The wind blows in all directions. Poems of gratitude to school

INTRODUCTION

In the sixties, the country was covered by a wave of student songs, performed to the accompaniment of simple guitar chords. Especially in Moscow and Leningrad. As soon as the youth got together, a guitar immediately appeared and the songs began. The songs are lyrical, sad, about a wandering geologist, about his difficult personal life, about the taiga, about love lost in the taiga. On weekends, young people flocked by train to the forests of the Moscow region, set up tents, lit fires, took out guitars and began to sing. And she also returned back with guitar songs. In Moscow, at the Palace of Culture of Moscow State University and MIIT, regular student song festivals were held, where Alexander Gorodnitsky, Evgeny Klyachkin, Yuri Vizbor, Novella Matveeva, Alla Ioshpe, Ada Yakusheva and many others performed. Among these many others, I performed with my guitar. And I still have a whole notebook with the lyrics of those songs. After much consideration, I have decided to leave these student songs up to you to enjoy.

And the most amazing thing was that the students did not sing “blatnyak” then. They despised "Blatnyak". Therefore, Vysotsky was unpopular among students of the sixties. “Blatnyak” appeared among students much later.

TAIGA ROMANCE

Like a stupid child
I went for a fairy tale
Golden Nugget
I didn't find it anywhere
There's no one left
Neither friends nor enemies,
My life is lost
Among the eternal snows.

Strong winds are blowing
The blizzard is howling
On basalt cliffs
The taiga is freezing
The nomads are lost
Among the unnamed rivers
Among thousands of trees
I am one person.

At high latitudes
I cry and sing
Forgetting about worries
I drink bitter vodka
There's no one left
No friends, no enemies
My life is lost
Among the eternal snows.
folk song

Water drips quietly - drip-drip.
The wires get wet - drip-drip.
There's trouble outside my window,
Wires get wet
Outside my window there is trouble - drip-drip...

Drops hit the glass - drip-drip.
All the glass was clouded - drip-drip...
It quietly flowed away
My happiness is warm
It flowed away quietly, drip-drip...

The day passes - no problem, drip-drip...
Night comes - no problem, drip-drip...
Between the fingers of the year
They leaked, that's the problem,
Between the fingers of the year - drip-drip...
M. Ancharov

There were silver snowflakes on your eyelashes,

Only wild rocks and a curtain of fog,
Snow on mountain peaks; and in the distance it’s blue,
Far, far away you are, the wonderful city of Odessa,
Where the surf quietly splashes under the gentle sun.

And a well-deserved rest on short breaks.
Packing up our tents, we set off on our route.
And when, dear, the snow falls like a blanket,
We will return to Odessa, to our native institute.

Do you remember the shore of Chukotka, turquoise ice,
We were standing at the side of the Li-2 plane?
We stood and snowflakes rushed past,
A gusty wind blew, cutting off words.
folk song

If a woman leaves you, forget it
That I believed in her constancy,
Fall in love with someone else or hit the road,
Put a knapsack on your shoulders and travel.
You will see the blue lakes in the distance,
You will see country roads and groves,
And you will tremble, looking around the space,
And things will seem easier.
And the look of her black, intoxicating eyes
Will go nowhere - into the unknown,
Just breathe this air just once
And you will sing your song again...

Folk words and melody

He kissed me
And he left along the slopes of the mountains.
On the ledges of gray rocks
I've been watching everything since then.
Spare him on the way
Sprinkling rain, crackling hail.
Don't notice the mountain paths
It's snowing on the peaks!
In the pale twilight of the night
Don't whirl, blizzard, over him -
Let him sleep peacefully
And he will wake up unharmed.
Let him call me
And he glances into the valley,
The path leads him forward
And love calls back.
folk song

The pink glow of the fire dances.
After a hard day, comrades sleep.
Why aren't you among them?

Where are you wandering around the world now?
With a hammer and a backpack on your back?
And which way is it thrown?
Are you our wandering fate?

Maybe you're making your way through the taiga,
Up to the knees stuck in the swamp,
Or you're roasting under the merciless sun
Somewhere in the Turkestan steppe?

Covered with road dust,
Hundreds of miles away from housing,
While I'm passing this anxious night,
Do you remember about me?

Who's with you under the tent now?
Would you like to share your camp rations?
Whose hand will stealthily raise
Is your backpack on a steep climb?

You don't know how often at night I
Moving closer to the fire,
I miss you so much, remembering you,
I sing this sad song.

Here in the taiga there was only spruce and pine trees
Trains sing in the distance.
Here at the station last fall
We have finished the long route.

We didn’t even finish the songs then,
Separating for like five minutes...
Behind which parallels lie
Your difficult route today?

I look at the burning fire -
The pink glow of the fire goes out.
After a hard day, comrades are sleeping...
Why aren't you among them?
folk song

When it's a winter evening
Falls asleep in a quiet sleep,
Icicle wind
It's ringing outside the window,
The moon is slowly
Rising from the snow
And the yellow chicken
It walks across the sky.

And it flows through the windows
Lilac light
lies on the pine needles
Silver snow,
And, like snowflakes,
In the silence of the night
Good dreams
They fly to me.

Oh what do you want
Good dreams?
You tell me
About forest paths,
Where everything is like in a fairy tale,
Where - the fairy tale itself -
Russian beauty
Winter is coming.

But what is it? Cold
Fell to the ground
And the sky went dark
How's the blue crystal? -
It's a yellow chicken
What was walking in the sky,
All the white stars
Like grains, he pecked them.
V.Minin

Carriage after carriage,
With a measured knock on the steel rail.
The echelon is at a special stage
With delivery to taiga areas.

The locomotive is swept away by the snowstorm,
Frosty mold glistens in the windows.
And a gusty wind carried
A sad song from the carriage.
Chorus:

Don't be sad, my love,
Forgive me for the separation.
I'll be back early
My dear.

No matter how severe the sentence may be for me,
I will return to my birthplace,
And, longing for your affection,
I'll knock on the window.

There is a lock on every carriage here,
Two boards instead of a soft bed.
And, wrapped in blue smoke,
Gloomy spruce trees nod to us.
Chorus

Twenty years of labor camps.
And as a gift to the working class
Where there were animal paths,
We will build a taiga route.

Tractors drowned in the snow,
Even the “Stalinist” did not have enough strength.
And then under the blow of an ax
This song sounded in the taiga.
Chorus

K. Belyaev

You are my breath,
My morning you are early.
You and the burning sun
And the rains.
I'm exhausting myself,
I will become the best
On this occasion
Just wait.
On this occasion
Just wait.

Wait, hide yourself,
I will become the most beautiful
I'll become the smartest
And big.
How many years have I been thinking:
"How to catch my star."
And the star is a backpack on his shoulders
And went.
And the star is a backpack on his shoulders
And went.

You are my melody
You are like you and like me.
My beacon at eternity
On the edge.
People will ask again:
"Well, how do you feel about him?"
Then I gave them this song
I'll sing.
Then I gave them this song
I'll sing.

You are my breath,
My morning you are early.
You and the burning sun
And the rains.
I'm exhausting myself,
I will become the best
On this occasion
Just wait.
On this occasion
Just wait.
Ada Yakusheva

Evening wanders along forest paths,
You also love evenings,
Wait a little longer

Wait a little longer
Let's sit with friends by the fire
What's more magical than a soulful song?
And silence in the reflections of the fire,


There are no more wonderful eyes in the world,
They look at me thoughtfully like that.
I see the whole world in anxious eyes
At this hour the shore is steep.


Don't look so carelessly
I might think something wrong.
Following the song the guys will call
To still unknown lands,
And then over the wings of sunset

And then over the wings of sunset
My dream will flash like a bright star.
Ada Yakusheva

We were rocking with you, rocking,
We were swaying in the foggy darkness.
The rocking in the sea begins,
And it ends on the ground.

From Makhachkala to Baku
The waves roll on their sides
And, heaving, the shafts run
From Baku to Makhachkala

We were rocked on airplanes too,
We also got rocked on trains.
The rocking in the sea begins,
And it ends in heaven.

From Makhachkala to Baku
The waves roll on their sides
And, heaving, the shafts run
From Baku to Makhachkala

We rocked in cowboy saddles,
It pumped so hard that my blood ran cold.
We loved proud girls
We were rocked by love.

From Makhachkala to Baku
The waves roll on their sides
And, heaving, the shafts run
From Baku to Makhachkala

Well, and the boat, well, what a boat!
Cheerful people, honest!
We were sick of work,
From side to side and off your feet.

From Makhachkala to Baku
The waves roll on their sides
And, heaving, the shafts run
From Baku to Makhachkala
folk song

All our meetings are, alas, destined to be separated.
The stream near the amber pine is quiet and sad.
The coals of the fire turned to timid ash.
It's all over, it's time to part.
My dear, forest sun,

The wings folded the tents - their flight is over,
The seeker of separations, the airplane, spread its wings.
And the ladder is slowly moving away from the wing...
Indeed, a gulf has opened up between us.
My dear, forest sun,
Where, in what parts will you meet me?

Don't console me - I don't need words.
I would like to find that stream near the amber pine.
Suddenly, through the fog, a piece of fire turns red,
Suddenly, imagine, they are waiting for me by the fire.
My dear, forest sun,
Where, in what parts will you meet me?
Yu. Vizbor

Again the blizzard howled into the darkness
And not a trace is visible in the snow,
And in the dark I cashed with my head
The evening polar star lit up

The Polar Express was calling me with its beeps,
And I said how many days there are in a year.
To avoid getting bored, take it as a souvenir.
And showed you the polar star.

When you pass near the station,
Then maybe you're thinking about her
But it’s not easy and you’re probably too lazy
Look for her in the evening glow of lights

And there, in Moscow, smiles and concerts
And even the sun shines every day.
And blue envelopes are becoming less and less common for me
Reindeer brings through the snow

The blizzard will return many times,
But spring will come here anyway.
And I will say, bring her back.
She is not for you, polar star
folk song

Finally, driver, hit the brakes.


Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.

Once upon a time merchants bawled here,
Moscow was awakened by the winter dawn,
And the bells rang over the snowdrifts -
Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.

The West wanders here, teasing guides,
Collective farmers look at the Metropol,
How reluctant I am to leave you -
Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.

Here is the smoky shore of my youth,
And a haven of meetings, and a port of nightly losses,
Here is the crossroads of one hundred and fifteen seas,
Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.

Finally, driver, press the brake.
You tyrannized us for three hours straight.
Get off, citizens, we've arrived, it's over -
Okhotny Ryad, Okhotny Ryad.
Yu. Vizbor

We are being led somewhere again
And the route is not clear to us,
Apparently the mountains are to blame -
We don’t sit here or here.
Up the hill and along the trails again
With backpacks on their backs.
Only cyclops can carry the load!
- Mom, I want to go home!
Only cyclops can carry the load!
- Mom, I want to go home!

It's still somehow better at home,
Well, here we have to
Wander around the steep slopes all day,
On terrible glaciers.
We'll crawl all the time
Along the main rope
And eat porridge manna,
-Mom, I want to go home!
I don’t want semolina porridge
-Mom, I want to go home!

The slopes are steeper, the clouds are closer,
Stones are falling in a crowd,
Just in case the fireman
We contacted each other.
We are walking through the icefall,
Where, imagine, the path is like this:
If you want to stand, but if you want to fall!
-Mom, I want to go home!
I don't want anything to fall.
Mom, I want to go home!

We are being led somewhere again
I'm carrying a backpack again.
Why do I care, guys?
I'm tired of living like this!
The telegram is ready
Not a single comma in it,
There are only four words in it:
Mom, I want to go home!
Yu. Vizbor

On the Rasvumchorr plateau it’s all snow and snow,
All winter and winter, all the winds are chaos,
Eighteen guys, three weeks of blizzard
we sit at the table, smoke strong tobacco,

In an hour we will climb out onto the roof of Khibiny
And break through the howl, push through the darkness,
Rest your head in the curse of the blizzard.
And while we sit at the plank table,

The senior mechanic - the head of roads - smokes.
In an hour he will fight with the Rasvumchorr plateau,
On the road walking ahead of the tractors.
Because the road of misfortune is full

And the bulldozer needs a man's shoulder,
Because spring doesn't come here,
On the back of the Khibiny, on the Rasvumchorr plateau.
To this day, to this day

We are healthy as hell, we have grub and tobacco,
We are not yet tired of helping our friends out,
We are not yet used to sitting on beans.
Eighteen healthy men are coming,

Bandaged snows, worn by fate,
Eighteen separations, eighteen sorrows,
Eighteen hopes for a blue dawn.
What do you girls dream about in your early morning dreams?

If there is snow and separation, oh, this is not a dream, -
Spring does not come to the Rasvumchorr plateau,
We walk through the blizzard, bringing hope.
Yu. Vizbor

I have you alone - like the moon in the night,
Like a pine tree in the steppe, like spring in the year.

You are the only one I have. Like the moon in the night.
Like a pine tree in the steppe. It's like spring in the year.

There is no other like it across any river.
No beyond the fogs, distant countries.

There are wires in the frost. At dusk of the city.
A star has risen to always shine.

To wake you up in a snowstorm. To make the bed.
To rock my daughter in her cradle all night.

This is the turn that is being made with the river.
You can take away your peace. You can wave your hand.

You can pay off your debts. You can love others.
You can leave completely, just shine, shine.
Yu. Vizbor

One glass, one small,
Pour, pour, pour.
One glass, one small,
What do horses sing?
And I don’t drink! You lie - you drink!
By God no! But there is no God!
So pour the student to the student,
Students also drink wine-o-o,
Wine, wine, wine, wine,
It is given to us for joy!
folk song

You're standing by the window
The firmament is high and bright,
You stand and feel sad
And you don't know why...

Because he again
He walked by and didn't notice
How you love him
How you miss him

You tell me, tell me,
Is there any joy in him alone?
Or just for you
It became cold alone.

Or just warmth
And the girl needs love,
So as not to sing, not to be sad
This first spring.

Everything will pass, everything will pass,
Know that it's late or early
It will become a sweet dream again
This evening is blue.

So don't cry, don't be sad,
Like the “princess of the foolish”,
This is stupid childhood
Says goodbye to you.
V.Markin

The skis are standing by the stove,
The sunset behind the mountain is fading,
The month ends in March,
We'll have to go home soon.

Hello gloomy days,
Goodbye mountain sun
We will forever keep
This region is in your heart.

Accompanies us with you
Mountain handsome Herzog,
Waiting with you
The haze of distant roads.

The circle has ended
Remember, hope, miss.
Blue flags of separation
Old Dombay posted

Why are you standing on the path?
Why don't you want to leave?
We need to finish the song
We need to be less sad.

The trains are screaming from below,
March is really ending
The blue star rises
Somewhere there are avalanches making noise.
Yu. Vizbor

On the Smolensk road there are forests, forests, forests,
On the Smolensk road the pillars are buzzing, buzzing,

Two cold blue stars are looking, looking

On the Smolensk road the snowstorm is blowing and blowing.
Everyone is driving us somewhere, doing things, doing things, doing
The warmth of your lips would be more reliable,
And look around the snow, snow, snow

On the Smolensk road there are forests, forests, forests.
On the Smolensk road the pillars are buzzing and buzzing.
On the Smolensk road, like your eyes,
Two blue crystal stars are looking, looking.
B. Okudzhava

Tired of talking and arguing
And love tired eyes,

The brigantine raises its sails.

Captain, weather-beaten as rocks,
Went out to sea without waiting for the day,
Raise your glasses goodbye
Golden, tart wine.

We drink to the fierce, to those who are different,
For those who despise the comfort of a penny...
Merry Rogers flutters in the wind,
The people of Flint sing a hymn to the seas.

And in battle, and in rage, and in grief,
Just squint your eyes a little...
In the Filibuster far blue sea
The brigantine raises its sails.
P. Kogan

People walk around the world
They seem to need a little:
If only the tent were strong
Yes, the path would not be boring.
But the song breaks out with the smoke,
The guys look away
And the tramp whispers in his sleep,
To someone - Don't forget!

