,
Gioconda beaming with a smile,
And he poked his finger without making a mistake
To ask a question
In the latent United Russia,
Holding a sign in his hand
"Corruption and cashing out."And - the curve rushed into the sorrel!
Vovant put everyone in their place,
I found two words for everyone,
At the same time, he did not change his face,
I wasn’t nervous, I didn’t hunch my back.
Here, for example, about Ukraine:
- We never said
That we didn't go there
Why aren’t our military there?
The Internet exploded with laughter
I personally was lying under the table,
And he continued
Calm and soulful:
- There are a number of non-cadre military personnel there
Forgetting about service, wives and dachas,
Solve different problems
And combat ones, too.
Then, with a smile on his brow,
Reminded that Saakashvili
The Americans contracted
Destroy our former scoop,
And this, therefore, is spit
In the face of beloved Ukraine!I understood less than half
What he said that day.
At the same time, it seemed to me that the hall
Holding signs above your head,
Nodding my head out of habit,
It was as if he was under hypnosis,
Listening to jokes and threats:
“We’ll get everyone from everywhere!”
“We will not create bases”
“The Turks are licking Americans”
“The crisis is not terrible, as I see it,”
“My daughter did not study abroad,”
"Syrians are more than Syrians"
“We will shut off the gas pipes,”
“Turchak’s fur coats were stolen”...I looked and thought: I don’t understand!
He has questions about Thomas,
And he is without fear and without anxiety
He answers them about Yerema,
In “dili-dili” - “trali-vali”:
- We are not lying to you, that we lied before,
And before they lied because
That we didn't lie to anyone!He finished. And, oddly enough,
And people on TV screens,
And journalistic jellied meat,
They said in unison: “Well done!
On the shelves! Exactly! Clearly!
Now even a fool can understand
That we... in short... in general... somewhere,
That there are successes and rockets,
That Brent and Urals are nonsense,
That the course and prices are not a problem,
Georgians rule Ukraine
And those who are against us are brutes!”He got up. I put on my watch. Gone.
- He didn’t find a minute for us! -
The Spanish journalist exclaimed
Sobchak in a prisoner's shirt.
- But he looked at us! -
Sign JE SUIS KAVKAZ
I waved to him with a smile
Elder of the Chechen press.
Everyone started taking selfies with Vova,
But not with “himself”, but with Solovyov,
And myself (in my ear, personally)
Peskov said: “It went great!”Well, in conclusion, people,
I want to remind you of a joke,
What the guarantor said at the beginning:
Have you ever noticed
That the body of a zebra, alas,
Starting from a wondrous head,
No matter how you darn your vest,
It always ended with f*ck...
The main goon of the Russian alcohol-rock scene, the legend of Russian chanson according to the pirates from the underground passages and the leader of the boogie-woogie-ska-booth “Leningrad” - Sergei Shnurov, brought Russian swearing to the level of art, which many Russian classical poets could not achieve.
“Leningrad” is a purely Russian phenomenon, reflecting the underside of the Russian soul, which constantly demands to continue the banquet, when even a sleek intellectual, with his glasses down his nose, can allow himself to let off the clouds of steam that have accumulated during the sedate listening to the moralizing and decent chants of B.G. or Makarevich.
“Our Beach” is all the same funny joke songs that come out in batches from the pen of the talented alcoholic Seryozha, only with a masterfully verified and crystallized design. “Leningrad” gives the listener exactly what the listener expects from the group. The outrageously simple texts, seasoned with a vigorous dose of rollicking frenzy, oddly enough, do not hurt the ears or sting the eyes. “Leningrad” is a rabid, absolutely crazy gypsy, giving odds to all Gogol Bordello combined; music - created specifically for dancing ala Stasik from Mikhalkov’s “Rodney”.
The first track could well replace any road anthem coming from every second truck or gazelle cutting through the broken Russian roads. The second equally catchy road hit is the champion of summer festivals - “Dorozhnaya”, with an unambiguous parting wish to the driver in the chorus. All this is hilarious and stomach-churningly fun, especially in these gloomy times, when cities languish in snow-free grey, and the exchange rate is breaking off more and more numbers on the colorful boards of exchangers day by day.
Meanwhile, the cord produces mocking and topical manifestos like “Patoriotka”, with mocking text:
A lot for your country,
I did it very bravely.
I stopped eating lard
And I watched football myself.
I am clearly a patriot!
I am clearly, very clearly a patriot!
The sharply satirical “Nikola” was written in approximately the same vein with the chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from rock and roll,
Don’t be fooled when you see two new Leningrad discs - “Minced Mince” and “Our Beach”. This is the same material with a difference of three songs, where the meaning does not change by rearranging the places of the terms. Choose any of the two “evils”, you won’t go wrong.
Today Leningrad, without exaggeration, is the best rock band in Russia, as evidenced by the gatherings and venues where they perform. The new album is the same cheerful, reckless revelry, to which the listener usually gives such a hop that the plaster falls off the walls, and the trembling hand of an eighty-year-old pensioner living five floors below hastily dials “02.”
The Ruble project, as time has shown, was not worth a penny, but Leningrad never missed a beat.
Group "Leningrad" lyrics of the song "Saint Nicholas"
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Every little one knows this,
Don't expect any good from them.
Nietzsche, Newton, Andy Warhol,
Foie gras from over the hill.
Pedicure and all that
Steaks, rhinestones, confetti,
They won't leave us alone
Mother of them by the leg.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
These are all delicacies
Not for the Russian mind.
P...s, poetesses
There is no place to brand them.
Modern Art
And busty silicone,
So that they, b...m, would be empty,
From our holy icons.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Bachs, Jobs and Salieri
Tired, no urine.
They would all be to the highest degree,
There would be a response to sanctions.
Toads, oysters, clams,
They eat it themselves and shove it at us,
"Bulava" launches are successful
Let them disturb their comfort.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Saint Nicholas save us from rock and roll,
All Holy Retinue save us from breakbeat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Every little one knows this - don’t expect good from them,
Nietzsche, Newton, Andy Warhol, foie gras from over the hill;
Pedicure and all that, steaks, rhinestones, confetti,
They won’t leave us alone, they’ll grab their mother’s leg.
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
All these delicacies are not for the Russian mind,
*idoras of the poetess - there is no place to label them!
Modern art and busty silicone,
So that they - * lie, it was empty of our Holy icons.
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
I'm tired of Bachs, Jobs and Salieri - I can't help it,
All of them would be the answer to sanctions to the highest degree!
Toads, oysters and mollusks eat them themselves and give them to us.
Let the maces of successful launches disturb their comfort!
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock and Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Amen!
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Every crumb knows it - you do not expect good from them,
Nietzsche, Newton, Andy Warhall, Fuagra from abroad;
Pedicure and all that, steaks, rhinestones, confetti,
They will not leave us alone, their mother for the foot of the hildren.
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
All these delicacies are not for the Russian mind,
* Idorasy poetess - nowhere to put them stigma!
Modern art and busty silicone,
In order for them - * lyadyam, was empty of our Saints icons.
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Bahi, Jobs and Salieri are bored - there is no urine,
They would all to the highest degree would be the answer to the sanctions!
Toads, oysters, mollusks themselves devour and they shove us.
Successful start maces let them break their comfort!
Chorus:
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Saint Nicholas, save us from Rock"n"Roll.
All Holy retinue, save us from the break beat.
Amen!