How Konstantin Evgenievich was quarreled with Yuri Julianovich. Magazine for the intellectual elite of society in the complexes is born there is no more than that

"ROCK-N-ROLL
(Rock-N-Roll is us) "
(K. Kinchev)

Enters the album

Comments:

I do not remember exactly, but someone said that Rock-N-Roll is he.
In the complexes are born there is no more than that.
(Kinchev)
I remember the time when every string was not a chance for ringing,
(Grigoryan)
And every sound dreamed of die for nature.
(Galanine)

We were not enough, Makar was right - in battles hit litter losses
(SCLEAR)
Rock then bordered with a prison, but waited for change.
(Novels)
By rhythm T-shirt, by chords B.G. I opened this door
(Chizh)
And as Tsoi, she swayed the night with ripple veins.
(Borsykin)

Counting nights in the afternoon.
We are not enough but so far we are in the way
In us burns open fire
(all, highlights BG)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

We were together according to the laws of war - each in your turn
(Sukachev and Shahrin)
We changed the truth for pain, it was easier to breathe
(Butusov)
When one of us fell in a peak on the next priese,
We asked not to vote and do not accompany
(Self-sized)

Fire Sashbash was not satisfied with life,
(Vasiliev)
for the plague, the metal is twisted,
(Kinchev)
Pulse Cereals - "I stay" not change.
(Sukachev)
Ori them Garik, painting the shower "Plach",
(Sklyar and Galanine)
as a rival heart, he said:
(Shahrin)
"When our bonfires bloom, it will be znob."
(Revyakin)

We are moving through the strings of hearts,
Counting nights in the afternoon.
We are not enough but so far we are in the way
In us burns open fire
(all, highlights BG)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

Shevchuk, Shahrin, Bourzikin, Nick Rock-N-Roll, Sklensky, Ay-Yai-Yai, Ricochet,
(KING AND THE CLOWN)
Letov, Grigoryan, cleaners, pigs, paratochuk
(Pooh)
Vasilyev, Fedorov, Samoyov, Chizh, Sklyar, Butusov, Yanka, Pate,
(Fedorov)
Prince, Galanin, Chacha, pot, damn yes spider.
(Grigoryan)

Of course, this is clearly not all in the list of decent names,
Who managed to fill the heart pain pain.
(Makarevich)
I do not remember exactly, but someone said that Rock-N-Roll is he
(Pooh)
And I decided to put the question: - And then are we then?
(Kinchev)

We are moving through the strings of hearts,
Counting nights in the afternoon.
We are not enough but so far we are in the way
In us burns open fire
(everything)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

ROCK-N-ROLL
ROCK-N-ROLL
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(everything) I Do Not Remember Exactly, But Someone SAID THAT THE ROCK-N-ROLL - THIS IS IT.
In The Complexes of Arrogance Is Born, Not More Thank.
(Kinchev)
I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN ALL THE STRING WAS NOT GIVEN A CHANCE TO CHIME
(Grigoryan)
AND EVERY SOUND WANTED TO DIE FOR NATURE.
(Galanin)

There Were Few, Makar Was Right - In The Battle Grew Stronger The Bitterness Of Losses
(Sklar)
Rock Then Bordered The Prison, But Was Waiting For a Change.
Romanov)
By Mike Rhythm, Chords BG I Would Open the Door
(SISKIN)
And Choi, Rocked The Night Throbbing Veins.
(Borzykin)

AS WE LIT THE OPEN FIRE
(All Stands BG)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

We Were Together Under The Laws of War - Each in His Turn
(Sukachev and Shahrin)
We Changed The Truth Of The Pain-So It Was Easier to Breathe
(Butusov)
WHEN ONE OF US BROKE INTO A DIVE AT THE NEXT BEND,
We Were Asked Not to Wail and Escort
Samoilov)

Fire Sashbasha Not Get Enough Of Life
(Vasiliev)
PLAGUE YEARNS FOR METAL
(Kinchev)
Pulse Cereals - "I" M Staying "Not Be Changed.
(Sukachev)
Ori Them Garik, Pain VypleSni "Crying"
(Sklar and Galanin)
how Revyakin Heart Said:
(Shahrin)
"WHEN ZADUYUT OUR FIRES, YOU WILL SHIVER."
(Revyakin)

We Are Moving On The Strings Of Hearts,
Considering The Night The Day.
WE ARE FEW, But We Are On The Road
AS WE LIT THE OPEN FIRE
(All Stands BG)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

Shevchuk, Shahrin, Borzykin, Nick Rock-N-Roll, Shkliarsky, Ai-Yai-Yai, Ricochet,
(King and The Clown)
Letov, Grigoryan, Chistyakov, Pig, Parashchuk
(Pooh)
Vasilaev, Fedorov, Samoilov, Siskin, Sklyar, Butusov, Janka, Pate,
Fedorov)
Prince, Galanin, Chacha, Pot, Hell Yes Spider.
(Grigoryan)

Of Course, This Is Clearly Not In The List of All Decent Names
Who Was Able to Fill The Heart Strings Of Pain.
(Makarevich)
I Do Not Remember Exactly, But Someone SAID, IF Rock-N-Roll - This Is It
(Pooh)
SO I Decided to Put The Question - AND THEN WHO ARE WE?
(Kinchev)

We Are Moving On The Strings Of Hearts,
Considering The Night The Day.
WE ARE FEW, But We Are On The Road
AS WE LIT THE OPEN FIRE
(all)
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(Kinchev)

ROCK-N-ROLL
ROCK-N-ROLL
ROCK-N-ROLL.
(all)

Friends, here is a quote from the recording of a recent chat with Konstantin Kinchev. Very entertaining.

mikluho: Konstantin Eugenevich, the new song Rock and Roll is such an answer to Shevchuk. What did you come so "walk" one of the former associates?
Konstantin_kinchev: First of all, Shevchuk remains a companion. Just a statement that rock and roll I seemed to me bold and arrogant. So Born the song

After reading this, I naturally became interested. Well, I found the text of this very new song on the network. Here it is.