They don't shine in cities
In the manner of aristocrats,
But in sensitive high halls,
Where the noise of bustle has died down,
Suffer in wandering souls
Beethoven sonatas
And the bright songs of Grieg
Overwhelm them

People walk around the world
Their words are sometimes rude,
"Please excuse me"
They say with a grin...
But the sad tenderness of the songs
Caresses dry lips
And the best books
They keep them in backpacks

The old compass has been verified,
Received maps and deadlines,
Happy, who knows
The nagging feeling of the road
The wind tears the horizons
And the dawn blows...
I. Sidorov, G. Cheribreeva.

All the rifts, and the rifts,
I would like to send it to the address
There is no map for this place anymore,
We swim, we swim along the outline.

And somewhere people live in the world,
Friends sitting over vodka...
The wind plays, the wind plays
My leaky "boat"

I won't suffer for long.
I love you until the turn,
And then how it goes

I'll go out to the big river in the morning,
Summer will end in the morning...
And I shouldn’t pretend
That I don’t want to die...

And if there is someone there with you,
I won't suffer for long.
I love you until the turn,
And then how it goes

A. Gorodnitsky

The falling leaves rustle quietly in the wind,
The branches crackle on the fire.
At these hours, when everyone is already asleep,
I remember you
Pensive blue sky,
Rare letters home
In the world of brooding pines
Autumn is quickly changing
Long polar winter.

The snow is swirling over the tent.

Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
Honey, what are you dreaming about?
Along the banks of freezing rivers

Above your Petrograd side
The evening snow is blowing
He will look into your eyes like a mischievous star,
It will fall like snow at your feet.
Touched by thoughtful frost
Braids of your affectionate strands,
And over the boulevards of lines,
According to Leningrad blue
Evening has fallen again

Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
The snow is swirling over the tent.
So our short overnight stay is over,
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
Honey, what are you dreaming about?
Along the banks of freezing rivers
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow...

How long will I keep you in my heart,
The wind sings along the way.
Through blizzards, snow and blizzards
I can't reach you...
Remember, if you have to,
Our parking lights
Swim, where on foot, as necessary,
The song will reach you
Even on bad days.

Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
The snow is swirling over the tent.
So our short overnight stay is over,
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
Honey, what are you dreaming about?
Along the banks of freezing rivers
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow...
A. Gorodnitsky

I remember that Vanino port
And the look of the ship is gloomy,
As we walked along the ladder on board
Into the cold, dark holds.

Fog was falling on the sea,
The elements of the sea roared.
Magadan lay ahead -
The capital of the Kolyma region.

Not a song, but a plaintive cry
It burst out of every chest.
"Farewell forever, mainland!" -
The steamer wheezed and strained.

The prisoners moaned from the rocking,
Hugging like siblings.
And only sometimes from the tongue
Silent curses were broken.

Damn you, Kolyma,
What is called a wonderful planet!
You will inevitably go crazy -
There is no return from there.

Five hundred kilometers - taiga.
There are wild animals in this taiga.
Cars don't go there.
Deer wander, stumbling.

There death made friends with scurvy,
The infirmaries are packed.
In vain this spring
I'm waiting for an answer from my beloved.

She doesn’t write and doesn’t wait,
And through the bright doors of the station,
I know he won’t come to meet you,
As she promised.

Farewell my mother and wife!
Goodbye, dear children.
Know the bitter cup to the bottom
I'll have to drink in the world!
folk song

If I get sick, I won’t go to the doctors.
I’ll turn to my friends, don’t think I’m delusional.
Cover the steppe for me, curtain my windows with fog.
Hang a star that has fallen from the sky at your head.

I walked ahead, I was never known as hard to touch,
If they wound me in a fair and honest fight,
Bandage my head along the Russian forest road,
And cover me with a blanket of autumn flowers

From the seas and from the mountains there is a breath of freshness, a breath of space,
As you look and feel, the guys are alive...
Not on sick leave, friends, I’m leaving you along the corridor,
I am leaving, comrades, through the ever-shining Milky Way.
N. Zablotsky

Unruly blue wave
Everything runs and runs, never ends.
The Black Sea is like a cup of wine
Everything sways on my palms

I keep thinking about one thing, about one thing,
Like a shore of hope that has left.
The Black Sea is like a cup of wine,
I drink in your name, leaning back.

Unchangeable among all seas,
How to say goodbye to you without despair.
The black sea is in the palm of my hand
Like a departing longboat sways
N. Prinev

It's okay that I'm alone
Don't get used to this anymore.
Just to meet the morning dawn
It's hard to remember in bad weather.

Forget how we were together around the fire,
Overtaking the blue night's dregs,
We sat in silence until the morning.
And forget the fire that went out.

Forget how the apple trees bloomed,
Wings of endless flocks of birds,
How, hugging each other, we wandered through the forest...
It's better to never remember.

It's okay that I'm alone
Don't get used to this anymore.
Just to meet the morning dawn
It's hard to remember in bad weather
folk song

Don't look back, don't look
Better rearrange the names.
They sleep in your eyes, the rains sleep
Don't leave them for me.

I don't care, I don't care.
I'll convince myself.
As if everything was decided for us,
It’s as if fate is conjuring everything.

Only you don't believe in fate,
So just throw away the keys.
I'll come through your window
Just don’t scream later...
Yu. Kosarev.

There lived one student at the faculty,
He dreamed of graduate school
About the capital's wife,
About personal career,
But I didn’t get into graduate school.

Since you didn't get into graduate school,
Pack your skinny suitcase.
Kiss mommy, kiss daddy
And take a ticket to Magadan

The path to Magadan is not far,
In six months the train will crawl,
Buy a guitar there, build a shack,
Your life will bloom with flowers

The years of separation will fly by quickly,
Youth will remain in years.
An old engineer with a suitcase full
You will return to Moscow with money

You'll take a taxi to the Metropol,
You will drink vodka and eat sprats.
And when by midnight you become very drunk
Then you will start treating students.

You will cry drunken tears
And read Yesenin’s poems,
Remember the student with brown eyes,
What could I become your friend?
folk song

Over Canada, over Canada the sun is setting low.
I should have fallen asleep a long time ago, but for some reason I can’t sleep.

Fatigue whispers to us to warm up, and love plays tricks.
The April snow teases us, the comfort of home beckons us.
I’m not having fun today, a stranger’s house is not a housewarming party.
Although it looks like fun, it’s still not fun.

You are damp today, there are sun spots in the puddles.
Don’t rush to mourn love, call it back.
Over Canada the sky is blue, between the birches the rains are slanting.
Although it looks like Russia, it’s still not Russia.
A. Gorodnitsky

When the heart is heavy
And it’s cold in the chest,
To the steps of the Hermitage
Come at dusk,
Where without drink and bread,
Forgotten for centuries
Atlanteans hold the sky
On hands of stone.
Atlanteans hold the sky
On hands of stone.

Keep his colossus -
Not honey on the part.
Their backs are tense
The knees are brought together.
Their hard work
More important than other work:
One of them weakens
And the sky will fall.
One of them weakens
And the sky will fall.

Widows will cry in the darkness,
The fields will burn out,
And a purple mushroom will rise,
And the Earth will end.
And the sky year after year
Everything weighs harder
It's shaking from the buzz
Rocket ships.
It trembles from the buzz
Rocket ships.

They are standing, guys,
Chiseled bodies
Once placed
But the change didn’t come.
The daylight does not please them,
They can't sleep at night,
Their beauty with shells
The war is disfiguring.
Their beauty with shells
The war is disfiguring.

They stand forever
Rest your foreheads in trouble,
Not gods - people,
Accustomed to work.
And still live in hope
Until then
Atlanta holds the sky
On hands of stone.
Atlanta holds the sky
On hands of stone.
A. Gorodnitsky

Why are the eyes transparent brown?
golden sadness
don't be sad my dear comrade
it hurts, so be it
Is it autumn if it's reset
first yellow leaf
if the heart asks for so much affection
darling, wake up.

Don't be sad when life seems
it seems lonely
it will definitely turn out
someone needed on the way
and how strange everything will change
no one knows where it will go
what prevented us from hoping
get away from your troubles.

The earth is warmed by red leaves
dying fire
dressed in autumn gold in the forest
I'll come in like a thief
the crowns closed in the blue heights
in a yellow ring
look at your crown
raise your face.

And I’m not spoiled by fate
suddenly you wake up crowned
the kingdom of autumn is priceless
will fall at your feet
and as beautiful as Cinderella
you belong in this gold
and you yourself are like a jewel
at least not dear to yourself.

Shuddering, he will lie on his palms
tiny leaf
don't be afraid, we won't touch you
yellow light
go down somewhere to the side
we'll slow down
where are your brothers and sisters
They rustle among themselves.

In this rustle you will hear
oh how I breathe oh how I breathe
even falling it sways
look at every leaf
is it possible to lose faith
if you love and believe
if you want to hope
if there is so much ahead
E. Klyachkin

Like the sea it's winter all around,
And the wind is fresh, fresh.
Houses float through the winter,
Raising the sails of the floors.

Winter, winter, caravel houses
They go into the snowy fog.
Which one, which one, which one are you on?
My snub-nosed captain.

What should I do - I'm lost
You are sailing through Moscow alone.
Your curl smelled like snow,
And the lips - probably in the spring.

Winter, winter, caravel houses
They go into the snowy fog.
Why, why, why are you alone,
My snub-nosed captain.

And again from the darkness
Your home - your ship has appeared.
Listen, where are you?
At least a cabin boy, or something.

Winter, winter, caravel houses
Going into the snowy fog
Well, take me, well, take me, well, take me,
My snub-nosed captain.

And the city fell asleep long ago,
Only his watchman's dream,
Above the decks of houses
My call signs are circling.

Winter, winter, caravel houses
Going into the snowy fog
Well, where, well, where, well, where are you sailing
My snub-nosed captain.

And who, and who, and who are you waiting for
My snub-nosed captain.
M.Proshin

Only the flock left among the storms and blizzards
One with a broken crane wing.

Covers the fog with a blue haze,
It’s as if they are gathering again into the distance for centuries.


My gray bed is by the big window,
Outside the window the crimson sunset is burning out.

Well, well, well, let it be, but what do I care,
That the crimson sunset will burn out until the morning.
The cranes have flown away, the cranes have flown away,

The cranes have flown away, the cranes have flown away,
Only I, with my broken wing, was forgotten.

The cranes have flown away, the cranes have flown away,
The fields were empty, the winds were blowing,
Only the flock left among the storms and blizzards
One with a broken crane wing.
Only the flock left among the storms and blizzards
One with a broken crane wing.
folk song

If a friend suddenly turns out to be
And not a friend, and not an enemy, but - so,
If you don't understand right away,
Whether he is good or bad -
Pull the guy to the mountains - take a risk!
Don't leave him alone
Let him be in conjunction with you -
There you will understand who he is.

If a guy is in the mountains - no,
If you immediately become limp and go down,
The step stepped onto the glacier and - wilted,
Stumbled - and screamed -
So, next to you is a stranger,
Don't scold him, drive him away:
They don’t take people like that up, and here
They don't sing about people like that.

If he didn’t whine, didn’t whine,
Even though he was gloomy and angry, he walked
And when you fell off the cliffs,
He moaned, but held on,
If he walked with you, it was like going into battle,
At the top stood a drunken one, -
So, as for yourself,
Rely on him.
V.Vysotsky

The piledriver pulley is spinning and spinning,
I go down to the mine with the night shift,
“Self-rescuer” knocks on the side,
Throat itching from dust and sweat

I took a shovel, a pick and an axe,
I'll sleep until the combine operator comes,
The lava is collapsing and the pillars are cracking,
My hair stands on end.....

The battery drains like "****b"
It's dark in the watch room, you can't see anything,
You can’t tell people from “****s” here
The black man's ass is even lighter

Suddenly there is a sound of “fuck” your mother,
How long will you lie there like a bitch?
Why the hell do I need a worker like that?
He doesn’t move a hand or a foot!

Mom, mom, why did you give birth?
It would be better if you were “in one piece” until the grave!
There are no more unhappy people in the world
Apart from miners and other "****s"
folk song

Damp heaviness in boots,
Dew on the carbine.
All around is taiga, all around is taiga
And we're in the middle

Don't wait for a letter, don't wait for a letter, -
The roads are empty:
It's raining, it's raining
Fourth week.

And ten years, and twenty years,
And there is no end.
Deer trail, bear trail
It winds along the shore.

The damp weight of the boot,
Dew on the carbine,
All around is taiga, just taiga,
And we're in the middle
V.Zimin

When I can’t overcome adversity,
When despair sets in
I get on the blue trolleybus on the go,
The last one, random.

Midnight trolleybus rushing through the streets,
Circling along the boulevards,
To pick up everyone who suffered in the night
Wreck, wreck!

Midnight trolleybus, open the door for me!
I know how in the chilly midnight
Your passengers - your sailors -
They come to help.

I got away from trouble with them more than once,
I touched them with my shoulders...
How much kindness, imagine?
In silence, in silence.

A midnight trolleybus floats through Moscow,
Moscow, like a river, is dying out...
And the pain that pounded like a bird in my temple,
It subsides, it subsides.
B. Okudzhava

It's raining today, I'll go for a walk on the rooftops,
Rampant, rinse the panels.
The pipes rattle and hear nothing,
Don't give in to anyone for anything.

I am the rain today, I will be the bravest,
I will be the strongest, by myself.
Multi-colored - blue, yellow, white,
I'll spread out like a rainbow over the river.

It's raining today and I'll catch her,
I'll kiss the golden strand.
I want - all the way to the tram
I will press the dress tightly.

It’s raining today, I’ll walk with a roller gait,
I'll stop, I'll get tired.
... And the next morning fresh violets
Someone will put it on her bed.
N. Nikitin

The conductor is in no hurry, the conductor understands

You look into my eyes and shake my hand,
I'll leave for a year, or maybe two,

One more call and I'm leaving,
Or maybe you'll lose your friend forever,
One more call and I'm leaving.

The last: “I’m sorry!” flies from your beloved lips,
In your big eyes: anxiety and sadness,

And the train will fly off into the lilac distance,
One more call, and the noise of the station will stop,
And the train will fly off into the lilac distance.

A lilac fog floats above us,
The midnight star is burning above the vestibule,
The conductor is in no hurry, the conductor understands
That I say goodbye to the girl forever,
The conductor is in no hurry, the conductor understands
That I say goodbye to the girl forever.
V.Markin

In the hollows there is snow, layered like mica,
Freckled from falling drops.
Look! - the stream broke the ice shell
And again he hid as if guilty.

He wanted to steal something from the shore,
He already extended the stream like a hand, -
A piece of bark, a needle - anything,
That the first search will moderate the torment...

The flowing cut of the stump turns red,
The rays in the branches weave their baskets,
The forest breathes freely through the nostrils of moss,
Ice on the water is no thicker than a spider's web.

I broke the ice of the stream with a twig:
Take spring, stream, it is yours!
N. Matveeva

Joy is given to the rude,
Sorrow is given to the tender.
I need nothing,
I don't feel sorry for anyone.

I feel sorry for myself a little
I feel sorry for the homeless dogs
This straight road
She took me to a tavern.

Why are you swearing, devils?
Or am I not the son of the country?
Each of us laid
For a glass of your pants.

I look dully at the windows,
There is longing and heat in the heart.
Rolls, getting wet in the sun,
The street is in front of me.

There is a snotty boy on the street.
The air is toasty and dry.
The boy is so happy
And picks his nose.

Pick, pick, my dear,
Stick your whole finger in there
Only with this power
Don't meddle in your soul.

I'm ready... I'm timid...
Look at the army of bottles!
I collect traffic jams -
Shut up my soul.
S. Yesenin

I know it's funny
Look for the answer in your eyes,
To eyes that don't care
Am I nearby or not...

The eyes sparkle mischievously...
Then... they look angrily...
They are quietly sad...
About someone not forgotten...

And now we are left alone
And there are no guys around.
In your tender gaze
I don't see myself...

