MYNH: 1st Time Hearing Viktor Tsoi (Kino) - Kukushka (Cuckoo). This Song is Brilliant & Tragic
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#Викто #Цой #кино - #кукушка
Original Video: • Viktor Tsoi- Kukushka
Lyrics:
How many songs I have left to write?
Tell me, cuckoo, sing to me.
Will I live in a city or in exile,
Will I lay like a stone or burn like a star?
A star.
My Sun - look at me,
My palm has turned into a fist,
And since there is gunpowder - give it fire.
Like that...
Who will follow in my lonely steps?
Strong and courageous
Have laid down their heads on the battlefield.
Few remain in clear memory,
Sober mind and firm hand in formation,
in formation.
My Sun - look at me,
My palm has turned into a fist,
And since there is gunpowder - give it fire.
Like that...
Where are you, carefree freedom?
With whom are you now
Greeting the gentle sunrise? Answer me.
Its good with you and bad without,
My patient shoulders and head go under the whip,
under the whip.
My Sun - look at me,
My palm has turned into a fist,
And since there is gunpowder - give it fire.
Like that...
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Thank you very mush for this review and reaction !
why does the author ask the cuckoo how many more songs could there be? we are talking about superstition, in Russia, if you hear a cuckoo in the forest, it is customary to ask her how many years of life are left. Analogy for a poet: the number of songs - the number of years
Спасибо за реакцию. Виктор Цой навсегда в наших сердцах!
У великих песен и великих артистов всегда миллионы смыслов, как и людей которые их слушают, а истинный смысл знал только Цой.
I am originally Russian and I cry all the time when I listen those songs 😢
I translated the song. I tried both verbatim and in meaning . Victor's every line is a metaphor. Probably , only people with a Russian mentality can understand him .
How many songs are still unwritten?
Say, cuckoo, sing
Should I live in the city or in the villages?
To be a stone
Or burn like a star, a star?
[chorus]
My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give me fire
That's it.
Who will follow the trail of the lonely one?
Strongs and braves
The heads were laid down in the field, in battle
Few people remained in the bright memory
In a sober mind and with a firm
With hand in the ranks, in the ranks
[chorus]
My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give me fire
That's it.
Where are you now, free will?
Who are you with now
Meet the gentle dawn, answer
It's good with you, but it's bad without you
The head and shoulders
are submissive under the lash, under the lash
[chorus]
My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give me fire
That's it.
[chorus]
My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give me fire
That's it.
The song is based on the myth that if you hear a cuckoo in the forest, the number of times it makes a sound is how long you have left to live.
"Солнце моё" ("my sun") is a common way to speak to loved ones in russian, something like "my sweetheart", and he continues like "my sweetheart, look what happend to me! I had a gentle palm ones, and it has turned into a fist now"
"Few remain in fond memory
In a sober mind, and with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks"
This is what they say about mentally healthy people who are able to act.
More than 30 years have passed and still goosebumps from this song. There is also a version of "Cuckoo" by Polina Gagarina, but it is perceived as a different song, with the same words but with a different meaning.
This is one of the last songs written by Viktor Tsoi.
❤❤❤Кино!!! 👍👍👍👍💋💋
In Russian tradition, there is a superstition, a kind of ritual, where upon hearing the characteristic song of the cuckoo, one asks, "Cuckoo-cuckoo, how much time do I have left to live?" The number of characteristic "coo-coo" sounds is believed to be the answer to how many years one will live. Viktor Tsoi sings about this in his song: "Tell me, cuckoo, how many unwritten songs are there, how much time do I have left?" This is a song about the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. The line "Если есть порох - дай огня" (translated as "If there is gunpowder, give fire") refers to the Russian proverb "there is still gunpowder in the flasks," which implies that a person still has potential or, in a narrower sense, skills left (for example, in old age).
Hi! You should listen the "General" song from 46 album and may be you'll change somehow your interpretation. Thank you for you channel, Ric D!
Thank you for Kino reaction! Kino songs are great and your reactions are great too. As I've already suggested, please listen to "Сказка" (Fairytale), "Пачка сигарет" (A pack of cigarettes) and "Апрель" (April). Also there're some legendary and well known songs as "Blood type": "Стук" (Knock), "Песня без слов" (Song without words), "Перемен" (We want changes) and "Последний герой" (The last hero). Will be waiting for new reactions, and, as always, your videos are great, thank you!
