Alexander Block -In the Restaurant ENG: VAR-2 Impro) -Александр Блок "В ресторане" #poetry

All Songs: https://staniHell.com ---------------------------------- The song is a combination of three poems by Alexander Blok: "In the Restaurant" (1910) "There are times, there are days when..." (22 November 1913) "Oh, I want to live madly..." (5 February 1914) Alexander Blok (1880–1921) was one of the leading Russian poets of the Silver Age of Russian Poetry, a period marked by symbolism and experimentation. He is considered a central figure of Russian Symbolism, drawing inspiration from mysticism, beauty, and the tension between the divine and the earthly. Blok’s early poetry often idealized a mystical "Beautiful Lady", reflecting his spiritual and romantic yearning. Later, his work turned darker and more political, especially during the Russian Revolution, with poems like The Twelve. His musical language, emotional intensity, and vivid imagery influenced generations of Russian poets and composers. Blok died young, at the age of 40, but left behind a rich poetic legacy. 🎵 Alexander Blok / А. Блок In the Restaurant [Verse 1] I will never forget (was it real or a lie?) That whole evening — like fire in the sky. The pale sky was burning, the twilight was wide, And the lanterns lit gold in the sky. ...gold in the sky... --- [Verse 2] I sat down by the window, the hall overflowed. Somewhere, soft strings were singing of love. I sent you a black rose floating in sparkling wine. In a golden glass filled with Ai’s glow. ...golden Ai’s glow... --- [Verse 3] You looked over. I caught, in confusion and fire, Your proud glance, and I gave you a bow. You turned coldly and spoke with a sneer: “That one's falling in love now.” ...falling into love... --- [Verse 4] The strings cried out loud in a wild, mad reply, And the bows sang their song from above... But you stayed close to me, with your youthful defy, And a faint trembling hand might have spoken of love. ...trembling of your hand... --- [Verse 5] You moved like a bird full of panic and fear, You passed like a dream soft and shy... The perfumes exhaled, your lashes drew near, And the silk whispered low with a sigh. ...silk whispered sigh... --- [Verse 6] But from mirrors you tossed me a sharp, burning gaze, And while tossing, you shouted: “Catch me!” And your necklace chimed, as a wild gypsy danced, Screaming of love to the flame-colored breeze. ...love to morning flame... --- [Verse 7] Like a frightened and furious bird, you fly, And dawn breaks red across the sky... With sorrow and passion, like a fiery creature, Comes the madness that love has bred... ...madness of love... --- [Verse 8 - final ] Oh, I want to live wildly and mad, To eternalize all that I’ve had, To give soul to the faceless and bare, make unfulfilled dreams lively and real! ...Make unreal things live... ...To love and to love... --- -- ORIGINAL: ---------------------------- Александр Блок: https://www.culture.ru/literature/poems/author-aleksandr-blok/tag-luchshie "В ресторане" Никогда не забуду (он был, или не был, Этот вечер): пожаром зари.. Сожжено́ и раздвинуто бледное небо, И на жёлтой заре — фонари. ..в заре — фонари... Я сидел у окна в переполненном зале. Где-то пели смычки о любви.. Я послал тебе чёрную розу в бокале: Золото́го, как небо, Аи. ..Золото́го Аи... Ты взглянула. Я встретил смущённо и дерзко Взор надменный и отдал поклон. Обратясь к кавалеру, намеренно резко Ты сказала: «И этот влюблён». ..«И этот влюблён».. сейчас же в ответ грянули струны, и Исступлённо запели смычки… Но была ты со мной: всем презрением юным, И с Чуть заметным дрожаньем руки… ..дрожаньем руки… рванулась Ты движеньем испуганной птицы, прошла Ты, словно сон мой ..легка… вздохнули духи, задремали ресницы, и Зашептались тревожно шелка. .. Зашептались шелка.. Но из глуби зеркал ты мне взоры бросала И, бросая, кричала: «Лови!..» А мони́сто бренчало, цыганка плясала И визжала заре о любви. ..заре о любви.. Испуганной, и дикой птицей Летишь ты, но заря — в крови… Тоскою, страстью, огневицей Идет безумье любви… ..безумье любви.. О, я хочу безумно жить: Всё сущее — увековечить, Безличное — очеловечить, Несбывшееся — воплотить! ..Несбывшееся — воплотить .. ...Любить и любить ..