But I'll wait for such a day...
And the belief in that is strong.
You won't be able to live without me,
You can’t... In the meantime

The eyes sparkle mischievously...
Then... they look angrily...
They are quietly sad...
About someone not forgotten...
L.Rozanova

All our meetings are, alas, destined to be separated,
The stream near the amber pine is quiet and sad,
The coals of the fire were covered with timid ashes,
So it’s all over - it’s time to say goodbye.

Chorus:
My dear, forest sun,
Where, in what regions
Will you meet me?

The wings folded the tents - their flight is over,
The seeker of separations, the airplane, spread its wings,
And the ladder slowly moves away from the wing,
There really is an abyss between us.
Chorus.

Don't console me, I don't need words,
I would like to find that stream near the amber pine tree,
Suddenly, through the fog, a piece of fire glows red,
Suddenly they are waiting for me by the fire, imagine!
Chorus.

Yu. Vizbor

Trees, you are my trees,
Oh, you are in my tree grove.
Why should you bend your head to grieve?
Till trouble, for now
your tents are noisy,

Tower, tower, tower.
Till trouble, for now
your tents are noisy,
Tower, tower, tower.

I worry and always languish
swaying earthly breath.
Every day it’s spring,
every night there is no sleep.
Green, green, green.

I would like to rush into your forests.
Escape from the fate of the wheel.
Where inside your crowns
everything is raspberry ringing.
Voices, voices, voices.

They say it's like grass in the wind,
my head will not droop.
I would be happy to believe that
what are they talking about
But words, all words, are just words.

Trees, you are my trees.
They wouldn't chop you down for firewood.
The stumps wouldn't turn black
like days gone by.
Trees, you are my trees.

Drunk at the oak table
they will remember you with bad wine.
And how will they start pumping,
let them begin to call names
Axe, axe, axe.

Evgeniy Bachurin

Ah, field, field, field, ah, field, field, field
And what grows in the field? - Just grass, no more,
And what grows in the field? - Just grass, nothing more.

And what whistles over the field. And what whistles over the field.
Bullets whistle over the field, shells still whistle.

And who is walking across the field? And who is walking across the field?
People and military detachments are walking across the field.

They shine in the sun with faceted bayonets,
Then they will press against the field with cold bayonets.

And then what happens on the field? And then what happens on the field?
Just grass, nothing more. Just grass, no more

David Samoilov

PS The songs are taken from my archive. In those days when the whole country sang them, there could be no talk about the authorship of the songs. Nowadays they are practically not sung. If anyone knows the authors of some songs, please indicate.

Lyrics from the collection “Float Our Song!” MPEI, 1959 / Comp. Sokolov D., Blagonadezhin V., Ilyin I. et al.

Processing a scanned copy of the DAC library - Nina Ignatova April 19, 2009

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ANTHEM OF THE DEMOCRATIC

YOUTH OF THE WORLD

Words by L. Oshanin Music by A. Novikov

Children of different nations

We live the dream of peace.

In these terrible years

We are going to fight for happiness.

In different lands and countries,

On the seas, oceans,

Everyone who is young

Give us your hands

Join our ranks, friends!

The youth sings a song of friendship,

Youth, youth.

You won't kill, you won't kill!

To us young people

Echoes that song

The whole globe!

You can’t strangle this song, you can’t kill it!

You won't kill me! You won't kill me!

We remember the roar of metal

And friends' fighting names.

Blood of the righteous, scarlet

Our friendship is sealed forever.

Everyone who is honest at heart,

We invite you to follow us.

Happiness of nations

Bright tomorrow

In our hands, friends!

Young at heart

We repeat the oaths of the word.

We raise the banner

For our sacred rights!

Black forces again

They dig graves for the world -

Everyone who is honest

Stand with us together

Against the fire of war!

MARCH OF THE MERRY GUYS

Words by V. Lebedev-Kumach

Music by I. Dunaevsky

The heart is light from the cheerful song,

She never lets you get bored

And they love the song of the village and village,

And big cities love the song.

Step forward, Komsomol tribe,

Jokes and sings to make smiles bloom.

We conquer space and time

We are the young owners of the land.

She is like a friend, calling and leading.

And the one who walks through life singing,

He will never disappear anywhere.

We will get everything, understand and discover:

Cold pole and blue vault!

When the country orders you to be a hero,

With us, anyone becomes a hero.

The song helps us build and live,

She is like a friend, calling and leading.

And the one who walks through life singing,

He will never disappear anywhere.

We can sing and laugh like children

Among persistent struggle and labor.

We will overcome all obstacles in the world.

And we will not give up anywhere and never.

The song helps us live and love,

She is like a friend, calling and leading.

And the one who walks through life singing,

He will never disappear anywhere.

And if the enemy is our joy alive

He wants to take it away in a stubborn battle,

Then we will sing a battle song

And let us stand with our breasts for our Motherland.

The song helps us build and live,

She, like a friend, leads us to victory,

And the one who walks through life singing,

He will never disappear anywhere.

YOUNG GUARD

Words by A. Bezymensky

Forward, towards the dawn,

Comrades, in the fight

Bayonet and grapeshot

Let's pave the way for ourselves.

Bolder forward and firmer step,

And higher is the youth banner!

We are the young guard

Workers and peasants!

After all, we experienced it ourselves

We are forced labor;

We didn't know our youth

In the snares of slave fetters.

We wore a chain on our souls -

Legacy of impenetrable darkness.

We are the young guard

Workers and peasants!

And, sweating profusely,

Becoming our own at the forges,

We created by work

Wealth for others.

But this work, in the end,

He forged fighters out of us.

Us - the young guard

Workers and peasants!

We raise the banner

Comrades, here!

Come build with us

Republic of Labor.

So that labor becomes the ruler of the world

And he welded everyone into one family, -

To battle, young guard

Workers and peasants!

WE ARE SMITHS

Words by F. S. Shkulev

We are blacksmiths, and our spirit is young,

We forge the keys of happiness,

Rise higher, our heavy hammer,

Knock harder on the steel chest,

Knock, knock!

We are forging a bright path for the people,

We forge happiness for the Motherland...

And for the desired freedom

We have all fought and will die,

We'll die, we'll die!

We are the blacksmiths of a working country,

We only want the best

And it’s not for nothing that we waste our energy,

No wonder we knock with a hammer,

Let's knock, knock!

And after every blow

The darkness is thinning, the oppression is weakening,

And in cities around the globe

The exhausted people rise up,

He gets up, he gets up!

BEHIND THE FACTORY OUTPUT

(Song from the movie “They Were First”)

Behind the factory outpost,

Where are the sunsets in smoke?

Once upon a time there lived a curly-haired boy,

He's seventeen years old...

About spring dawns

That boy dreamed

He saw little light

I haven't heard any kind words.

He knew bitterly,

I knew joyless work.

Lived on a quiet street

Where they get up with beeps...

The guy really wanted

Happiness is to be found here.

For work

He left to fight...

Next to the faithful girl

He was quiet and timid,

Her first love

I couldn't explain

And she didn't have time

Even say words...

For work

He left to fight.

But, cut by a saber,

He fell to the ground

I gave her every drop of blood,

In parting he said: -

I'm dying, but soon

Our sun will rise...

Walked the boy at that time

Eighteenth year.

PARTING

Words by M. Isakovsky

Music by Dm. and Dan. Pokrass

The order was given: he should go west,

She's in the other direction...

Komsomol members left

To the civil war.

They left, separated,

We left the quiet region.

- Do you want anything for me, dear?

Wish you goodbye.

And the native answered:

- I wish with all my heart, -

If death, then instantaneous,

If the wound is small.

And I wish you the most

I am for you, my comrade,

So that with a quick victory

You returned home.

He shook his friend's hand

He looked into the girl's face:

-And I also ask you -

Write me a letter.

-But where will I write?

-How can I find out your path?

“It’s all the same,” he said quietly, “

-Write... somewhere!

The order was given: he should go west,

She's in the other direction...

Komsomol members left

To the civil war.

THERE, ALONG ALONG THE RIVER...

Words by N. Kool

There, far away across the river,

The lights came on

The dawn was fading in the clear sky.

Hundreds of young fighters

From Budenovsky troops

She rode into the fields for reconnaissance.

They drove for a long time

In the silence of the night

Across the wide Ukrainian steppe,

Suddenly, in the distance by the river

The bayonets flashed -

These are White Guard chains.

And without fear the squad

Jumped towards the enemy

A bloody battle ensued.

And the fighter is young

Suddenly he lowered his head -

The Komsomol heart is broken.

He fell near his feet

black horse

And he closed his brown eyes.

- You, black horse,

Tell me, dear,

That I honestly died for the workers!

There, far away across the river,

The lights have gone out

The dawn was burning in the clear sky,

Thick blood drops

From the breast of the young

They ran onto the green grass.

Words by Ya. Shvedov Music by V. Bely

Little eaglet, little eaglet, fly higher than the sun

And look at the steppes from the heights.

The cheerful boys fell silent forever,

I was the only one left alive.

Little eaglet, little eaglet, show off your plumage,

Outshine the white light with yourself.

I don't want to think about death, believe me,

At sixteen boyish years.

Eaglet, eaglet, explosive grenade

The soldiers were shallow from the hill.

I was called the little eagle in the squad,

Enemies are called eagle.

Little eagle, little eagle, my faithful comrade,

You see that I survived.

Fly to the village, tell your dear one,

How their son was led to execution.

Little eaglet, little eaglet, winged comrade,

Feather grass steppes are on fire.

Komsomol eaglets rush to the rescue,

And life will return to me.

Little eaglet, little eaglet, the echelons are coming,

Victory by struggle is decided.

In power the eagle eagles millions,

And the country is proud of us.

RED NAVY SONG

Words by Y. Danziger and D. Dolev

Music by M. Blanter

The anchor is raised. Scarlet pennant

Splashing on the flagpole.

The Red Navy man is a strong fellow

It's a long flight.

On the native board of the battleship

The masts look into the sky.

-I'll be back, girlfriend, soon,

Don't be sad, don't cry...

How we said goodbye in Kronstadt,

The chain rattled

You stood in a white dress

And she waved her handkerchief.

I'm in a postcard from Sydney

I'll write two lines:

—The southern sky is blue

Your eyes are flowers...

Having traveled five-sixths of the world

According to various countries,

We have seen all the constellations

Shine over the ocean.

But everything, everything is more expensive

I'm one sixth!

What can compare with you,

Native side?!

LOVE FOREVER

The ships went on their blue dear way,

The native land is close.

Hovered freely over the evening wave

A simple sailor's song:

“It’s so good, having finished the journey,

The fire of the native lighthouse burns in the distance,

The gentle surf roars.

Will soon press itself against the sailor's heart again.

A sailor's true love.

How good it is to finish the journey

Look into your beloved's eyes again.

Let the sailor travel the whole world,

Friendly with squally winds.

Only about one, which is not more beautiful in the world,

The sailor's soul sings:

“It’s so good, having finished the journey,

Look into the eyes of your beloved again!”

SONG OF OLD KOMSOMOL MEMBERS

Words by A. Dostal Music by K. Molchanov

Remembering past trips

And the lights of bivouac fires

Komsomol members of the twentieth year,

Komsomol members of the thirties.

Stops, farewells, trains,

And bursts of fire ahead,

A handful of shag and octam bread,

Yes, a warm heart in my chest!

The past years will not fade,

Everything that happened before our eyes:

As if in a fairy tale, factories stood up,

Cities grew in forests.

Under the rain, under the cement dust,

Wading through the taiga in the darkness,

We made this fairy tale come true,

To find happiness on earth.

Over the steppes in the moonlight,

Wires hum over the forests...

Komsomol glorious youth,

You will remain in our hearts forever!

Remembering past trips

And the lights of bivouac fires

Komsomol members of the twentieth year,

Komsomol members of the thirties.

MARCH OF ENTHUSIASTS

Words by A. D. Aktil Music by I. Dunaevsky

In the everyday life of great construction projects,

In a cheerful roar, in lights and ringing,

Hello, country of heroes,

Country of dreamers, country of scientists!

You are in the steppe, you are in the forest,

You are to the tropics, you are to the pole

She lay down, dear, boundless,

My indestructible!

We have no barriers either at sea or on land,

We are not afraid of either ice or clouds.

The flame of your soul, the banner of your country

We will carry you through worlds and centuries!

Should we stand still?

We are always right in our daring.

Difficulty is a matter of honor,

There is a matter of valor and a feat of glory.

Are you leaning towards the machine?

Are you cutting into a rock?

A beautiful dream, still unclear,

Already calling you forward.

Our world was created for glory,

Over the years, the work of centuries has been done.

We take happiness by right

And we love it hot and eat like children.

And our stars are scarlet

Unprecedented sparkles

Over all countries, over oceans

A dream come true.

(Student song)

If this happens -

You will meet a friend in life,

With whom we lived, we did not grieve,

Fellow countryman,

Then over a good glass

You won't notice the night

The old days will come out

That night from afar.

Beloved land, dear home,

Where youth walked a unique path

Where they made dates at the rowan tree,

Where they secretly smoked in a ravine near the rivers:

Let our meeting not last forever,

But I know our friendship is endless

And we will meet, even though different paths are planned

Because you and I are fellow countrymen.

Let the years pass

And the temples turn grey,

There are many more on the roads

You and I should walk.

You and I are leaving

On weekdays, combat

To meet

And remember again.

SAD WILLOWS

Words by A. Zharov Music by M. Blanter

Sad willows leaned towards the pond,

The moon floats over the water.

There, at the border, I stood on duty

At night the fighter is young.

On a terrible night he did not sleep, did not doze,

He guarded his native land.

In the thicket of the forest he heard footsteps

And he lay down with a machine gun.

Black shadows grew in the fog,

The cloud in the sky is dark...

The first shell exploded in the distance,

This is how the war began.

It's hard for a fighter to stand alone,

It's difficult to repel an attack.

So at dawn he had to

Put your head down honestly.

Sad willows stand by the pond,

The moon looks down from above.

Water whispers to the sleepy shore

The name of the country's hero.

Along with victory, calm days

Returned to these lands...

At night, lights on a quiet outpost

Friends are lighting up again.

IN ZEMLYANKA

Words by A. Surkov Music by K. Listov

The fire is beating in the small stove,

There is resin on the logs, like a tear.

And the accordion sings to me in the dugout

About your smile and eyes.

The bushes whispered to me about you

In snow-white fields near Moscow

I want you to hear

You're far, far away now

Between us there is snow and snow.

It's not easy for me to reach you,

And there are four steps to death.

Sing, harmonica, in spite of the blizzard,

Call lost happiness

I feel warm in a cold dugout

From my unquenchable love.

WE ARE WAITING FOR WINGED LETTERS FROM HOME

(Student song)

We are waiting for winged letters from home,

Remembering the girls I know.

It's okay that you and I are soldiers,

They've gone far from home now.

We are not looking for silence in battles

And we don’t ask for rest on the march, -

They grew a little older during the war.

Our bright-eyed friends

They probably don’t sleep that night either.

It's okay that you and I are apart -

The meeting will be even more valuable to us.

The sky will be blue again.

Will! There will be carousels in the parks again. They will!

It's nothing that you and I, buddy,

They didn’t have time to get married before the war.

The gymnasts are wet with sweat,

Boots are full of road dust...

Even though you and I have gone far from home,

But we haven't forgotten our friends.

I WILL PICK ALL THE FLOWERS

( Song from the movie “Three Came Out of the Forest”)

I’ll collect all the flowers for you alone -

White color, scarlet color, blue-blue.

A young dawn broke out in the distance.

Without paths, without roads, we went to battle.

As soon as dawn rises, battle will immediately break out.

There is no fear, there is no death - because love is with me.

Is it possible, friends, to drown out the lead?

The chime, the beating of our two hearts?

BARBERRY BUSH

(Student song)

I won't forget that valley:

Stacked mound of stones

And an ice ax in the middle

Stuck in by the hands of friends.

The wind gently sways,

The barberry bush is oppressed.

The guy fell asleep and couldn't hear

Songs of spiritual sadness.

The path winds like a ribbon,

A mountain river gurgles...

Who will return to that valley?

He will always visit the hill.

Beyond the distant pass

Cannon thunder is heard -

High up there behind the ridges

Others fight with the enemy.