Victor Tsoi is a legend. Like Jim Morrison in the USA. He died young like him. His father is Korean. But no one will say that Viktor Tsoi is not Russian. He is the soul of Russia, like Pushkin, like Dostoevsky. His contemporaries will die, like me, but his work will live on. Therefore, after 30 years on the walls of our cities, "Viktor Tsoi is alive!!"
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Ric D REacts, Thank You for reaction. I already saw some others. You are a clever, intelligent man. God bless You. Best wishes for you and your family!
Wow, thank you
Fortune telling with the cuckoo is an ancient Slavic fortune telling. They ask the cuckoo how many years you have left to live and count how many times it will make its sounds. They also ask when I will meet my loved one. that’s why Victor in his song asks these questions to the cuckoo. A man wants to know his destiny
I'm already subscribed. You know, but thumbs up is always for you!!! Thanks for Victor. It really means a lot to every Russian and not only ... to everyone who speaks and thinks in Russian. I first heard it in 1987 when I served in the Soviet army and since then Viktor Tsoi has always been with me. This is truly a cult figure for everyone ... and even for those who are not his fans.
What really amazes me is that even with a not entirely correct translation, you capture the essence of the text. You are absolutely right when you say that Viktor Tsoi in all his songs tried to understand himself first of all.
"Who will follow the lonely trail? Strong and courageous heads laid down in the field, in battle."
The image of war, battle, but with whom is this battle? I think that the opposing side here is everyday life, the severity of everyday conformist life, and also, possibly, pressure from the authorities.
"Few people remained in bright memory, in a sober mind and with a firm hand in the ranks."
Victor feels like the same warrior who was left alone in the field. And he doubts that someone will want to voluntarily repeat his lonely feat, and therefore wonders if all his “unwritten songs” are needed or there is no point in them? But it remains behind the line.
For me, Victor is the Pushkin of the 20th century.
солнце - это жизнь, родитель всего живого на земле, спасибо за попытку разобраться!
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Hi there. Really appreciate your reaction videos on this band. Every time I hear them, it takes me back to my youth hood when this band was so popular.
Спасибо вам за то, что не просто слушаете, а стараетесь понимать!
Это очень ценно!
Но, позвольте мне кое-что прояснить про Цоя.
Я имею некоторые основания утверждать, что кое-что знаю про это.
В 98-01 годах я дружил с Марьяной Цой. Его первой женой, первым директором, матерью его сына. Она и сделала его звездой. Айзеншпиц перекупил его уже известного, легендарного. Перевёз в Москву из Питера...
Дело в том, что Виктор был абсолютно ассоциален. И потому абсолютно свободен от "системы". Он вообще, никаким образом, небыл революционером, или борцом с режимом. Совсем. Всё, что он писал - только о душе. О внутренней борьбе. Всегда!
И эта песня - такая же. Он уехал из Питера в столицу. От жены, которая ему служила, когда он ещё работал кочегаром, чтоб его не судили за тунеядство, от сына. К успешному продюсеру, в столицу, к несопоставимым гонорарам, к молодой невесте.
И начал понимать, что хрупкая надежда на смену власти - обман.
Айзеншпиц попытался сделать из Кино что-то вроде Ласкового Мая(если не в курсе - послушайте. Только не ешьте перед этим - стошнит). Его напрягали всю жизнь делать что-то подходящее для социалистического строя, для тех правил. А теперь стали напрягать делать что-то для правил капиталистических.
Не успели. Господь его забрал. Не дал продаться за деньги.
Некоторые его друзья серьёзно опасались, что он не выдержит, превратится в попсу.
А Марьяна, хоть и была оставлена с маленьким ребёнком, верила, что Виктора купить нельзя.
И оказалась права.
Ещё раз:
Виктор НИКОГОДА И НИЧЕГО не писал против страны, или государства!
ВСЁ, что его как-то волновало - только душа, внутренняя свобода и развитие. Он был настоящим самурай. Даже, скорее ронин - самурай без хозяина. Для него небыло внешних ограничений.
