Песни Но как не любя сумеем мы узнать себя? Как сможем мы понять себя, не любя? и клип Видеоклип Игорь Тальков и Ирина Аллегрова-Прощальный День

Artist: Игорь Тальков (English) Igor Talkov Song Title: Прощальный День (Day of Parting) BIOGRAPHY: While Igor Talkov is mostly remembered for his beautiful songs about love and fate, most of his work held a clearly political message against the Soviet regime, desperately calling for a change. This is one of the reasons why Talkov was never popular with the Soviet government; even as a performer renown and loved throughout the whole Soviet Union, he lived in a small two-room apartment with his wife and son, even composing his masterful lyrics and music "on top of the washing machine in the bathroom", according to the rumours. Curiously enough, he was not satisfied with Perestroika, claiming it to be nothing but the same regime under a different guise. In his post-Perestroika songs, he openly mocked the changes, calling them a ruse. Talkov was an avid reader of pre-revolutionary Russian history, which served as the inspiration for many of his songs. He even guaranteed at his last concert that he was willing to "back up" his lyrics with historical facts. He was fatally shot backstage at the Yubileiny concert hall in Leningrad, the next day was declared a national tragedy throughout the whole former Soviet Union. His funeral was a televised, nationwide event, where his casket was carried by some of the most prominent members of Russian stage to its burial. It is not uncommon to meet people in former Soviet countries who still dedicate October 6th to the honor of Igor Talkov. Talkov is interred in the Vagankovskoye Cemetery in Moscow. Lyrics: Из длинных слов течет река, В твоей руке - моя рука, Сегодня звездам падать лень, Сегодня наш прощальный день. И сколько красок у цветов, И сколько звуков у песков, И сколько капель у дождя, Узнали ты и я! Но как не любя сумеем мы узнать себя? Как сможем мы понять себя, не любя? Но как, не любя, сумеем мы узнать себя? Как много слов мы говорим, Но вот опять, в который раз, Мы лишь невольно повторим слова, Что сказаны до нас. И сколько красок у цветов, И сколько звуков у песков, И сколько капель у дождя, Узнали ты и я! Но как не любя сумеем мы узнать себя? Как сможем мы понять себя, не любя? Но как, не любя, сумеем мы узнать себя? Узнать себя