And at a moment's rest

Fire flickers in the rocks;

A quiet song about a friend

An accordion is playing somewhere.

WIDE ROAD

(Student song)

Through the forests of thick, muddy snow,

The soldiers walked west in the footsteps of the enemy,

We walked under the roar of guns, in smoke and fire,

They walked day and night, forgetting about sleep.

We have a little time left to walk, a little,

She can be seen in the distance -

Wide road -

Native side.

And he was the first to rush into the rain of fire

A young intelligence officer, a fighting guy.

Death bypasses him, the bullet does not take him,

And when he arrived, he did not recognize the village -

The mother's house was burned to the ground,

Black smoke from fires obscures the light...

Where are you, where are you, mom? But there is no answer.

The blizzard sweeps away long paths,

The guy can't find the girl he loves...

A hot tear rolls down my cheek.

Where are you brown braids, blue eyes?

Chorus.

There is, comrade, a street

In the city alone.

And on this street

There is a familiar house

With blue shutters

With bird cherry in the garden,

With a girl - different

I won't find it anywhere.

In that garden we said goodbye,

Don't forget that day.

The bird cherry blossomed

The lilac has bloomed.

Many miles have been traveled,

Many winters have passed.

If you love well,

It's not hard to wait.

I will return with victory,

The thunder of the guns will fall silent.

I'll find that street

And I will enter that house

With blue shutters

With bird cherry in the garden,

With a girl - different

I won't find it anywhere.

BAKSANSKAYA

(Student song)

Where the paths are covered with snow,

Where the menacing avalanches make noise,

This song is often sung

Climbers combat squad.

The mountains became our family in battles,

Fogs and snowstorms are not scary.

The order was given - it didn’t take long to get ready

On reconnaissance into the enemy's lair.

Do you remember, comrade, white snow,

The slender forest of Baksan, the enemy's dugouts?

Do you remember the grenade and the note in it?

On a rocky ridge for days to come?

The branches on the fire crackled in the smoke,

Strong tea was steaming in the pot.

You came tired from reconnaissance,

He drank a lot and was silent just as much.

With blue frozen hands

I wiped the sweaty machine gun,

Sighing heavily at times,

Head leaning back.

Do you remember, comrade, the howl of the night snowstorm?

Do you remember how our enemies shouted in our faces?

Do you remember how the machine gun responded with a roar?

Do you remember how you and I returned to the detachment?

Where squalls rage day and night,

Where the peaks are formidable in the snow,

We covered the passes with our breasts

And we didn’t give an inch to the enemy.

The hour will come - with a decisive blow

The people will go into battle for the last time.

And then we will say that it is not without reason

We fought to the death for the Caucasus.

The past time will fly by like smoke,

Traces of the past will be dispelled in memory,

But we must not forget these terrible days.

We keep them sacred in our memory.

EVENING DAWN

Words by A. Golikov (MPEI)

I'm a little sad

I'm standing in my overcoat

And I look through the darkness at the distant lights.

Somehow they flew by quickly and unnoticed

Youth is not an easy fighting day.

The horizons are expansive,

Barracks and dugouts -

Everything involuntarily comes up again in my memory

When you hear the march “Farewell of the Slav” -

Where is this Slav, where is her love?

The grass rustles

The bugler plays the dawn,

Thousands fell silent in close formation.

Many people probably also remember

Your past and your homeland.

The sound of the trumpet died down,

People shook themselves out of their thoughts,

Familiar words of command were heard.

The song began to move, as if from one breast,

Longing for heaven, soulful and strong.

Sadness has scattered

Sorrows are cast aside.

Called to serve - don't grieve.

We met the enemy with courage in battle more than once -

We will always be able to stand up for the people.

ORDINARY RUSSIAN PERSON

(Student song)

Once we stood at the station for a long time,

It’s like we’re in a fairy tale or a dream:

Ticket office in a darkened hall

Someone was singing quietly to the accordion.

And when Nadir's aria fell silent,

We asked who he is, this fellow,

— This very young fighter sang.

An ordinary Russian person,

What millions we have in the Union,

An ordinary Russian person,

He is wearing simple soldier's shoulder straps.

An ordinary Russian person,

In love with your country, like with a girl,

An ordinary Russian person,

A lover of singing, a restless joker.

To the headquarters of the Soviet unit, greedy for sensations,

A prominent journalist arrived from Chicago.

He was looking for stories, themes for illustrations,

This is what he wrote down on the last sheet:

Who broke into the Reichstag building first?

Who is this knight, this miracle giant?

And the colonel said to the resident of Chicago:

- Just write down that you entered Berlin

To the victory parade in the shine of Russian steel

Regiments of heroes were marching - the glory of all times.

People trampled on the Kremlin wall

Two hundred pieces of fascist abandoned banners.

Vienna, Prague, Bucharest sleep peacefully.

Who brought happiness and freedom to the peoples,

Who lit the light of new life in Europe?

Muscovites

Words by E. Vinokurov Music by A, Eshpaya

In the fields beyond the sleepy Vistula

Serezhka and Malaya Bronnaya lie in the damp ground

And Vitka and Mokhovaya.

And somewhere in a crowded world

Which year in a row

Alone in an empty apartment

Their mothers don't sleep.

The light of the lamp is inflamed

Burning over Moscow

In the window on Malaya Bronnaya,

In the window on Mokhovaya.

Friends won't get up. In District.

The movie goes on without them;

Girls, their friends,

Everyone has been married for a long time.

But the saved world remembers,

Eternal world, living world

Earring with Malaya Bronnaya

And Vitka and Mokhova.

SONG ABOUT A FRIEND

Words by S. Grebennikov and N. Dobronravov

Music by A. Pakhmutov

I remember the morning of a gray autumn day...

The sky is clouded with thunderstorms from the front...

I was wounded, and from the battlefield I

My faithful fighting friend took it out.

I sing this song about fidelity,

I will forever keep friendship in my heart...

Like a song has cherished words,

So in life there are cherished friends.

Once upon a time along the spurs of a sandy ridge

Builders walked in clouds of sand,

And when I have no water left,

My friend gave me his two sips.

I probably would have lived my life differently,

And I would probably become different,

If I didn’t value friendship like life on earth,

If only I didn’t know the word “comrade”...

ANTHEM OF THE INTERNATIONAL UNION

STUDENTS

Words by L. Oshanin Music by V. Muradeli

The students' song flies over the world,

We give our hand to our young friends.

Clear skies and bright sun

We won’t let smoke cover the fires.

The will of friends, true friends,

Atomic bomb and guns are stronger!

Full of faith, strong of friendship,

Our youth is faithful to the struggle for peace!

Full of light, strong in friendship,

Fortunately, we have only one road!

Anyone who persistently wants to learn,

Gain knowledge through hard work and struggle!

We are for science that strives for peace,

Fortunately, the people are leading the way.

In the fire of battle we became friends

We remember the land in blood and ash.

Stand up, students, for the main exam:

Fight steadfastly for peace on earth!

IF THERE WERE GUYS IN THE WHOLE EARTH

Words by E. Dolmatovsky

Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy

If only the boys of the whole earth

We could get together one day,

It would be fun in a company like this,

And the future is just around the corner.

Guys, guys, it's within our power -

Protect the earth from fire.

We are for peace and friendship,

For the smiles of the dear ones,

For the cordiality of the meetings!

If only the boys of the whole earth

The choir would start a song,

That would be great, that would be thunder!

Let's sing together, guys!

If only the boys of the whole earth

They took their oath to the world,

It would be a joy to live in the world then!

Let's be friends forever, guys!

RUSSIA IS MY HOMELAND!

Words by V. Kharitonov Music by V. Muradeli

When I walk near Moscow,

Where the grass smells like mint,

Nature whispers to me with love

Your welcoming words.

A strip of dawn in the distance

Burns with an autumn flame.

My friend birch

He says to me quietly, quietly:

Russia, Russia,

Native free lands,

Russia, Russia,

Russia is my homeland!

When sometimes I sail along the Volga,

And the seagull flutters behind the stern,

I look, I look at the shore for a long time

He doesn't break up with me.

I wave my hand welcomingly,

And the shore is nearby,

And someone is late over the river

Russia, Russia,

Native free lands,

Russia, Russia,

Russia is my homeland!

When the Moscow train takes me

Takes you to distant places

Bread bows to my waist,

How good are you, Russia!

I look around and hear in my heart

My soul sings, sings:

Russia, Russia,

Native free lands,

Russia, Russia,

Russia is my homeland!

Komsomol members

Words by P. Gradov Music by V. Muradeli

These brave, perky young people

He built the city of youth in the centuries-old taiga,

And in the harsh years of struggle and adversity

He volunteered for a military campaign.

If in your young heart

The Komsomolsky flame is burning,

Come with us -

Waiting for you ahead

The joy of difficult roads!

East and west, north and south

We are ready to go, comrade and friend.

The people entrusted us with the future to build,

Restless youth leads on the road.

Yesterday we woke up virgin soil in the steppe

And we are ready to fly to the moon even tomorrow.

And we know that such a time will come,

We will not yield this flight to anyone.

STUDENT SONG

Words by A. Kovalenkov Music by T. Khrennikov

The wind blows young in all regions.

Goodbye, school bench!

The road promises us

There are many fun meetings

New friends meet us.

Don't be sad, don't be sad

Sing a song, sing a song,

Sing a song - life is good, my friend!

Do you hear, he says to the heart: -

The space is open ahead! —

The winged wind travels.

Happiness, glory, exploits - everything is ahead:

Fighting youth is on the way.

Wishes will come true

Minutes of parting

We will find everything you want to find.

We will light cheerful fires in the taiga,

Let's walk along untrodden paths,

We will reveal the secrets of the mountains,

Let's build cities

We will build new roads!

TRACK ROAD

Words by A. Fatyanov

Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy

What are the winds to us?

What do we care about showers and fogs?

Toward the bright goal

We strive tirelessly.

Where the roads will run

Our courage and work

People will remember you with a kind word.

Dawn rises

The road leads into the distance

The earth is blooming all around,

The rivers sparkle.

And the heart is waiting

Well, where are you, my

Necessary

Love forever.

They run, miles flash by.

Well, where is that crossroads?

Where is waiting for me

Where mine is waiting for me

Necessary

Love forever.

If only I knew

Where will we meet our love?

To a distant land we

We would fly like the wind.

May the road be long

Far and difficult

There will be a meeting with her for sure.

Apparently, all of us

Always be, friends, in anxiety, -

Who knows

Where two roads meet

Two roads, two ways,

So that we can find each other,

To walk side by side together.

NEW RESIDENTS ARE COMING

Words by N. Solokhina Music by E. Rodygin

Homeland open spaces, mountains and valleys,

The winter forest dressed in silver is sad.

New settlers are traveling across virgin land,

A young song flies far.

Oh, it's a frosty winter,

Clear star night!

Will I see soon

My beloved in the steppe region?

The road winds and winds long.

Hello, virgin land,

Hello, the space is wide,

Meet your spring and youth!

We will remember the blizzards and frosts for a long time,

These days and nights are not easily forgotten.

State farms grew in endless fields,

I will only be a little sad without you.

You will come to me in early spring,

The young housewife goes straight to her new home.

With a blue dawn, rich virgin soil,

We'll drive the tractor next to you!

FLOWER, SIBERIA!

Words by E. Jodkovsky Music by V. Muradeli

Breathes of freshness

Siberian night,

Friends gathered at

You are forever to us

Became close

Majestic

Your dear home

Near the Moscow River

We left

forever,

So that here in the taiga,

Factories stood up

New ones have risen

Everything is dear to me

In a new city

Where did the look see

sweet eyes.

I grew up here

Our youth

Here we have love

was born.

Doesn't scare us

Bad weather,

We won't freeze

behind the wheel.

Blossom, Siberia,

Our Motherland,

The one who is the mother

we are calling!

We can't be led astray

Steep paths,

We will pass any

Dal Siberian

Our land

Our dear Ilyich

No, we are with Siberia

Let's not part,

Faith, youth

In golden lights

Hydroelectric power stations

Let the dream live

SIBERIA EASTERN

Words by R. Kazakova

Music by V. Blagonadezhin (MPEI)

Along these clearings,

Simple autumn,

Wild winds are blowing.

I don't know for sure

Eastern Siberia,

Are you like this yesterday?

But I just think:

Your gloomy

Plain Russian beauty

Born from time immemorial

Having stood for centuries,

Like these ancient forests.

Like these blue ones

In the autumn frost

Lakes and river banks,

Like yellow grass

How wide they stretch

Your endless meadows.

I don't know for sure

Eastern Siberia,

When will I see you again.

But you are not the one I meet,

You are also eternal

My land, my love...

IN SIBERIA, DISTANT

Words by E. Jodkovsky Music by A. Ostrovsky

A cold wind blows behind the wall,

The taiga lurked outside the window.

You and I are dancing today

In his unfinished club.

We are in distant Siberia

Met you

In the youth village

Above the taiga river.

Let the song dispel

All your doubts

And Siberia will become twice as warm

From good love.

You won't hide anything from me,

Yes, and there is no secret here -

Sometimes you were sad about home,

I remembered the lights over Moscow.

There are a lot of nice girls in our club,

But all the songs are full of you.

To those who love truly and passionately,

No winds are scary.

SIBERIAN WALTZ

From the words of V. Pukhnachev Music by G. Nosov

High stars sparkle over the Altai steppe,

Over the Altai steppe the lights do not go out in the vastness.

In the silence of the night I dream about you, good one,

And you, my happiness, remember me at this hour.

I believe, my dear,

See you soon!

The service is over. The ways and roads of a soldier

At the call of the Fatherland they brought me to Altai

And not only sweetheart. Is love to blame?

What he wants is an answer, so that you are next to me

There is no sunnier land than our golden Siberia

There are no lakes bluer. There is immense bread in the fields.

And the heart and the song, worried, call dear,

They are waiting for you, my love and destiny!

Words and music by A. Semenov (MPEI)

The blue mists are crying,

The darkness of the night is swirling.

Morning thin frost

Autumn has fallen on the steppe.

Cold blows from the pole.

Geese are calling in the distance.

Three time zones

Having separated us, we lay down.

I'm through the smoky nights,

Through the mists of steel

I see my beloved eyes,

I see my native distance.

The heart cannot calm down:

You are far from me.

Three time zones

Having separated us, we lay down.

Let the powder freeze

Let the rain pour down.

I know, my dear,

You love me, you are waiting for me.

Rivers of blue stripes,

Morning light hour

Three time zones!

Don't divide us!

(Student song)

Words by N. Karpov (MSU) Music by V. Blagonadezhin (MPEI)

Acrid smoke creates comfort...

The sparks smolder and go out on their own.

Five guys sing about love

If only those about whom had heard

This song was playing now

We'd run here on foot

To listen to her first.

To feel it to the end

In our distant taiga camp,

How hearts can be sad,

Hardened by wanderings.

Acrid smoke creates comfort...

The sparks smolder and go out on their own.

Five guys sing about love

CARS DO NOT HONK ON THE ROAD

Song of MPEI students who harvested the virgin lands of Kazakhstan in 1956.

Cars don't honk on the roads,

There is silence in the fields and on the currents.

The blue peaks do not smoke,

We're leaving, goodbye virgin lands!

Goodbye, virgin land,

Dear State Farm, farewell!

Look, don't forget

How the harvest was done!

How we slept for five hours,

How hard it was to get up

But how they didn’t hang their noses

And they repeated: “Don’t squeak!”

We cleaned it up with our own hands

Hundreds and thousands of tons of bread,

And now we have different eyes

Let's look at the Moscow loaf.

In the fields of golden wheat

We did not spare our hands,

Labor page entered

In the book of glory of our native Moscow Power Engineering Institute.

VIRGINAL FAREWELL

Song of MPEI students who harvested the virgin lands of Kazakhstan in 1958

Farewell, endless Kazakhstan,

The time for departure has arrived.

Farewell to you too, brigade camp, -

The whistle is calling to Moscow!

But we never forget

Fierce winds

Bitter cold at night

And songs around the fire.

Like from dawn to dawn

We worked in the fields

And how they walked through the mud

In wet boots.

