Swan Lake
Tell me, Trumpeter
Where? Why
We drove our horses
Do not give neither them nor themselves a rest and no sleep?
And what
Such a great, proud Goal
Made us forget about everything?
You say - is fate?
This muddy brook ???
She is not known to me
She is not known to you, nor this land and none of us ...
And what will she write?
Cold hand at the end
And who will save us with you?
Music is everywhere
Violinist
* * *
Tell me, Fiddler
About this life!
We just live with you
And we believe that we have been measured for many years and are still ahead ...
What is it -
Only the prelude, only the vestibule
Some miracle, some great things,
Great Luck ...
And Time is running ...
Cold, cruel God
Here he again winds his watch and echoes in his chest ...
And it remains
Only wait and believe ...
Equator passed ... And where is the Miracle, where?
Happened!
* * *
Tell me, Flutist
What is love?
Is it a cure? Poison?
And why does she deprive us of sleep, to ring a bell in her temples?
Salvation? Sin?
So why do we sin again?
Why do you want to be blind and deaf?
We are sad about Her
And She brings us pain ...
And then he says, laughing
What loves only those who are rich, beautiful, famous ...
And even those
Who is just younger than you ...
And you again count the stars and write your poems ...
Symphony
* * *
Tell us, Conductor
So what is the meaning of being?
Or maybe the essence is simple -
Someone very grown-up and wise gave you this life
And he simply said: "Live!
Here are seven notes for you and they are not good, not bad ...
And you yourself have to find out - what's bad and what's good ...
Minor ... major
This party is just yours ...
So play it Tak
How to play it you can ONLY YOU, put your whole soul into it!
And cry from Love!
And let them tell you - an eccentric! - Write poetry!
Because, maybe, this is What you came to light ... "
Igor Priklonsky
Trio
Woman in the kitchen
Macaroni girl
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