ROCK-N-ROLL

I do not remember exactly, but someone said that Rock-N-Roll is he.
In the complexes are born there is no more than that.
I remember the time when every string was lack of place for ringing,
And every sound dreamed of die for nature.

We were not enough, Makarevich was right - in battles hit losses in battles.
Rock then bordered with a prison, but waited for change.
By rhythm T-shirt, by chords B.G. I opened this door
And as Tsoi, she swayed the night with ripple veins.

We are moving through the strings of hearts,
Counting nights in the afternoon.
We are not enough but so far we are in the way
In us burns open fire
ROCK-N-ROLL.

We were together according to the laws of war, each in your turn,
We changed the truth for pain, it was easier to breathe.
When one of us fell in a peak on the next priese,
We asked not to vote and do not wish.

Fire Sashbash was not satisfied with life, metal flashes metal,
Pulse cereals - "And I stay" not to change.
Ori them Garik, painting a shower "Crying", as Revyakin rightly said:
"When our bonfires bloom, it will be znob."

Shahrin, Borsikin, Letov, Nick Rock-N-Roll, Sklensky, Ay-Yai-Yai, Ricochet,
Noise, Grigoryan, cleaners, pigs, paratochuk.
Vasilyev, Fedorov, Samoyov, Chizh, Sklyar, Butusov, Yanka, Pate,
Prince, Galanin, Chacha, pot, damn yes spider.

Of course, this is clearly not all in the list of decent names,
Who managed to fill the heart pain pain.
I do not remember exactly, but someone said that Rock-N-Roll is he
And I decided to put the question: - And then are we then?

28.08.2005. Saba.

But if someone suddenly knows, lyrics in Yuri Julianovich Shevchuk, who so angted Konstantin Evgenievich.

Mom, it's rock and roll

There were times and better, were and scratch
Rook rains and cheerful coughes, died the nights no days
There were times and pluddly, and were just - drink, eat, yes walk
Pounded and cleaned drunk faces of the songs of our cheerful flocks

There were times and clearer, and were simple - nor yes nor no
Rock and Roll born in one thousand nine hundred and a half years
Our songs are love and hunger, spring was bored under our songs
Dragged the sickle and hammer throat, blessed our world war
Mom, it's rock and roll, rock is me

When the power was lying on the street, in front of drunken beaches
And the eagle looked like a chicken, and the country was just a draw
When the wind grew to us hands, the barkaricad
On Love only dranny pants, and a cruel hungry look
Mom, it's rock and roll, rock is me

And, having sought on the pockets of speech, the future is your mother!
You climbed to me on the shoulders, and on the stage I ran the scene
And we changed the wine into the water, getting out of the ashes of the bow
For violins that can easily die from this longing
Mom, it's rock and roll, rock is me

So, you, of course, forgive me, but, in my opinion, it is complete nonsense. Disassembly in style: "Take your toys do not write in my pot." Only we had lacking disputes about who did it all the same for rock and roll - Kinchev or Shevchuk? I somehow understand the song of Shevchuk quite differently, in the sense that Rock and Roll is his essence, he dedicated him all his life and no matter how much it was dissolved. In addition, in our troubled times you can talk only about yourself. He said about herself that the rock and roll for him is all. And Kinchev listed the whole list of surnames. Hardly BG in the present state will be checked at the mention of him in connection with the concept of "rock and roll", unlikely, the Samoylov brothers are such a rocker, hardly spiderman and the pate so fit this company, not to mention Vasilyev. In general, it is necessary to answer first of all for yourself, and others will understand themselves. Moreover, the essence of the dispute is absolutely stupid. I remember a joke:
Doorbell. A woman comes to the door and asks: who is there?
- Mom, this is me - a children's voice is heard.
- Noeee, Mom is Yayayayayaya
Somehow even ashamed of our veterans. Only no one for some reason remembers the old song of Vladimir Shahrin and the Teiff group. That's about this.

Rock "N" ROLL is me



After all, we are his children Rock "N" ROLL is me !!!

We played ombre, basically braced.
We did a lot just like that, hagging.
But I love those days of diamond days.
When I was in the circle of my best friends.

We took chords, climbing the table.
And he all liked this our Rock "N" Roll.
But those who he liked I have not met for a long time.
And those with whom I sang almost lost.

I love to listen to the modern Rock "n" roll.
He is in fashion again, he is undoubtedly good.
But it seems to me, he will lose a lot without such guys,
After all, we are his children Rock "N" ROLL is me !!!

How to be with this? Why didn't it outraged anyone then nor now?

Crospost B.