We lived many difficult days -

We cannot live without friendship.

And my heart feels warmer

When your friends are with you.

We had to experience a lot:

And dust, and terrible heat.

Rains, snowstorms and frost,

Fire in the darkness of the night.

Even though we lived in distant lands,

But the best words

We saved in our hearts

To you, my Moscow!

EVEN SONG

Words by A. Churkin Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy

The city above the free Neva,

The city of our military glory,

Listen, Leningrad, I’ll sing for you

My soulful song.

Passed here, friends,

My Komsomol youth,

For the native land with a young song

People my age walked next to me.

From now on, fire

Wherever we meet you,

Old friends, I recognize you

My restless youth.

The song flies over the Neva,

The city falls asleep on the road.

In parks and gardens the leaves rustle,

Good night, dear Leningrad.

LOOK AT LENINGRAD FOR THE LAST TIME...

Words by V. Sletov (MEIS) Music by V. Noskov (MEIS)

Darkness shrouded the domes of the cathedrals,

The wind caught in the bushes.

From Vasilyevsky Island to the city

Long bridges ran away.

We stand with you over the Neva,

Peter and Paul Fortress is melting in the distance.

It's good that we are with you

We completed our internship in Leningrad.

Take a last look at Leningrad:

The street lights are on all night.

Until the morning they prevent us from falling asleep.

It's time for us to pack up for the return journey...

We will take this song away as a souvenir

And we will sing it more than once in Moscow.

And in the future everyone will be very happy

Meet you again, Leningrad.

Let us not forget sleepy trams,

Those who took us to the factory

And the minutes when we found out

That the Moscow translation has arrived.

The dorm was very crowded

That didn't stop us from being friends

This is for the student, as you know,

Just another reason to joke.

Our train leaves the platform,

Leningrad is left behind

And in the window of a running carriage

Pine trees flashed ahead.

Falling asleep on winter nights,

I see in a dream, as if in reality,

How I looked with bright lights

Leningrad into the evening Neva.

SONG ABOUT MOSCOW

(From the movie “Girl with no address”)

Words by V. Lifshits Music by A. Lepin

If the streets of Moscow

Pull into one

Then you will walk along it

Across the country.

If the stairs of Moscow

Collect everything in one

But you will climb it

Straight to the Moon.

That's what she is like

Big, big,

Friendly with everyone, alive in all hearts,

Beloved, dear beauty, Moscow!

You can get lost in it

Exactly five minutes

But she's full of friends

And they will find you.

They will caress, encourage,

They will say: “Don’t be timid!”

The red stars are burning

At night above her.

Day and night, like the surf,

Everything is boiling around

But someday with you

I'll meet you, my friend.

I'm singing alone now

And then together

This song is mine

We'll sing with you.

DAWNS OF MOSCOW

Words by M. Lisyansky Music by A. Ostrovsky

The first ray glowed over the capital,

There isn't even a cloud over Moscow.

On this day, at this hour we cannot sleep,

We meet the dawn.

The skies are blue above us,

There is clear dew on the leaves.

We meet friends

We meet the dawn

And we send greetings to our native Moscow!

Moscow dawns,

The Kremlin clock is ringing and singing.

Good morning,

Lands and seas,

Moscow is mine!

On the harsh roads of the planet

I walked for the happiness of my friends.

And I remembered your sunrises,

City of my life.

You were a beacon in my destiny,

I dreamed about you everywhere,

City of my life

City of my song

I saw you across the distance of the seas!

Make way, field silence,

A fair breeze is flying towards us,

And Moscow opens for friends

A hundred ways, a hundred roads.

My peer and distant friend,

Breathe in this young wind.

lies before you

A hundred ways, a hundred roads,

So that you can hug your friends!

GREEN LIGHT

Words by M. Matusovsky Music by K. Molchanov

Masses of stone houses

They are barely visible in the autumn darkness.

The last tram rang,

Moscow calmed down by midnight.

The city sleeps in a foggy haze,

The lights of the boulevards are extinguished.

It just glows in the distance

Green taxi light.

Green light taxi

Flickers in the twilight of the night,

Then he flies towards me,

It disappears around the corner...

Green taxi light...

Where did he go?

Why is he in a hurry at this late hour?

Who's at the station today?

Did he decide to take us away?

All the words have already been said,

The time for farewell is near,

And like a star of separations and meetings

The green light is on...

MOSCOW NIGHTS

Words by M. Matusovsky

Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy

Not even a rustle is heard in the garden,

Everything here froze until the morning.

If only you knew how dear I am

Moscow Nights.

The river moves and does not move,

All made of lunar silver.

The song is heard and not heard

On these quiet evenings.

Why are you looking sideways, my dear?

Bow your head low.

This evening I need to express

Everything that is in my heart.

And the dawn is already becoming more noticeable.

So; please be kind

Don't forget these summer

Moscow Nights.

(Student song)

The city has been sleeping for a long time,

The windows are empty and dark,

Only here the lights are still burning.

They will burn here until the night,

This is where students, my friend, live -

Do you hear your friends singing:

Lights, lights,

Midnight and light,

Wonderful sparkle of youth.

Lights, lights.

Midnight and light,

Our hostels are lit.

If your friend

It will become sad alone

If the boy gets sad,

Let him come, let him come,

Let him wander by chance

To the dear, familiar light.

Friends will start leaving,

Taking away our songs,

We will go out to the platform to see them off.

And in distant cities

They will always shine

Lights from student times.

THE HOME COUNTRY IS SLEEPING PEACEFULLY

Words by Yu. Vizbor and Yu. Ryashentsev (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

Music by V. Krasnovsky (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

My native country is falling asleep peacefully.

And there is a golden moon in the Moscow sky.

At night over the Union and over our university

Silence slowly disappears.

Let tests threaten us from afar,

You still can’t think about it every hour.

You ended the day with a song, you and I are students -

This means you and I are friends.

There are many paths ahead,

And the train leaves for the East.

Bright years

We will always be

Recall.

There are many good meetings ahead,

But we will remember and cherish

Assembly Hall,

Dear eyes,

Institute.

The Institute will sign the last order.

Dali Transbaikalia, Sakhalin and the Caucasus.

In May or March you will look at the map,

You will remember your friends, and that means us.

But the student year is not over yet,

More than one serious competition awaits us.

You ended the day with a song,

This is how the students sing

This means youth sings.

LEFORTOV WALTZ

Words by L. Shechko (MPEI)

Music by V. Vatsura (MPEI)

The night scattered over Moscow

Stars golden lights,

And over Lefortovo Val

They lit up again.

A song somewhere far away

Heard it again and again...

We will be with you until dawn

Dance a festive waltz.

Goodbye, MEI, goodbye,

Our dear institute.

Volga, Don, Angara and Altai

They call us on a long journey.

Farewell, farewell, MEI,

Never forget you.

Your best years

We will always remember.

Spinning in a farewell waltz

Friends, both yours and mine.

Somewhere in a distant city

We will remember you, MPEI;

Songs that were once sung...

We won't forget about them

Let's remember more than once about the guys,

Friends both yours and mine.

The night scattered over Moscow

Stars golden lights,

And over Lefortovo Val

They lit up again.

The semesters fly by quickly,

Goodbye tomorrow, college...

And the ringing trumpets of the orchestra

They sing and sing again.

CRADLE

Music and lyrics by G. Mahramajyan (MEIS)

Time passes unnoticed.

Mom went to the test.

Angry students sleep behind the wall,

You just don't sleep, dear baby.

Sleep, my boy, close your eyes.

Dad is not allowed to sleep during the session.

Dad has leaves, mom has tails,

Sleep, little one, at least you.

It's hard to live in a hostel

There is no place to dry diapers.

Do you want to eat, there is no lunch...

Mom got a tough ticket.

And tomorrow the exam again.

Close your beady eyes quickly,

Sleep, my boy, because dad is with you.

LULLABY

Words and music by V. Dergunov (MPEI)

The month is like an earring

In the blue sky.

The wind is like a cat

It's scratching into our house.

Forget-me-not eyes

Let them fall asleep.

Mom's not in the mood for jokes -

She has a diploma.

Along the corridor

Sleep crawls like a mouse.

The watchman has a dream,

Only you are not sleeping.

You blink your eyes,

You are looking for dad.

Sleep, our dad is busy -

He draws sheets of paper for us.

Go to sleep in peace

Don't wake the guys.

Emirov will come,

Will evict you!

Forget-me-not eyes

Let them fall asleep.

Mom's not in the mood for jokes -

She has a diploma.

LET'S SING MORE FUN!

Words and music by V. Blagonadezhin (MPEI)

When they get together in the evening

Comrades, sing together,

Songs will flow from the rest room,

You can't sit down with a book.

Let's sing more cheerfully

That spring has come to us,

About some girl Tonya

She lived in some area.

About the fact that before I meet you

There was a guy I was just fire

About the fact that, of course, love is to blame,

That the accordion suddenly became sad.

And let this song tell you

How best to dare and search,

And let this song tell your beloved

About what cannot be said in words.

How a faithful comrade will support,

She will dispel sorrows.

Therefore, in friendship, love and work

We need a good song.

Therefore, where the students gathered,

A cheerful song is heard.

NO FLOW. NO FEATHER

Words by V. Bakhnov and Y. Kostyukovsky

Music by N. Bogoslovsky

When it arrives right on time

It's time for exams

We say then, my friend:

- Break a leg!

So that during the session

We didn’t hang our noses, -

Us chickens and ducks

The cooks don't feed

We are busy with science

From morning until morning.

And so as not to oversleep the dawn,

We don't have any...

No fluff, no fluff, no fluff, no feather

We are not random friends,

We didn’t become friends yesterday;

When will the sad one come

It's time to say goodbye

Then instead of: “Goodbye!”

We will say goodbye:

- No fluff, no fluff, no fluff, no feather

Students live happily

We are masters of making friends.

We will remember the institute

And arguments until the morning.

The years are running at their pace, friend,

And instead of hair suddenly...

No fluff, no fluff, no fluff, no feather

THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!

Words by S. Smirnov Music by N. Budashkin

I don’t understand what’s happening to me.

The heart begins to beat like a bird.

Why did I feel a little sad?

I can’t find the answer... That’s what you are like!

I'm losing myself, I'm contradicting myself.

I leave the house as if to meet you.

He became friendly with the girls from afar and...

I don’t need anyone... That’s what you are like!

I would like to hear you everywhere, wherever!..

I'd rather not talk about it.

With these words I will wait.

All the words are yours... That’s what you are like!

Let my confession be worthless

You can laugh as much as you like.

Without reproaching you with a single word,

I’ll tell you one thing: “That’s what you are!”

FRESHMAN

(Song of MAI students)

You came to the lecture

And I was immediately captivated.

I realized then

What once and for all

You broke my heart.

And immediately, on the first day,

I forgot about everything in the world,

And only you

Madly in love,

I've seen it all over the planet.

Now your braids, now your bows,

That's a strand of golden hair,

The blouse has twisted edges

And a cute snub nose.

I saw you in a dream

And even this:

You are silent, without words,

From drawing sheets,

She was looking at me from the walls.

But in fact only once

Your gaze turned towards me:

Then at a late hour

In our drawing

Your leaf rolled down to my feet.

Oh, your braids, oh, bows,

Ah, a strand of golden hair,

The blouse has twisted edges

And a cute snub nose.

But soon spring came

I caught you red-handed:

Tender and sweet

I went with the diploma student,

She just smiled at him.

My whole life went like a wheel:

During the session I swam like a sponge.

Did you know

What are these tails

You gave it to me, my dear!

All your braids, all your bows,

All a strand of golden hair,

The blouse has twisted edges

And a cute snub nose!

LEFORTOVSKAYA SERENADE

Words and music by Yu. Benko (MPEI)

Noisy, green, and again

Together with the spring sun I looked into my heart

The same age as youth is love.

On a sleepless night before the test

Our building is glowing with lights.

With my faithful guitar under the balcony I

I have been standing as a faithful guard for a long time.

Dogorev the scarlet dawn went out,

The stars gathered in a round dance...

I've been standing here for almost five hours,

But she, angry, doesn’t come.

Yes, everyone has a lot to do now,

But she must keep in mind:

I came to say so many important things,

Everything I didn’t have time to say this year.

Maybe he’s laughing, torturing the guy,

And he doesn’t like it at all. Well, let!

Eh! If only I knew this, it would be better

I went to learn science by heart.

Spring has arrived in Lefortovo again,

Noisy, green, and again

Together with the spring sun in the heart

A girl the same age as Youth looked at her - love...

STUDENT LYRICAL

Puddles and lovers appeared.

Frivolous and green

Spring is coming to us at MPEI.

You can feel it even in the dean's office -

They began to smile there, though

Lessons most often missed:

Everyone, of course, wants to relax.

Those who were previously timid do not become timid -

Girls need to take this into account! —

Everyone walks around a little stupid,

But there is joy in this too.

All the girls seem good

I would like to tell them about this.

Those feelings that were abandoned

They started to thaw again.

In autumn, along a forgotten path

It's good to wander around with you,

And you sit with an open book,

You are thinking about something of your own.

Puddles and lovers appeared.

More clearly visible every day

Frivolous and green

Spring is coming to us at MPEI.

FORGET ME NOT

(Student song)

Flowers don't bloom in the garden

Most beautiful.

You are the most beautiful of all flowers,

Dear forget-me-not!

Bloomed at the institute

The whole course drove me crazy

clear-eyed forget-me-not,

My darling.

I follow you like a shadow,

I suffer all day long.

I'm losing weight, I'm turning pale,

I became too lazy to study.

And when I sit down to teach,

I can't forget you

clear-eyed forget-me-not,

My darling.

It's already spring outside

Noisy, seething.

Why are you walking around sad?

Sweet forget-me-not?

Why are you hanging your nose,

After all, the session is not soon,

Really, clear-eyed,

In love too?

Flowers don't bloom in the garden

Most beautiful.

You are the most beautiful of all flowers,

Dear forget-me-not.

Studying at the institute

Makes you suffer

clear-eyed forget-me-not,

My darling.

I looked into your clear eyes

And I lost my peace forever.

And since then my whole soul is made of fire,

And without your clear eyes I yearn.

How much quiet sadness is hidden

Under the canopy of winged eyelashes...

You stand and remain silent, you feel lonely and sad,

It’s as if there are no boundaries to those sad thoughts.

Are there so many bad things in life?

Did these kind eyes know?

Let the lights burn in them, they are not for sadness,

Let no tears touch your eyelashes of sadness.

I'll ask you, if possible,

Please be with me more often,

Then we are not afraid of any trouble,

I am always calm when I am next to you.

ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

I can't on your birthday

Give expensive gifts,

But on these spring nights

I can talk about love.

I can expect a date

Stand under the window until dawn.

And in the hours before dawn, early

Return on foot every time.

I'm currently living in a hostel,

I am carried away by my dream.

Didn't make any discoveries

But it is undoubtedly behind me.

Don't think that I'm inattentive,

That I don’t throw flowers at my feet...

I am wonderful for you on this day

I will give my faithful heart!

WHEN DO YOU GO ON A DATE?

Words by V. Kharitonov Music by A. Novikov

When you go on a date,

Then choose the shorter path.

To your beloved as a sign of attention

Don't forget to pick flowers.

Let them not be roses,

Let them grow in the meadows,

They smell like rain, they smell like thunderstorms, -

Flowers are fresh in your hands.

Your doubts will be dispelled,

When you give her a bouquet,

And you can fully hope

To a positive answer!

AUTUMN LEAVES

Words by M. Lisyansky Music by B. Mokrousov

Autumn leaves

There is noise and noise in the garden.

A familiar path

I'm walking next to you.

And only the one happy is

In whom the heart sings,

Who does your loved one go with?

Let the years pass

Love lives on earth.

And where we parted,

We met again today.

Stronger than separation

The warmth of our hands

My faithful, only friend!

In an empty garden

The path is visible from a distance.

And autumn is beautiful

When it's spring in your soul.

Let the years fly by

But the look glows

And the leaves rustle above us.