Именно поэтому его до сих пор слушают, и всегда будут слушать и поклонники СССР, и глубоко верующие сторонники Русской Империи, и панки с анархистами.
Миллионы людей, хоть раз задумавшихся о том, кто он сам, внутри, помимо всех внешних факторов - его фанаты!
И миллионы тех, кому эта мысль в голову не приходила - задумались об этом благодаря песням Цоя. И тоже стали его поклонниками.
Очень надеюсь, что автопереводчик поможет вам понять, что я написал.
Извините, моего английского недостаточно, чтоб общаться.
Ещё раз спасибо за ваши вдумчивые и глубокие реакции!
Thank you for telling me that and informing me of Tsoi's life and beliefs.
I think when a person strives to talk about freedom, for his soul, for his family, for his country, they all sound the same because we want to break the chains of restriction: emotions and regrets, financial obligations, human freedom and freedom for society. They can all sound familiar even when so different.
But I understand what you mean.
Thank you very much!
@@ricdreacts Нет, вы не поняли. К сожалению. Человек все правильно написал.
Thank you for this beautiful testimony. I am from Germany and even without being able to sing along, I live his music. It's about living in all facettes. I try to understanding and by doing so, I think I already do. I wish you and everyone all the best. This is eternal music, from the first human up until the very last. Thank you for explaining. I hope the translator does a good job, if anyone will ever read this. Peace for you. Wether is is the soviet union, russia, america, germany, whatever year, red and yellow days will come and go and the star called sun will shine.
Enjoy your pack of cigarettes, whatever it may be for you. Luckily we don't always need to understand things to feel them. May you all rest well and peaceful
From one dreaming friend to another
Kino - guitar vocals Viktor Tsoi, solo guitar Yuri Kasparian, bass Igor Tikhomirov, drums Georgy Guryanov.
Hi! I am from Russia. There is a lot of Russsian rock music,which is not known in the West.If you talk about this it will be very good.Thanks.
such a great song with such a sad backstory, Kino and Viktor Tsoi never fail to impress with their music. As always, great video Ric!
If you are curious about the Soviet rock scene and the creation of Kino, the movie "Leto" (The Summer) from 2017 talks about that. Really good movie showing their working conditions, but also who inspired them.
I really want to watch this! It's hard to find, especially with English subtitles.
Thank you 👍👍👍
Yes, he really talks a lot about the Sun almost in every song. Also I feel some "sun energy" in Kino's music. I've seen a channeling video with his spirit and there he told that in one of his past lives he was some being that lived on the Sun (or directly near the Sun ), those kind of beings are called plazmoids - imagine some kind of a "ball lighting". He also told that when he was a kid during his life as Viktor in his dreams his "friends" from the this "Sun life" visited him, they were looking like some kind of glowing balls. He told about those dream to his mother and the mother told him to better not talk about those dreams to other people ;) Also, if I'm not mistaken, he told that in one of his other past lives he was a Roman soldier who died in a fight with the "barbarians".
Thank You for reacting of Viktor Tsoy! ❤❤❤❤❤❤
Listen to some of Тёплая Трасса (a little-known Siberian Punk band I was aquainted with for some years, a long time ago) and Адаптация (a slightly more known Kazach Punk band) when you have the time:)
Hello! You have a wonderful imaginative mindset!!! The way you heard the meditative sound of music, similar to a person's inner thoughts, is very valuable!!! Few people think about it! But, the moment when at the end of the song giara Tsoi falls silent, and the band continues to play...I have no words - it's cool!!! This is a great example of how to think!!! Thank you!!!
Wow, thank you!
translation you got not quite exact, but original words may be interpreted in many different ways. Anyway mood and atmosphere is the thing anyone can get from international language of music.
with pauses, it's hard to get carried away, but the ending did its job
Tzoy is alive! Thanks, Rick
Regarding politics. Viktor himself said in one of his interviews that people interpret too much politics in his songs. For example he has a song called "peremen" ("we want changes") and referring it he said he doesn't think this song is a protest song. If you read the lyrics you can rather interpret this song as some kind of personal or social (related to collective psychology of human beings) song. Also I think, this song, Kukushka, is some sort of a personal song which is not related to Afgan War or Perestroika (maybe only far and indirectly). Rather I'd interpret it as some longing for more personal and artistic freedom because of some family problems and lack of free time (Kino were touring a lot last years) or danger to become a celebrity - in some interview Tsoi literally said that after he became a famous he is afraid of going outside because who knows what is going on in his fans heads, who knows, maybe some crazy fan decides to hit him with some baseball bat on the head from behind.
