High poetry of Russian rock. Konstantin Kinchev and the Alisa group. "My generation" [eng/rus]

in Music3 years ago (edited)

This is about my generation, who grew up in the USSR during the "stagnation" and ended up at the turning point of the epochs, when "stability" was replaced by socialist "wild capitalism". It was a difficult time, not everyone was able to survive it with dignity, but those who "emerged" hardened in tests and brought up the current "generation" of young people who are capable of solving any problems.


I've known Kostya for about 30 years, somehow I'll write a separate post about how they lived, how they drank, how they could talk about the work of Hermann Hesse all night long, and then shout songs "Chaifa" in the sauna)) ... I mean that Kostya is an amazing person, he is the "Prince of Russian Rock", he reminded me of Mickey Rourke's character from Coppola's "Rumble Fish".

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Kostya is on the stage of my Rock-Arsenal festival. Yekaterinburg, December 1992. Note separately - December, outside minus 20 degrees)) And he in this form (and without a cape) came to the Sports Palace from the hotel (and this is several kilometers). This is again a "separate story")) /Костя на сцене моего фестиваля "Рок-Арсенал". Екатеринбург , декабрь 1992 года. Отмечу отдельно- декабрь, на улице минус 20 градусов)) А он в таком виде пришел во Дворец Спорта из гостиницы (а это несколько километров). Это опять таки "отдельная история"))


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And this is me (in the center) in my office, warming it up in the "folk way" after the speech, surrounded by my employees/А это уже я (в центре) в своем кабинете отогреваю его "народным способом" после выступления, в окружении моих сотрудников))


A rebel on stage and a melancholic philosopher in life, calm. intelligent, decent. One of the best representatives of "My Generation"))


I will post the video in two versions, 1986 and a modern performance of the song. It will be more logical that way. So it will be more clear about "my generation", what we were and what we have become ... At the same time, without changing in essence ...



My Generation
Two thousand of [long] thirteenth moons
[Are] wasted on a ludicrous game,
But light of [a] star that's long gone
[Is] still shining on.
It's so hard for you to believe that
Your path extends just from this wall to this wall.
Tell me:
Have you understood me or not?

[It's] a pity I'm weak as the witness had been weak
Who saw the events on Bald Mount.1
For I can foresee things,
But [I] have no way to predict.
But if you see, all of the sudden,
My eyes behind your window pane,
Know:
I have come to disrupt your sweet dreams. For it is,

It's my generation that keeps mum in the dark,
It's my generation that won't dare to sing,
It's my generation that's feeling the pain,
But yet again puts itself under whip.
It's my generation that always looks down.
It's my generation that's scared of [the] day,
It's my generation that cherishes night,
But next day it gnaws itself. Yeah!

Bright day of blue and green
Came where [the] thunderstorm passed.
It's such a magnificient fete day,
But it seems incomplete without us.
It's so hard to make up your mind, you're so used to
Weigh your odds: to go for or against.
Get this:
I give you but a chance.

Being alive is my only trade,
[Yes], it's defiance, but it's in my blood.
I can read in the clouds the names of all those,
Those who are able to fly.
And if you ever feel the pulse,
Electrical pulse of [the] Greatest [True] Love,
Know:
I have come to help you to rise. For it is,

It's my generation that keeps mum in the dark,
It's my generation that won't dare to sing,
It's my generation that's feeling the pain,
But yet again puts itself under whip.
It's my generation that always looks down.
It's my generation that's scared of [the] day,
It's my generation that cherishes night,
But next day it gnaws itself. Yeah!

Yeah!

Hey!
Generation, respond:
Can you hear us? Can you hear us?
We're here!

Hey, my generation, hey!
Hey, my generation, hey!
Hey, my generation, hey!
We're here!


"Высокая поэзия русского рока". Константин Кинчев и группа "Алиса". "Моё поколение"

Это про моё поколение, выросших в СССР во времена "застоя" и попавших на перелом эпох, когда "стабильность" социалистическая сменилась "диким капитализмом". Это было сложное время, пережить его достойно смогли не все, но те, кто "выплыл", закалились в испытаниях и воспитали уже нынешнее "поколение" молодых людей, которым по плечу решение любых проблем.

С Костей я знаком лет 30 , как нибудь напишу отдельный пост о том, как жили, как пили, как могли ночь напролет "под косячок" рассуждать о творчестве Германна Гессе, а потом в сауне орать песни "Чайфа" ))...Это я к тому, что Костя - человек неординарный, "Принц Русского Рока", мне он напоминал персонаж Микки Рурка из "Бойцовой рыбки" Копполы.

Бунтарь на сцене и меланхоличный философ в жизни, спокойный. интеллигентный, порядочный. Один из лучших представителей "Моего Поколения" ))


Видео я выложу в двух вариантах, 1986 год и современное исполнение сонга. Так будет логичнее. Так будет более понятно про "моё поколение", какими мы были и какими стали...При этом не изменившись по сути своей...


Немного обо мне в этом посте / A little about me in this post : About Time, History, Russian Rock

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просто супер пост!! спасибо за удовольствие!!!!

Не длинно и не коротко! Давай ещё, Никалаич!

Ну опыт же, йопт..Не первый день на БЧ )) Дам ещё , обязательно, "этих историй есть у меня"))

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