Song from the movie "The Tale of First Love"

Words by V. Kotov Music by A. Eshpai

For me on this day,

Like in May, lilac,

I remember it was blooming.

Suddenly you

Into my life and dreams,

I remember I came in.

I believed your blue eyes

And now I'll tell you:

You are alone in my destiny,

You are alone in my destiny!

Darling, believe me:

I can't now

Calm your heart.

I need you like light,

You must, you must

This is understandable.

Why, why - I don’t know myself,

I believed your blue eyes

And now, I'll tell you,

You are alone in my destiny,

You are my only judge!

SONG FROM THE MOVIE “THEY WERE FIRST”

Music by M. Fradkin

Rain on the boulevard

Sweeps leaves.

My darling with a guitar

He won't come today.

We lived next door.

We met just like that.

Love crept into my heart

I don’t know how.

I'm at the doorstep I'll stand all night.

How with your anxiety

Can you help my darling?

Difficult years

Far edges,

Storms, bad weather -

My youth.

I'm waiting and I don't know

Will we meet again...

That's what she is like

First love!

Words by M. Vishneva (MPEI)

Music by V. Blagonadezhin (MPEI)

And I love it when in your eyes

Suddenly a mischievous spark flashes

And rays of joy for everyone

He will send out funny laughs.

Where did this spark come from?

What thoughts did she come with?

What sense of power does it give her?

I haven't found the answer yet.

And I want to catch that spark

And subjugate her now.

Send her to you more often

And return again with rays of eyes.

Words and music by A. Yakusheva (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

Listen! Forget about time for a while!

I'd rather sing something to you

To warm your eyes tenderly

And you never looked back.

Why should I take the song from home?

If I can find her in the forest?

Do you know how beautiful the forest is in winter?

I’ll bring it home to you from the cold.

The day flies into the blue snowdrifts...

The song started here!

Do you want the moonlights to flash in it?

By night the crystal forest will ring in it...

There will be in her the audacity of the wind, the freshness of her cheeks.

Just tell me what else would you like?

If you want, I’ll catch the song on the fly,

I’ll even weave a frosty ray into it.

However, it’s not about my songs,

I just like it; how do you listen to them...

Into the blue snowdrifts

The day is running away...

If I sing to you, then it is necessary that

The song started here.

THE EVENING GOES OUT IN THE FLAMES OF FIRE

The evening goes out in the flames of the fire,

My guitar sings about you,

My soul is sad for you.

You grew up like a beautiful cherry,

To my misfortune, you blossomed.

You are silent only with me,

And with others she is gentle and cheerful.

Maybe I'm suffering in vain

I'm sad in vain, my strings are ringing.

Tell me briefly and clearly

Don't torture me in vain.

The evening goes out in the flames of the fire.

Night falls slowly on the earth.

My guitar sings about you,

My soul is sad for you.

FORGET ME NOT

(From the film “We became friends in Moscow”)

Words by S. Ostrovoy Music by M. Fradkin

There is a forget-me-not flower in Russia -

Blue like a spring dawn.

I'm te6e on this clear morning

I'll collect a bouquet of forget-me-nots.

When we say goodbye, when we say goodbye,

Going to a distant land,

Forget-me-not, forget-me-not,

Remember the forget-me-not!

You see, the windows are wide open.

How many unknown friends are there?

Well, give me a forget-me-not for good luck

Let's throw it through this window quickly.

Walking silently along the paths,

Forget-me-nots have come to our city.

Preserving in blue petals

The beauty of our Russian land.

There is a forget-me-not flower in Russia,

The bright messenger of meadows and fields.

I love you on this clear morning

I'll call you my forget-me-not.

BEREZONKA

(Song from the movie “Son”)

Words by M. Matusovsky Music by Y. Levitin

What is the birch tree making noise about?

All night long?

And that she's early in the morning

Doesn't give you peace?

I'll go out into the garden and bow down

Birch tree over the shoulder.

What is she worried about?

Sad about what?

She is silent, she will not express

Your confession -

So taciturn

She has character.

And I would meet my sweetheart,

Leaning on his shoulder,

But only at the hour of the meeting

I get lost and remain silent.

When the birch tree is thin

You will meet on the way

Then at her, please

Pay attention

You'll see how slim she is

And how sad it looks

And maybe you'll guess

What is she making noise about?

Song from the movie “Girl without an address”

Unfortunately for me I met you,

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t forget.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t forget,

You have taken possession of my girlish soul.

I haven't sung happy songs for a long time.

Are we really not going to meet you?..

You left and won't come back,

I remained alone forever.

The best years pass irrevocably,

And my youth passes with them.

I, little girl, lived and had no worries,

It was like a swallow was free.

I met you and lost you,

I lost it the same hour I found it!

WHAT AM I SAD ABOUT, WHAT AM I SAD ABOUT

(Song from the movie “Girl without an address”)

Words by V. Livshits Music by A . Lepina

What am I sad about, what am I sad about

I’ll open it to the guitar alone:

I'm looking everywhere for a girl without an address

Both during the day and in the evening.

Maybe she's far, far away

Perhaps she is very close.

Finding a person in Moscow is not easy,

When registration is unknown.

Ah, address desk, you are a learned people,

Find her by signs;

Eyes like stars and eyebrows flying apart,

And a snub nose at the same time!

“In Moscow,” answers the learned people,—

Your requests are meaningless.

A hundred thousand girls whose eyebrows fly apart

And half a million snub-noses!

From my shift I’ll go searching again,

Only evening will fall over the city.

I only hope, friends, for love:

She will show me the way.

YOU GUESS YOURSELF...

(Song from the movie “The House I Live In”)

Words by A. Fatyanov Music by Y. Biryukov

Silence behind the Rogozhskaya outpost.

The trees are sleeping by the sleepy river,

Only trains follow trains

Yes, someone is being called by beeps.

Why am I here completely all nights

I disappear at your doors -

My seven-string guitar.

He who loves will not get lost on the way.

So I, well, wherever I go,

All the same lanes and streets

They will take me to my sweetheart's house.

Tell me, tell me, it’s early morning,

Where will my friend and I find happiness?

Maybe on this outskirts,

Or in the house we live in?

We are not at all afraid of distances,

But wherever the path leads us,

Are you talking about our first date?

And don’t forget about the first dawn.

How I love your blonde hair

How I admire your smile -

My seven-string guitar.

I SHOULD NOT SEE HIM

(Song from the opera "Tanya")

Words by N. Dorizo ​​Music by G. Kreitner

There are so many golden lights

On the streets of Saratov.

There are so many guys who are single,

And I love a married man...

Eh, he started a family early!..

Sad story!

I hide love from myself,

And even more so from him.

I want to run away from him

As soon as he appears,

What if all the things I’m silent about,

Will it affect itself?

I shouldn't see him

I'm afraid he'll like me

I can handle love alone

But we can’t cope together!

WHAT IS THE HEART SO DISTURBED?

(From the movie “True Friends”)

Words by M. Matusovsky Music by T. Khrennikov

Why is my heart so upset?

It was as if the wind had touched a string.

There are many songs about love,

I'll sing for you, I'll sing one more.

Along the path where we both walked more than once,

I wander, dreaming and loving.

Even the sun shines in a special way

From the moment I saw you.

I can go through all the obstacles without timidity,

I will enter into an argument with any adversity.

Just show me on the globe

A place to meet you soon.

Through the years I will walk the road boldly,

I will rise on wings into the blue.

And from now on, everything I do

I will call you by your bright name.

I will plant spring gardens on the earth,

They will make noise all over the country,

And when the time comes to bloom,

Let them tell you about me!

NECKLACE

Words by M. Vishneva (MPEI)

Music by V. Blagonadezhin (MPEI)

Happiness is multifaceted

The world has spilled,

It's everywhere - look around!

I'll collect all the beads

In a miracle necklace

And I will give it to you, my good friend.

There will be a date in it,

And there will be separation

It will also contain the difficulties of all the big roads,

There will be summer dawns

And snow storms,

There will be a heart-warming light.

I'll give you confidence

I will give you perseverance

And love in the look of sweet children's eyes,

The nightingale's song,

Snowy mountain peaks,

The smoke of a fire that went out in the pre-dawn hour.

If one day you suddenly

Can you guess

That I gave the whole world to you, my friend,

I'll be happy

I'll be rich

Your love will return everything to me a hundredfold.

I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT YOU FOR THREE YEARS

Words by A. Fatyanov

Music by N. Bogoslovsky

I would like to compare you

With the nightingale's song,

On a quiet morning, with a May garden,

With flexible rowan,

With cherries, bird cherry,

My foggy distance

The farthest

The most desirable one.

How did it all happen

What evenings?

For three years I dreamed of you,

And I met you yesterday!

I don't know sleep anymore

I keep my dream.

You, my dear,

I can't compare with anyone!

I would like to compare you

With the first beauty

That with your cheerful look

Touches the heart

What a light gait

An unexpected one came -

The farthest

The most desirable.

SONG FROM THE MOVIE “THE TIGER TAMER”

Lightning is shining in the sky,

Lanterns flash in the distance,

Today the girl can't sleep,

And she won't fall asleep until dawn.

The signal light flashed at the station...

I catch a distant image,

Today a girl said

For the first time I said “I love you.”

And eternal, and alive, and new

Alluring to unknown distances,

An old fashioned word

Leads and worries me.

Far beyond the immeasurable distance

I met the dawn cheerfully.

This confession is probably

I will repeat it a thousand times.

I believe I will come forward

Whatever happens in our destiny,

I will answer with my life,

I will answer you with all my heart.

The signal light flashed at the station...

I catch a distant image,

Today a girl said

For the first time I said “I love you.”

LOYALTY

Words by V. Kharitonov Music by A. Novikov

Melts on the old grass

Snowball in the garden.

I'm on a familiar path

I'm going with you.

How steep the coast is

With a raging river

So we are inseparable from you.

Do you remember the cherry trees were blooming?

On a spring day.

We've walked many roads

Together with you...

Forever alone

Love is given to us

And she is warmed by friendship.

Spring flow is coming soon

He will run to the river.

The cold snow is melting

In my hand.

No, my heart is not ice -

lives by you

And it protects fidelity to love.

YOU'RE NEAR ME

(Song from the movie “Our Neighbors”)

Words by N. Glazerov Music by B. Mokrousov

In the evening

A star twinkles in the blue sky.

Every time

At this hour

I always miss you.

I see in the dusk

In a white dress you -

You're near,

You're next to me, darling

And yet as far away as a star!

Without yours

I can't live with clear eyes.

You're in a dream

I dream about you

Forget-me-not on a bright meadow.

It's just unfortunate

I can't find the right words,

But the song

But the song will tell you everything

What I can't say about.

The hour will strike, the night will go away,

And the star outside the window goes out.

In my heart you will not go out...

And for us on a spring day

Everything will bloom around -

We are close

We are next to you, dear,

Let's go down the happy path.

SONG OF RAIN

Words by V. Orlov Music by E. Kolmanovsky

He sings this song about you and me.

Quiet rain from a foggy height...

How you loved listening to him then!

How they loved to sit with you until late

And be silent and meet the dawn at our window...

It was. It ended a long time ago.

Where is your sleepless window now?

How do you live in this world without love?

After all, love, you won’t have any other love!

The night opens the empty bridges.

It's night over the city and the streets are empty.

Quiet rain rustles in my window,

He sings this song about you and me...

Words by V. Krakht Music by B. Terentyev

The sun disappeared behind the blue mountains,

The blue sky has darkened...

Why so unexpectedly, so soon

Did we ever break up with you?

Maybe happiness, like the sun, will return,

Lilac blossoms under the window...

Why does my heart beat so much?

And dreams of someone dear?

We went our separate ways,

Our song has fallen silent in the distance...

Why have we forgotten about so many things?

Couldn't they forget her?

Remember, we used to sing with you,

Going into the golden rye...

Why did this song sound

And you won’t sing it with me?

Since love has flown away like a bird,

If she doesn't come back,

Why do I still dream

Your thoughtful, affectionate look?

I whisper your name at night

And I call you as I do now...

Why do they search for happiness for years?

And they only find one once?

SONG ABOUT A DREAM

Words by N. Dorizo ​​Music by K. Molchanov

We just met now,

Our youth has long passed.

I’m not jealous of the past,

Do you want me to sing you a song?

I'm leaving for a distant land,

There I will be very young,

Gray hair will fly away like smoke...

This is the land of youth...

In that region there is a bench in the garden,

I will come to her as a timid boy,

To breathe in the warmth of sweet braids,

Return your first kiss.

Meet me there at the bench,

So that everything is like the first time,

It's like your life has begun again,

If you can’t, well, goodbye!

Words by G. Registan Music by A. Babajanyan

The dawn has burned down outside the window,

Moonlight shines silver in the window...

Do you remember, we were together with you

Are we the happiest on earth?

Sorry, it's my own fault

That your look has become sad,

That even the songs are sad

About our past happiness.

Wait, don't go, wait,

There's still spring ahead of us,

And it will burst into joy again T

howling love.

You were once happy

Your ringing laughter flew through the house.

This is a sea of ​​love and warmth

I have never been able to appreciate.

I ask you, come as before,

I will save love to the end,

For me you are like a heart in my chest,

Which I can't live without.

SONG ABOUT A LONELY FRIEND

Words by N. Dorizo ​​Music by N. Bogoslovsky

Although he likes the fact that we are happy,

He rarely comes to see us.

And he comes in, toils, tries to hide his gaze.

We are alone, our friend is lonely.

Our single friend sighs,

We understand why:

Apparently he remembers his home,

Where they don't expect him.

We would like our happiness

Share with him as friends, -

This is happiness in three parts

It cannot be divided.

Although we are glad to see him, but when we are next to him,

Still we hide our love from him:

As if we are ashamed if a friend is sad

One to visit our family.

Why are you toiling, trying to love,

But are you afraid to bring love into your home?

There will be a thin, young, ringing one,

The four of us will have fun.

FAIR BREEZE

(Student song)

We'll be sad a little

Let's dispel the silence

We will choose the path

Of all the roads, one.

Friends, it's time to say goodbye,

Everything has its time,

And rushes with us

A fair breeze.

Remember, true friend,

Friendship has no separation

Friendship has a hundred roads

And a fair breeze.

We may end up

Far away,

But friendship will continue

When friendship has a purpose.

And who is friendly with work,

He could be sure

What is needed in every business?

A fair breeze.

Our paths will converge,

And then we will remember

Over a friendly cup

Past years.

We'll shake off the old days,

So that a friend could tell us: -

He was with me everywhere

A fair breeze.

PURPLE HAZE

(Student song)

Purple Haze

It melts in the distant haze,

It's burning above the vestibule

Farewell star.

The conductor is in no hurry

The conductor understands

What's wrong with the girl?

I say goodbye forever.

You look into my eyes

And you shake hands

I'll leave for a year

Or maybe two,

Or maybe forever

You'll lose a friend

One more call

And I'm leaving.

The last "sorry"

It flows from your beloved lips,

It's clear in your eyes

Anxiety and sadness.

One more call

And the noise of the station will cease,

And the train will fly away

Into the lilac distance.

PASSING

(Student song)

Our train meets the dawn.

Flies into bright spaces.

We took one luggage on the journey -

Your dreams, your dreams, cherished dreams.

Our roads are not easy,

There will be a lot of worries,

But golden lights

In the fields, steppes, in the fields, steppes they will light up more than once

No need to frown, neighbor,

And sing sad songs.

Understand, weirdo, there is no separation,

And there are ways, and there are ways, long roads

Words and music by M. Kulakov (MGRI )

The rails are running and the noisy station is hiding,

It’s a pity that I didn’t tell you anything again, dear.

You whisper: “You’ll see a lot of nice girls along the way!”

No, you can see it on the rails, the wheels are quietly knocking...

We knew you for a very short time,

Rarely did routes bring us together on a common path,

Rarely touched a dear shoulder with my shoulder on a hike,

My heart is pounding like wheels often pounding on rails...

I thought that the anxiety in my heart would subside on its own,

But I couldn’t forget you, my dear.

It sounds like she said: “Well, why remain silent about this?”

No, you can see it on the rails, the wheels often knock...