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With this, we brake USSR
Hello, Ric! Your interpretation of lyrics is always substantive, and your understanding is deep! Love your reactions! This song was covered by modern Russian singers like Polina Gagarina ruclips.net/video/T1Co32bmmRw/видео.html and Shaman ruclips.net/video/k4u6MwlsHGg/видео.html. Their takes on this song are different from the original but stunning anyway. Hope you'll find a chance to react to those ones.
Полина Гагарина и Шаман - проститутки, обслуживающие сумасшедшего Путина. Они просто присвоили песню Цоя для своих политических нужд.
I think you've misunderstood quite a lot in that song though it's understandable.
(Just for future references try not to understand "freedom" or other relaited words in the same way you were taught... it's just... hard to say, another meaning 🤔)
Рик, мы не были угнетены в Советском Союзе, и Цой не был угнетен. Да, он не хотел играть по правилам, но это и есть удел панков. Да, нас ограничивали, а когда перестали - начался беспредел.
Какой же из Цоя панк? Разве что всех подряд грести под одну гребёнку, типа - поколение зумеров
Maybe he has even seen the worse future, that came upon Russia with perestroika, who knows.
For many people, it was the start of a horrible time, all the way through the ninties, which folllowed.
Чтоб лучше понять песню ищите каверы на английском языке.
Спасибо.
I was thinking, that, if I ask you for some new reactions, then I should give you proper translations. So, translations for songs "Fairytale", "A pack of cigarettes" and "April" will be under that comment. Enjoy! Also, the translations were made by chatgpt, but were double-checked by me and I found them to be quite good.
"Fairytale":
Another new day begins,
Once again, the morning hits the window with a spotlight; And the phone remains silent: disconnected.
Once again, there is no sun in the sky, once again, it's every man for himself in the fight,
And it seems to me that the sun is nothing more than a dream.
On the screen of the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending.
A strange fairytale.
And rain beats down like a machine gun, and autumn walks through the streets;
And the wall of brick-clouds is strong.
The trees got sick with a plague, they got sick even in the spring;
And the leaves that waved to us from above will fall from our palms.
There, outside the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending.
A strange fairytale.
And then, she will come. (I'm not sure, that Death is "she" in English, so you need to know, that Viktor is talking about Death)
Get ready, she will say, let's go, return the body to the earth.
Well, the body didn't quite finish singing.
Well, the body didn't receive enough love. A strange affair.
There, outside the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending.
A strange fairytale.
"A pack of cigarettes":
I sit and look at an unfamiliar sky from an unfamiliar window
And I don't see a single familiar star
I walked on all the roads, here and there
Turned around and couldn't see any footprints
But if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
Then everything isn't so bad for today
And a plane ticket with silver wings
That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground
And no one wanted to be guilty without wine
And no one wanted to stoke the fire with bare hands ("To stoke the fire with bare hands" is a phraseological unit meaning “Do work with someone else’s hands” or “Use the results of someone else’s work”)
But without music, life isn't beautiful
And without music, I don't want to fade away
But if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
Then everything isn't so bad for today
And a plane ticket with silver wings
That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground
And if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
Then everything isn't so bad for today
And a plane ticket with silver wings
That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground
"April":
Above the ground, it's freezing
Touch everything - it is all ice
Only in my dreams do drops sing
And snow falls like a wall
Snow falls all day long
And behind that wall, April is waiting
He'll come and bring spring with him
And disperse the gray clouds' army
But when we all look into his eyes
Sorrow will look back at us from his eyes
And the doors of houses will open
So sit down, for there's no truth in your feet (a Russian phraseological unit, which just means "go take a sit, don't stand")
And when we all look into his eyes
We'll see the light of the sun in those eyes
Countless wounds on the body
Difficult steps
Only a star burns in the chest
And April will die
And be born anew
And come forever
He'll come and bring spring with him
And disperse the gray clouds' army
But when we all look into his eyes
Sorrow will look back at us from his eyes
And the doors of houses will open
So sit down, for there's no truth in your feet
And when we all look into his eyes
We'll see the light of the sun in those eyes
Её не слушают, по кускам
ruclips.net/video/mN5d5KWJp0Y/видео.htmlsi=ws-j8XOsYt8TJDjS КИНО - Легенда
ruclips.net/video/DFtOELd5pEI/видео.htmlsi=yjBzBRsb5nZFRcyw Игорь Тальков - Я вернусь
Ya vernus' (Я вернусь)
I’ll return
Я мечтаю вернуться с войны,
I am dreaming to return from war
На которой родился и рос,
During which I was born and brought up
На руинах нищей страны
At impoverished ruined soil
Под дождями из слез.
