More songs by ЭЛЕКТРОСЛАБОСТЬ
Description
Somewhere on the edge of the village, in silence and neglected domesticity, lives a legendary man - with a whip, nostalgia and latex, who survived perestroika, sanctions and Pole of Miracles. In his world, everything has long since lost its meaning, but discipline remains: the house is clean, fantasies are under control, and the stop word, alas, has been forgotten. A little sad, a little absurd - like life, if you think about it.
There is no vulgarity in this song - only irony about how loneliness can be inventive. Old Terenty is not just a hero of provincial folklore, he is like a reminder: everyone holds on to their own thing, some to their dreams, some to their habits, some to chains and belts. And all this together sounds not like a scandal, but like a hymn to human strangeness - a little absurd, a little tender and painfully alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
На окраине деревни, вглядываясь в темноту, видела в окне я деда с красным шариком во рту.
На окраине деревни на холме стоит старинный дед
Хедов. Его все обходят стороной.
Чертовщина творится в нем.
Крики и лязганье цепей.
И каждый в городе слыхал, что в этом доме умер дед, но дед не умирал.
Старый БДСМщик Терентий избушку свою подметает плетью, за крюки себя вешает снова и снова.
Ему девяносто, он не помнит тот слово.
Старый БДСМщик Терентий, в игрушки его не играют дети и за просмотром "Поле чудес" себе от тоски выкручивает соски.
Говорят, к нему ездят из Москвы, в том числе иностранные послы.
И Терентий выходит на крыльцо, чтобы сесть на доверенное лицо. На верхушке его знают давно.
Он обслуживал все Политбюро.
Даже Брежнев любил сеансы -эти. -Хочу, чтобы плетью хлестал Терентий.
Старый БДСМщик Терентий на попу Андропову капал медью.
Не было шлепалки, когда он был молод, он использовал серп и молот.
У Горбачева на лбу пятно, лишь Терентий знает, откуда оно.
И дрожащей латексной рукой он зовет тебя за собой, за собой, за собой, за собой.
Если хочешь к нему на часок, мы подскажем тебе адресок.
Без общения Терентий скучает. Захвати ошейник и чего-нибудь к чаю.
English translation
On the outskirts of the village, peering into the darkness, I saw my grandfather in the window with a red ball in his mouth.
On the outskirts of the village on a hill stands an old grandfather
Hedov. Everyone avoids him.
The devil is going on inside him.
Screams and clanking of chains.
And everyone in the city heard that grandfather died in this house, but grandfather did not die.
The old BDSM man Terenty sweeps his hut with a whip, hangs himself by hooks again and again.
He's ninety, he doesn't remember that word.
Old BDSM artist Terenty, children don’t play with his toys, and while watching “Field of Miracles” he twists his nipples out of boredom.
They say that people from Moscow, including foreign ambassadors, come to see him.
And Terenty goes out onto the porch to sit on his confidant. People at the top have known him for a long time.
He served the entire Politburo.
Even Brezhnev loved these sessions. -I want Terenty to lash me with a whip.
The old BDSM specialist Terenty dripped copper onto Andropov’s ass.
There was no spanking when he was young, he used a hammer and sickle.
Gorbachev has a spot on his forehead, only Terentiy knows where it comes from.
And with a trembling latex hand he calls you to follow him, follow him, follow him, follow him.
If you want to visit him for an hour, we will tell you the address.
Without communication, Terenty gets bored. Grab your collar and something for tea.