Oh, you steel road, where are you leading?

You can break up with a girl, but she won’t leave you.

I know I'll see a lot of nice girls along the way,

But only about you are the wheels quietly knocking on the rails...

MOSCOW LYRICAL

Words by S. Ivashchenko (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

When the Moscow distances turn pink,

The capital meets the sunrise,

We in the distant land have already risen at this hour

And again we go on a hike.

The expanses of Russia are covered with snow,

And it’s not easy for me without you.

There are kilometers of road between us,

The meeting is still far away.

Centuries-old taiga spruce trees rustle.

The breeze runs between the trunks,

And again the tourist songs sang

Romantics of long roads.

And let this song reach you

Through storms, forests and snow,

And maybe your heart will beat faster,

The one that is so dear to me.

(Song of Geologists)

I don't know where to meet

We'll have to go with you.

The globe is spinning, spinning,

Like a blue ball

And cities and countries flash by,

Parallels and meridians,

But there are no such dotted lines yet,

By which we can wander around the world.

I know there is an unknown

Latitude of latitudes,

Where is our wonderful friendship?

It will definitely bring you together.

And then we will know what is brave

Everyone took on any task,

And the places we've been

People marked on world maps.

If a swift storm

Suddenly trouble comes,

Friendship is a life-giving force

He will always help us.

And let the sea waves roar -

Full of bright faith in our friendship,

We always, when things get tough,

We will see each other

Beyond the mountain tops

Behind the February blizzards,

Through the snowy expanse.

And even though we wandered hundreds of miles

There were kilometers between us,

But behind thousands of miles of separation,

We will hear the sounds of a friend's songs

Who was on the expedition?

He sings this hymn.

We have it according to tradition

We call it ours

Because we are a wandering people,

Because we can't do otherwise

Because we can't live without songs,

So that mold does not creep into your heart.

I know, I know where to meet

We'll have to go with you.

The months of summer will end,

We'll come home

And at MPEI, on the fifth floor,

We'll tell the guys about everything,

About the places we've been

About the friends we met.

BAIKAL

(Song of Geologists )

The waves of Baikal crash against the rocks,

There among the rocks, among the high hills,

While the night is spent by the light of the fire,

A geologist spends more than half his life

Where no one has gone before.

In the wild taiga, walking like a master,

Subjugating the bowels of the earth,

He’s at a rest stop, taking out his pouch,

He devotes his thoughts to you.

Let the beard grow like your grandfather's,

And the face hardened in the wind,

Strong will and hot heart

It preserves in frost and heat.

The night has spread its black wings,

The moon rises from behind the mountain peaks.

The waves of Baikal crash against the rocks,

The ridge rises steeply to the shore.

Words by I. Motyashov (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

Winter dusk fell to the ground.

The dawn streak is burning down.

There is a rest stop at the village school,

The path through fields and forests is over.

The skis had their noses buried in the wall.

The stove burns like a tourist fire,

My heart wants at these hours

Have an intimate conversation.

And outside the windows there is a blizzard in the night,

The windows are covered with snow in a blizzard,

The song is quiet but powerful

About snow, about thick snow.

Sounds pour like spring rain,

They spin like autumn leaves,

And I thought about him again

Convinced, experienced tourist.

In our close and friendly family,

On our difficult and long journey,

If you really want and want,

You can easily find happiness.

Just remember, when walking along the ski track,

So as not to dream about him at random,

We need it much more on our trip

Friendly and affectionate look.

KARELIAN WALTZ

Words by Yu. Vizbor (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

Music by S. Bogdasarova (Lenin Moscow State Pedagogical Institute)

The frosty day is over,

The light of dawn has faded.

Behind the neighboring lake,

An overnight stay awaits us.

Dali Karelian lakes

We will often dream about it.

The vastness of our youth

In the distances of these lakes.

True friendship,

Loyalty without words

The thicket will teach us

Northern forests.

We'll get up early in the morning

To go south.

Will be swept away by snowstorms

Ski tracks.

SONG OF FRIENDSHIP

(Student song)

Weeks, days and years will go back.

But no business, no long years,

Neither the smoke of fires, nor the cold of passages

We will never be forced to forget.

So let us remember the rubble of Lyazhny,

Frozen forest and ski track in the snow,

When with you, reliable friend,

Shoulder to shoulder we walked into the taiga.

All around the taiga is cold and deaf.

You won't forget spending the night in tents...

And in the morning we put it on our shoulders

A backpack that smelled of sweat and fire.

The fires of the fires flickered and went out,

The wind swept the tent with snow,

And in the morning with the ringing brittle infusion

We again walked from blockade to blockade.

And we will remember how there was left in our backpacks

Two burnt crackers,

Heavy fatigue fell from my feet,

And the dawn met with an angry cold.

And there is no more reliable comrade in the world,

With whom will you go anywhere?

With whom I froze in the taiga wilderness,

Divided the frost-covered cracker.

(Student song)

I look at the burning fire

The pink glow of the fire goes out.

Why aren't you among them?

Where are you wandering around the world now?

With a hammer, with a backpack on his back,

And which way is it thrown?

Are you our wandering fate?

Maybe you're making your way through the taiga,

Maybe you can't find the path

Or you're roasting under the merciless sun

Somewhere in the Kazakhstan steppe.

Covered with road dust,

Hundreds of miles away from housing,

Maybe this night is alarming

You remember me too.

You don't know how often at night I

Moving closer to the fire,

And when I miss you, I remember you,

I sing this sad song.

I look at the dying fire

The pink glow of the fire dances.

After a hard day, comrades sleep,

Why aren't you among them?

(Student song)

There are many interesting finds.

On one of the tourist roads

Once upon a time during a hike

I found a bowler hat as a tourist.

He was lying on the edge of the village,

All distorted from

Like the wheels of some cart

They accidentally hit him.

The pot was no good

I fixed it as much as I could,

And I decided, friends, to make sure

How can a pot cook?

The potatoes were first boiled in it,

She boiled down to glory,

And then they boiled seagulls in it,

The pot was drained to the bottom.

And in the fog of fire smoke

A tourist eater reasons:

This is all, brother, achievable for us,

If only he could boil the pot.

(Student song)

You walked from home to the camp meeting,

Fate brought us together behind a blazing fire,

And now it's almost a week soon

We live like inseparable comrades.

My half liter!

Give me some hot tea,

That's why I respect you

Eh, girlfriend, my big mug,

My half liter!

I go for breakfast, lunch or dinner -

And you are with me on a canvas belt.

Just like a climber needs an ice ax on a hike,

So at a rest stop I need you.

The day will come when I will part with my friends,

And from the hike I’ll bring you home,

And you will constantly remind me

Seagulls with a smoke at a halt at night.

(Student song)

Midnight wanders over the Union,

A light wind whistles in my ears.

A constellation above each university

Night hung in the skies.

We are studying carefully

Every rustle of the earth's depths,

We count our courage

The most important of the disciplines.

Will remain forever dear to us

This circle of young guys.

Old age will not approach us at forty,

Looks a little like sixty.

More fun, friends, look,

First of all, don’t be discouraged!

From student dormitories

Immortality is just a stone's throw away!

SONG OF STUDENTS

After graduating from university, I went to remote villages

Let's fly to distant lands.

You will go to the reindeer,

I will go to hot Turkestan.

Won't you come with a perky smile

To the round dances of sunny birches,

And the spring wind at the gate

Will not scatter ashen hair.

I'll tell you in the early morning freshness

I'll give you my last kiss,

And then love and this tenderness

I'll put it in a travel suitcase.

The train will start, the cars will knock,

The station will flash past the windows,

I will be at every stage

Remember your favorite eyes.

SPRING WINDS

Words by J. Helemsky Music by M. Tabachnikov

Couples in love are spinning and spinning.

My heart is full of music,

Spring winds, green branches

People are rushing through the window from the street.

Youth passes, it cannot be returned,

There are many paths in life,

Chose my path

Don't forget

Friendship of student days.

A light dress flies in the dance,

Dark cheeks are burning.

Standing on the sidelines, I catch unnoticed

A look from a sweet fellow student.

I will do everything for you, my love -

I'll get a star from the sky,

I will grow white acacia in the tundra,

I will find the treasure underground.

Our peers, faithful comrades,

Spring is shining brightly.

First love and first friendship

She inspired us.

SOVIET COUNTRY KOMSOMOL

Words by A. Zharov Music by S. Tulikov

We remember distant years,

Harsh days and affairs.

Through the roar of bad weather

In battles and campaigns

Our Party led us.

Always close to the communists

Walked with heroic steps

In military units

And peaceful brigades

Soviet country Komsomol.

The Komsomol stands adamantly

For our happy life.

Victory banners

From the dawn of the Volga-Don,

Merged with the Moscow sunrise.

All honest people, everyone in the world

We invite you to a friendly table.

We are the children of the Motherland,

We are the Party's children,

Soviet country Komsomol!

SONG ABOUT ANXIOUS YOUTH

(From the movie “On the Other Side”)

Words by L. Oshanin Music by A. Pakhmutova

Our concern is simple,

Our concern is:

If only my native country lived,

And there are no other worries.

And snow and wind,

And the stars fly at night...

Me my heart

Calls into the alarming distance.

May you and I both

Trouble after disaster threatens, -

But my friendship is with you

Only with me will he die.

As long as I can walk,

As long as I can look,

As long as I can breathe,

I will go forward.

And just like in life everyone,

You will meet love one day,

With you, as you are, bravely

She will go through the storms.

Don't think that you've sung everything,

That the storms have all died down, -

Get ready for a great goal

And fame will find you.

Komsomol Song

(From the movie “Volunteers”)

Words by E. Dolmatovsky Music by M. Fradkin

Good over the Moscow River

Hear the nightingale at dawn.

Only we don’t like peace,

We are children of harsh times.

Komsomol members, volunteers,

We are strong through our faithful friendship.

We will walk through the fire if necessary

Open up young paths.

Komsomol members, volunteers,

We must believe, love selflessly,

Seeing the sun sometimes before dawn.

This is the only way to find happiness.

Rise to the heavenly heights

Descend into the depths of the earth.

We were born just in time

Wherever we are, Russia is with us.

There is no better road!

We will experience everything that exists in the world,

To be at home, above our river

Hear the nightingale at dawn.

"...The road promises us many joyful meetings,

New friends meet us!"

65 years ago in the USSR, a school plane almost without failure produced an almost ready-made Soviet person for final exams:

« Maturity.

School...

Ten years ago, its hospitable doors were opened by the hand of a first-grader - still uncertain, timid, but full of pure childish curiosity, hidden and innocent mischief, and most importantly, solemnity in front of something new, unusual, but beautiful. And truly: the past ten years have been a whole era for every schoolchild in the formation of his character, the cultivation of will, and the acquisition of knowledge.And today they stand in the classroom - serious and youthfully excited, but self-confident, confident in their abilities, ready to say goodbye to school in order to go into a big life - for some to continue their education, for others to choose a noble field of work and give it their strength...

In the tenth "B" grade of the 11th secondary school in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk today there is an oral exam in literature. The school director and chairman of the certification commission, deputy of the Supreme Council of the USSR A. V. Kudryavtseva invites students to take exam tickets...

Vladimir Ryabov had to tell about the resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks about the magazines “Zvezda” and “Leningrad”, about the report of Comrade Zhdanov on the same topic: about cosmopolitan critics. In order to answer these questions, a tenth-grader needs to know not only the theory and history of literature. You need to be armed to a certain extent with knowledge of the foundations of Marxism-Leninism. And Komsomol member Vladimir Ryabov copes with this task brilliantly. During his last years in high school and the Komsomol, he became well acquainted with the primary sources of Marxism-Leninism. Therefore, from a truly Bolshevik position, he assesses the decisive role that the resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks and the report of Comrade Zhdanov played in the development of our post-war literature. Vladimir Ryabov angrily attacks the cosmopolitan critics who distorted the true essence of socialist realism and tried to lead our literature towards servile imitation of foreign bourgeois writers.

One after another, the tenth graders ascend to the lectern. The range of questions that are offered to them in the exam papers is wide and varied. They talk about Belinsky, Herzen, Dobrolyubov, Chernyshevsky, Nekrasov, Tolstoy. They quote Gorky, Mayakovsky, Sholokhov, Fadeev. And in each answer, not only their solid knowledge of the subject is visible. One feels deep, boundless love for one’s Motherland, for the party of Lenin-Stalin, and one can see strong ideological strength.

IN DEFENSE OF PEACE

(Words by I. Frenkel, music by V. Bely)

The rich are starting the fire again

The world is being prepared for a fatal blow,

But millions of people are against them -

The army of the world is the strongest!

In defense of peace

Get up, people!

Shoulder to shoulder!

Country to country!

And let over the world

Stronger than guns

Prizes are thundering

“There will be no war!”

We will block the path to a new war.

We are not raising sons for war!

Fields are not green for trenches -

The whole earth strives for peace.

You can't kill people with an atomic bomb

Lies and gold cannot buy us.

We are patriots, and each of us

He will give his life for the freedom of the Fatherland!

Together with the people of the Soviet country

The army of peace is stronger than war.

Listen to the call, citizen-patriot!

Your sacred duty calls you to fight!

IF YOU ARE THE GUYS OF THE WHOLE EARTH

(Words by E. Dolmatovsky, Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy)

If only the boys of the whole earth

We could get together one day,

It would be fun in the company of such a person.

And the future is just around the corner.

Guys, guys, it's within our power

Protect the earth from fire.

We are for peace, for friendship, for dear smiles.

For the cordiality of the meetings.

If only the boys of the whole earth

The choir would start a song,

That would be great, that would be thunder

Let's sing together, guys.

If only the boys of the whole earth

They took their oath to the world,

It would be a joy to live in the world then.

Let's be friends forever, guys.

Part 6

SONG ABOUT THE COUNTER

(Music by D. Shostakovich)

The morning greets us with coolness.

The river meets us with the wind.

Curly, why aren’t you happy?

Cheerful sound of a whistle?

Don't sleep, get up, curly haired one,

In the workshops ringing,

The country rises with glory

Towards the day.

And joy sings endlessly,

And the song comes along,

And people laugh when they meet,

And the oncoming sun rises.

Hot and brave

Invigorates me.

The country rises with glory

Towards the day.

The brigade will greet us with work,

And you will smile at your friends

With which labor and care,

Both the oncoming person and life are in half

Behind the Narva outpost,

In thunder, in lights,

The country rises with glory

Towards the day.

And with her until the bitter end

You, our youth, will pass away,

Until the second one comes out

Youth will meet you.

And he will run into life like a horde.

I've replaced my fathers.

The country rises with glory

Towards the day.

With such a beautiful speech

Declare your truth,

We go out to meet life,

Towards work and love.

Is it a sin to love, curly haired one,

When, ringing,

The country rises with glory

Towards the day.

SLEEPING DARK MOUNTAINS

(Words by B. Laskin, music by Y. Bogoslovsky)

The dark mounds are sleeping.

Scorched by the sun,

And the mists are white

They walk in line...

Through the noisy groves

And the fields are green

Went out to the Donetsk steppe

The guy is young.

There, in the coal mine,

The guy was noticed

The hand of friendship was given.

Take it with you.

The girls are pretty

We greeted you with a quiet song,

And headed to the slaughter

The guy is young.

Work days are hot

Similar to fights,

They did it in the guy's life

The turn is sharp.

It's hot for work,

Good things to do

Went out to the Donetsk steppe

The guy is young.

WE ARE THE YOUNG WORKING CLASS

(Words by Yu. Kamenetskhy, music by A. Kholminov)

We are the youth of the new world,

A brave tribe of creators.

Inspired our hearts since childhood

The working glory of the fathers.

There are millions of us, there are millions of us,

Warm souls, skillful hands and clear eyes:

There are millions of us, there are millions of us,

Our Motherland raised us with love

And the happiness of the Fatherland is in our power,

There are millions of us, there are millions of us,

We are the young working class.

There is no business in the world with which

We couldn't get along, friends.

Open spaces await us as hosts

Great Soviet Land.

We want our dear Fatherland

It blossomed more and more beautifully;

We are ahead of tomorrow.