Under rain of tears drop-out
Но не предан земле тиран,
But the tyrant’s not buried yet
Объявивший войну стране,
That declared war on this soil
И не видно конца и края
And there seems to be no plug or end
Этой войне.
To this war.
Я пророчить не берусь,
I am not going to presage
Но точно знаю, что вернусь,
I am aware I’ll return to stage
Пусть даже через сто веков,
Maybe in some another age
В страну не дураков, а гениев.
Not at fool’s cage but land of genius
И, поверженный в бою,
Being a battle casualty
Я воскресну и спою
I’ll rise from grave and will sing
На первом дне рождения страны,
At very first day that we’ll celebrate
вернувшейся с войны.
Returning from the war.
А когда затихают бои,
But when battle sometimes slackens off
На привале, а не в строю
At clock-hour halt, but not in line
Я о мире и о любви
About peace and about love
Сочиняю и пою.
I compose, sing and write
Облегченно вздыхают враги,
The opponents heave sigh of relief
А друзья говорят: "Устал..."
And my friends just say “It’ a jolt…”
Ошибаются те и другие:
All of them misjudge me by their own belief
Это привал.
It’s clock-hour halt
Привал.
Just halt.
Я завтра снова в бой сорвусь,
Tomorrow I’ll show my rampage
Но точно знаю, что вернусь,
I am aware I’ll return to stage
Пусть даже через сто веков
Maybe in some another age
В страну не дураков, а гениев.
Not at fool’s cage but land of genius
И, поверженный в бою,
Being a battle casualty
Я воскресну и спою
I’ll rise from grave and will sing
На первом дне рождения страны,
At very first day that we’ll celebrate
вернувшейся с войны.
Returning from the war.
С войны-вернусь.
I’ll return from the war
Вернусь.
I’ll return
попробуйте перевести эти песни: ruclips.net/video/5hVfxEc6WyY/видео.html&pp=ygUb0YTQu9GR0YAg0YjQtdC70LrQvtC_0YDRj9C0
из детских сказок
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this song is not listened to in parts
если очень хочется послушать и понять о чем поют, то послушай Александра Башлачева - Время колокольчиков. Вот это действительно будет интересно. if you really want to listen and understand what they are singing about, then listen to Alexander Bashlachev - The Time of bells. This is really going to be interesting
Already did!
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Enjoy! Let me know what you think of my reaction!
Some parts of this sound very silly to me as a Russian. You're projecting sentiments purposely formulated in the western society towards the ideological enemy. So you immediately jump to interpreting some of these vague lyrics, that can mean anything, with simplistic paradigms that you have about this time and place.
Kino -> Soviet Union -> bad, oppression, gulag -> the lyrics must be talking about struggle against USSR, it's end and future.
Watch Soviet movies, read Soviet authors (the ones people actually read in USSR, not the anti-Soviet dissidents purposely popularized in the west), try to learn how the society functioned, what was actually on people's minds. Otherwise sounds silly.
Apologies if I sound rude.
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Do the Russians Want a War? (Soviet Songs in English) ruclips.net/video/pM3zaHmc5ew/видео.htmlsi=u7yw2O6SiXHttkJ_ Песня была написана в 1961 году, когда мир стоял на пороге третьей мировой!
Кто востаргается реакцией, вы ПРЕДАЛИ Виктора!!! любому лично предъявлю!
Стремитесь себе сколотить славу фанатика?
чё предъявишь?