Ada Yakusheva - Song About Moscow | Ада Якушева - Песенка о Москве
At her best, Ada Yukasheva (Ада Якушева, 1934 - 2012), Yuri Vizbor's first wife, was a great Soviet bard with novel ideas. Although lacking the dynamism and range of her better-known contemporaries, she excelled at both love songs and meditations on nature. This performance of "Song About Moscow" must have been recorded well before her death in 2012, as it looks similar to her performances in the 1980s and 1990s. It remains one of her best-known compositions, taking an ostensibly sad event -- the bombing of Moscow in World War II -- and turning it into a reason for artistic creation, memory, and more. Watch our translated playlist of the best Soviet bard music, which features more songs by Ada Yakusheva: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqmUe_MeXGU Read our in-depth examination of Russian bard music: https://www.automachination.com/russian-bard-soviet-poet-century-tradition/ If you found this video useful, support us on our Patreon page and get patron-only content: https://www.patreon.com/automachination Subscribe to the ArtiFact podcast on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3xw2M4D Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/3wLpqEV Google Podcasts: https://bit.ly/3dSQXxJ Amazon Music: https://amzn.to/2SVJIxB Podbean: https://bit.ly/3yzLuUo iHeartRadio: https://ihr.fm/3AK942L Read more from the automachination universe: https://automachination.com Read Alex Sheremet’s (archived) essays: https://alexsheremet.com Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/automachination Tags: #russia, #russian, #lyrics, #songwriter, #song Russian & English lyrics: Песенка о Москве В институте под сводами лестниц Одержимые жаждой творить Написать захотели мы песню И на память Москве подарить: Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Написать бы о том, как по крышам Скачут светлые капли дождя? Или, может быть, лучше напишем Как весною бульвары галдят? Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Как шоссе убегает куда-то, Как рассвет над Москвою стоит, Как в кривых переулках Арбата Прячет солнце закаты свои. Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Долго мерзли в холодном подвале Зажигала Москва фонари Все затихло, а мы увидали Что нам нечего, вроде, дарить. Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Song About Moscow At school under the arches of stairs Taken by the desire to create We wanted to write a song And gift to the memory of Moscow. The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? Should we write how, on the roofs, Jump big drops of rain Or, maybe, we should write How the boulevards hum in spring? The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? How the highway runs away somewhere Or how Pushkin stands over the square Or how in the street of the Arbat The sun hides its sunsets? The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? Long freezing in a cold basement Moscow lit up its lamps Everything quieted and we saw That we had nothing to gift. The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough?
At her best, Ada Yukasheva (Ада Якушева, 1934 - 2012), Yuri Vizbor's first wife, was a great Soviet bard with novel ideas. Although lacking the dynamism and range of her better-known contemporaries, she excelled at both love songs and meditations on nature. This performance of "Song About Moscow" must have been recorded well before her death in 2012, as it looks similar to her performances in the 1980s and 1990s. It remains one of her best-known compositions, taking an ostensibly sad event -- the bombing of Moscow in World War II -- and turning it into a reason for artistic creation, memory, and more. Watch our translated playlist of the best Soviet bard music, which features more songs by Ada Yakusheva: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqmUe_MeXGU Read our in-depth examination of Russian bard music: https://www.automachination.com/russian-bard-soviet-poet-century-tradition/ If you found this video useful, support us on our Patreon page and get patron-only content: https://www.patreon.com/automachination Subscribe to the ArtiFact podcast on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3xw2M4D Apple Podcasts: https://apple.co/3wLpqEV Google Podcasts: https://bit.ly/3dSQXxJ Amazon Music: https://amzn.to/2SVJIxB Podbean: https://bit.ly/3yzLuUo iHeartRadio: https://ihr.fm/3AK942L Read more from the automachination universe: https://automachination.com Read Alex Sheremet’s (archived) essays: https://alexsheremet.com Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/automachination Tags: #russia, #russian, #lyrics, #songwriter, #song Russian & English lyrics: Песенка о Москве В институте под сводами лестниц Одержимые жаждой творить Написать захотели мы песню И на память Москве подарить: Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Написать бы о том, как по крышам Скачут светлые капли дождя? Или, может быть, лучше напишем Как весною бульвары галдят? Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Как шоссе убегает куда-то, Как рассвет над Москвою стоит, Как в кривых переулках Арбата Прячет солнце закаты свои. Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Долго мерзли в холодном подвале Зажигала Москва фонари Все затихло, а мы увидали Что нам нечего, вроде, дарить. Город светлый, город чудный! Или все тебе спето давно? Или новое выдумать трудно Или просто нам мало дано? Song About Moscow At school under the arches of stairs Taken by the desire to create We wanted to write a song And gift to the memory of Moscow. The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? Should we write how, on the roofs, Jump big drops of rain Or, maybe, we should write How the boulevards hum in spring? The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? How the highway runs away somewhere Or how Pushkin stands over the square Or how in the street of the Arbat The sun hides its sunsets? The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough? Long freezing in a cold basement Moscow lit up its lamps Everything quieted and we saw That we had nothing to gift. The city is light, the city is marvelous Or is it that everything has been sung long ago? Or that it is hard to think of something new Or just that we weren't given enough?