Turning dreams into deeds.

There are millions of us, there are millions of us,

Warm souls, skillful hands and clear eyes;

There are millions of us, there are millions of us,

The Motherland raised us with love.

And the happiness of the Fatherland is in our power

And we will bring communism’s bright hour closer;

There are millions of us, there are millions of us:

We are the young working class.

Komsomol members

(Words by P. Gradov, music by V. Muradeli)

Komsomol members, perky young people.

Built the city of youth

In the centuries-old taiga,

And in harsh years

Struggles and tribulations

Volunteered

On a military campaign.

If in your young heart

The Komsomolsky light is burning.

Come with us

Waiting for you ahead

The joy of difficult roads!

East and west, north and south

We are ready to go

Comrade and friend.

We have to build the future

Trusted the people.

Restless Youth

Calling me on the road.

Yesterday we woke up virgin soil in the steppe

And ready even tomorrow

Fly to the moon.

And we know it's time

This will come.

We will not yield to anyone

We are this flight.

SONG ABOUT THE KOMSOmol BADGE

(Words by Y. Dorizo, music by A. Ostrovsky)

Glory in the song of your heart.

Our scarlet light,

Order of Eternal Youth -

Komsomol badge.

Guiding, |

Unquenchable,

You are hot and strict

Years later

Proudly carried

My Komsomol badge.

So your banner burns

On a linen shirt,

Like a flame burst out

From the breast of the young.

You shine, our glory.

On a broad chest

And over the years, by right

Go to your sons

GOLDEN WHEAT

(Words by M. Isakovsky, music by M. Blanter)

I feel good, spreading the ears.

Go here sometimes in the evening.

Golden wheat stands like a wall

On the sides of the field path

Quails sing all night in the wheat

That there will be a fruitful year,

More about what’s across the river in the village

My love, my destiny lives on.

We went to school together with her,

They went out with her to plow and sow,

And from then on my home field

It became even more expensive and closer.

And at the hour when over our side

The evening dawn stands in the distance,

My native field speaks to me,

He talks about the best things in life.

And it’s good for me to stop here,

And, looking into the distance, think, be silent.

The tall wheat is noisy, noisy

And there is no end in sight for her

TO DISTANT LANDS

(Words by L. Kondyrev, music by L. Lepin)

To distant lands, like a bird,

A fast train flies through the dawn.

How could this happen, my dear?

Why aren't you with me on the road?

Maybe it's not for nothing that the wheels are

Nowadays they tell my heart,

As if you and I are not a couple at all.

But I don’t want to believe it.

Outside the window, where the lakes sparkled,

Steppe spurge smells bitter.

To wait for you or not to wait in Barnaul. -

Answer my song.

The time for glorious routes has come,

Don't delay your departure any longer.

Don't forget that in Siberia there are many

The new settler will find a bride.

FLOWER, SIBERIA!

(Words by 3. Jodkovsky, music by V. Muradeli)

The Siberian night blows with freshness,

Friends gathered around the fire...

You are forever to us

Became close

The majestic Angara.

You are forever to us

Became close

The majestic Angara.

Your dear home near the Moscow River

We left forever

So that here in the taiga,

Factories stood up

New cities have arisen.

So that here in the taiga,

Factories stood up

New cities have arisen.

Everything is dear to me in the new city,

Where I saw the look of sweet eyes, -

I grew up here

Our youth

This is where our love was born.

I grew up here

Our youth

This is where our love was born.

We are not afraid of bad weather -

We won't freeze while driving.

Blossom, Siberia,

Our Motherland,

The one we call mother!

Blossom, Siberia,

Our Motherland,

The one we call mother!

No, we will not part with Siberia,

The faith of youth is ardent!

In golden lights

Hydroelectric power stations

Let Ilyich's dream live!

In golden lights

Hydroelectric power stations

Let Ilyich's dream live!

IN THE WIDE STEPPE

(Words by L. Ozerov, music by R. Boykov)

Station lights,

Farewell words

Easy and slow

The platform is gone.

The earth is big

Forever dear

Floats towards you

From all sides

Forget the momentary melancholy

Let's sing along

Let's sing about what awaits us ahead

Far away,

In the wide steppe

Go ahead, comrade, look boldly.

We're flying through the valley

The Long Road,

But my heart remembers

Dear home.

You said goodbye to him

You broke up with him

What to hide

Hardly.

Dry, dusty

Feather grass ground..

Today Motherland

She calls like a mother.

For a feat of honor -

In a new place

Build a house

And raise the steppe

STUDENT TABLE

(Olova O. Fadeeva, music by A. Ostrovsky)

For a fun student dinner

We have gathered today, friends, -

So, we need a solemn toast:

It is impossible to deviate from traditions.

It’s okay that there’s not enough wine,

It doesn’t matter if the glass is small:

Our life is both full and rich

And big things are calling us...

Chorus: let the days of our lives flow by like waves.

We know that happiness awaits us ahead.

The guarantee is youth and joyful work,

And a hot heart in my chest.

Soon, soon, like a free flock.

Our whole family will scatter,

I don't know where we'll meet again

But it doesn’t matter, friends.

You only hold the memory in your heart

About the fervor of our conversations,

About what arose within the walls of the dormitories

Close friendship of student years.

We'll take the wide roads

The years will fly by unnoticed,

We'll all get a little older.

Others will grow a beard.

But we will only change externally.

And, having gathered again at the table,

We will hug each other heartily

And we'll sing our favorite songs

PUTEVAYA-DOROZNAYA (From the movie “Good morning”)

(Words by A. Fatyanov, music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy)

What are the winds to us?

What do we care about showers and fogs?

Toward the bright goal

We strive tirelessly

Where the roads will run

Our courage and work

People will remember you with a kind word

Dawn rises

The road leads into the distance.

The earth is blooming all around,

The rivers sparkle.

And the heart is waiting

But where are you, my

Necessary

Love forever.

They run, miles flash by,

But where is that crossroads?

Where is waiting for me

Where mine is waiting for me

Necessary

Love forever.

If only I knew

Where will we meet our love?

To a distant land we

We'd fly like the wind,

May the road be long

Far and difficult

There will be a meeting with her for sure.

Apparently, all of us

Always be, friends, in anxiety, - Who knows,

Where two roads meet

Two roads, two ways,

So that we can find each other,

To walk side by side together.

GULL

(Words by A. Koevalenkov, music by S. Katz)

The poplar looks into the clear sky.

Seeing us off

White, fast,

A seagull flies to the steppe over the water

Under her wing there are concrete gateways

And the arc of the high dam,

Built by our friendly labor,

Shores stretching into the distance.

Where before under the furious wind

The sands were smoking on the mounds,

By the river water

New marinas

Motor ships are greeted by horns.

Green expanses unfolded

On both sides behind the stern of the ship -

Defeated by our friendly efforts

The land we have renewed.

Warm evening, golden dawn,

The evening light glides across the waves.

And after us,

White, fast,

A seagull flies to new shores.

FOR THOSE ON THE WAY

(Words by L. Fatyanov, music by S. Katz)

They raise a glass of wine for him.

This is how it happened with friends!

And with a good friend,

Like a good song.

It's easy for us to win

Go through life.

Let's raise our glasses

For those who are on a hike,

For those who are leaving today

For those who are on the road today.

Let him wander through the world in the distance.

He doesn’t write for a long time from his journey, -

A place at the table awaits him.

This is how it happened with friends!

If your friend doesn't come back.

Faithful to each other, we will become closer.

He remains in our hearts forever

This is how it happened with friends!

If, comrade, your friend leaves

Or floats away into the vastness of the seas,

A place at the table awaits him...

This is how it happened with friends!

STUDENT SONG

(Words by A. Kovalenkov, music by G. Khrennikov)

The wind blows young in all regions.

Goodbye, school bench!

The road promises us

There are many fun meetings

New friends meet us.

Don't be sad (don't be sad)

Sing a song (sing a song)

Sing a song - life is good, my friend!

Do you hear, he says to the heart:

The space is open ahead! -

The winged wind travels.

Happiness, glory, exploits - everything is ahead

Fighting youth is on the way.

Wishes will come true

Minutes of parting

We will find everything you want to find.

We will light cheerful fires in the taiga.

Let's walk along untrodden paths.

We will reveal the secrets of the mountains,

Let's build cities

We will build new roads.

OH YOU, VOLGA RIVER

(Words by Ya. Shvedov, music by F. Maslov)

Oh, Volga River, wide, deep,

Isn't it yours that the vastness is endless?

You run through meadows, through open fields,

Through the steppes into the wide sea.

We will irrigate our native land with living water

And we will decorate the Volga region with gardens,

We will flood our huts with bright light and fire,

The villages will look like a fairy tale.

We are in the Siberian forests, in the Amur steppes

Let us illuminate the valleys with a miracle light;

And about our labors, heroic deeds

The Motherland will compose epic songs.

ROADS

(Words by S. Alymov, music by I. Dunaevsky)

We stand, we look at the smoke of the locomotive.

The light ahead lit the semaphore.

The breeze bends the birch trees along the path,

And the space before us is wide and far.

The roads run and run...

Flowers bloom in green fields.

The river shines, the rapids rustle,

Groves flash by, gardens float.

The stream is noisy and boiling. .

The whistle sounded and behold, the stream was far away.

And the steel roads ring and snake,

And they carry and carry away steel tracks.

Again fields, poplars, emerald villages.

Our carriage rushes down the slope like a cheerful bird.

Height, beauty ahead and around.

They run and run and run and...

And the eyes are drawn to look at everything.

Here is the surface of the sea... there are spurs of mountains

The snowy peak is in a hurry to shine.

The wave is already visible.

It rings, it sings, it calls into the open space...

And again the roads go to infinity,

A sparkling path without end and without edge.

Here is a blizzard and snow - this is the north of Russia.

There are gardens by the water - this is the sunny south

Here are the forests-miracles, blue, dense,

The roads run and run...

To the south, to the north, to everything. the edges

They carry, they carry the wheels-legs,

And everywhere, everywhere my country

A tent of dense branches.

The tops of the mountains, and again the expanse of fields...

Carried endlessly and endlessly steel roads,

And all around outside the window is my Fatherland

SEEKLY KEEP YOUR FATHERLAND

(Words by S. Mikhalkov, music by I. Dunaevsky)

The sun is rising bright,

Dew glistens in the grass,

Beautiful flowers bloom all around

My fields, my forests.

My favorite country

There is only one on the whole earth.

Stands invincible

My Soviet country!

Comrade, comrade!

In labor and in battle

Keep it selflessly

Your fatherland!

Your great one is with you

Soviet people.

In the name of freedom

Through thunderstorms and adversity

He is towards his cherished goal

Inexorably goes.

Who could be more perky

What are our youth?

Harder, more agile

You won't find it, you won't find it!

Breathe easily and freely

In the land where we live,

And if somewhere a song is heard.

So this means we are singing.

Everything you dream about

Everything we want

All the things we like

We will create, we will create!

Proven in labor, proven in battles

For many years to come,

Looks both bold and confident

Our people are big and wise.

Part 7

IN THE CITY GARDEN

(Words by A. Fatyanov, music by M. Blanter)

Plays in the city garden

Brass band.

On the bench where you are sitting.

No free places.

Because it smells like linden

Or the dew glistens,

From you, so beautiful,

Don't take your eyes off.

I've walked almost halfway around the world -

I have never met anyone like you,

And I didn’t think to think

That I will meet you.

Believe! Someone like you in the world

No for sure

To conquer forever

The heart of a sailor.

Across the seas and oceans

It's easy for me to pass

But to someone like you, desirable.

Apparently there is no way.

Here the spring dawn is extinguished

Stars in the pond

But nothing has changed

In the city garden.

Books of the Chuvash Republic. 1991-1995: retrosp. bibliogr. decree. / compiled by A. G. Sidorova, F. G. Paramonova, A. B. Krasnova. – Cheboksary, 2009. - 243 p.

The time has come to say goodbye to school. I have lived and gone through a lot at school and it is always a little sad to leave my home school, friends and beloved teachers. But in parting, we can say words of gratitude to the school and teachers. A selection of farewell poems to school.

We have become adults now...

We've become adults now
We can't get our childhood back.
School opened the door to life for us
And showed the way.

Oh, how the years fly by...

Oh, how the years fly by
We are sad, leaving our native class,
But we will remember you
How you loved us while teaching us.

Let's not forget school

We are used to our school.
Tomorrow we will be free,
So let’s be a little sad:
It's time for us to part.
We'll fly away like birds -
Who to work, who to study,
But our native school
We will never forget.

We studied, we worked,
Relaxed, had fun,
Now let's get a little sad:
It's time for us to part.
We say goodbye to school
Forever young and cheerful,
And we are her teachers
We will never forget.

All school life

Clear day. September. Daisies.
Bow. Braids. First graders.
Two by two. Primer. Five.
First class cleaning.

Pharaohs. Globe. Map.
Painted desk.
Alkali. Pythagoras. Acids.
Lev Tolstoy. Straits. Notes.

Friend. Preparation for the test.
And a crib sheet prepared.
Dancing. Hiking trip. Guitar.
Kiss. For a quarter a couple.

State exam. Farewell ball.
Joy mixed with sadness.
Certificate. Flowers in the window.
Why am I so sad?

Farewell to school

The wind blows young in all directions,
Goodbye, school bench!
The road promises us
There are many fun meetings
New friends meet us.

Happiness, glory, exploits - everything is ahead,
Youth is lively on the way.
Wishes will come true
Minutes of parting
We will find everything you want to find.

Unique minutes

We want to leave school quickly,
We don't think about it with you,
That this minute will not return,
The hour will not repeat graduation!

From childhood we were in a hurry to be adults,
We were rushing through our school years.
So that we cherish our childhood,
We must part with him forever.

Goodbye, school!

School, school... Goodbye!
We say goodbye to you.
The hour of parting has come,
We will go our own way.

How many years have we been together?
Like a good family.
They argued together and loved.
We are great friends.

With a new backpack on my back
We came to you at the age of 7,
Believing that the world will open for us
Every new item you have.

Trill of bells for recess
We will always remember.
Teacher's first look
Let's go through the years.

We learned and grew up
Understanding the essence of life.
Week by week
You led us on a good path.

And today at the hour of farewell
It's harder than ever.
School, school... Goodbye!
You are always in our hearts!

Waiting for the last call

We are still in class, at a lesson,
But it’s already the last school May,
Outside the window, loud and high,
The ringing of flocks of birds excites.

Greenery dazzles with novelty,
Everyone's head is spinning blue,
Youth combined with spring
Claims bold rights.

We are in love, we all argue with passion,
We like the noise and din of spring,
We are hardly chained to our desks
For successful graduation.

Theorems, formulas, figures,
Books with their countless lines...
It will ring for the last time soon
It's a joyful and sad call for us.

Now the faces darken, now they brighten,
We bite our hands, rub our foreheads with our palms...
The last pages are being filled in
Carefree students of fate.

School graduation

Forward to your youth
Let's go from the school threshold,
And, like cranes across the sky,
The road will separate us from fate.

Wiping away the tears of happy eyes,
The teachers will wave.
And no one is happier now
Graduates from our school.

And farewell, our friendly class!
When will we be together again?
Probably next time
Twenty years later, in this place.

We set off like ships,
There is a compass, latitude and degree,
And the sea of ​​life is ahead,
And the wind inflates the sail.

The clouds are flying - calling for you...

Naughty farewell verses

1.
We will not forget our school,
After all, from its walls we emerged into people.

2.
Sorry, school,
If something suddenly goes wrong,
Love you, school, you are our friend
No way! Like this!
Back to school...
School is cool...

3.
My school, I'm your desk,
my pen, I am your card,
my notebook, I am your pen,
my mistake, I'm a squiggle
my pointer, I am your lesson,
my break, I am the call,
you are the stalk, and I am the pistil,
you and I are together forever,
My school!

4.
Thank you, teachers,
Because the Earth is round,
For Troy and for Carthage,
For benzochloropropylene,
For ZHI and SHI, for twice two,
For your kind words,
Those that we now keep within ourselves.
We THANK YOU for everything!