[000:00:00;00] silk, some other things, i have summer shirts made there, because i can’t go to mike’s, i think it’s, well, mine, like everyone else, it’s somehow sloppy, or some kind of dirt , some kind of, i love these you in a silk shirt, beautiful, smelling good, and well, to be somehow handsome, i probably don’t know, besides the filming, besides the performances, what this handsome one was like for me. the suit is extraordinary, i’m in it, yes, and this is it, it withstood some crazy ones at that time , five, in my opinion, no no, now i’ll say it was worth it

500 euros i remember exactly, it’s a corset, a skirt and, well, a coat or something, do you still have jeans? it’s just the coolest thing now , i don’t know, in short, we were fashionable, that’s how i’ll tell you, i had a noise, we thought how - that moment, you know what year, ninety-six, i remember exactly, you must remember, like yes, well, because in the ninety -fifth place, and this is dulchabana, that’s all , you see with me, this is where this is where this is the red background, we in a snowstorm, and this is by the way, and very fashionable too, this is leather and llama, this llama is my moment, this is jatrois. i went to paris specifically for shopping, and bought myself enough things , here’s the scene, we had a radison, there was some wealthy girl in the nineties, it was straight, wealthy, but what to do, the thing is that i really very much, i’m alone with my dad, and he loved me, he earned enough and spoiled me, in the literal sense, you’re lucky, and this is a tv photo,

my favorite photo in my entire career, this... they just built the only plastic crossing this one and on the second day, when it opened, we went there and filmed a blizzard, yes a blizzard with a red background a telice, well, by the way, and this is my birthday, it’s me in black alisherovsky, this is my birthday, yes it’s good, but what’s so sad about a birthday, yes this is some kind of moment, oh my god , tired of guests, congratulations, congratulations, we survived in the nineties, so we have nothing to worry about, thank you very much , thank you, the summer rains have stopped, but she said autumn, wait for winter, but i didn’t have to wait all winter,

i’m staying with you for the winter. tell me yes is my answer tell me yes bliss. battle, the summer rains died down, but she said it's late, but it's gone,

and now i'm staying with you for the winter. this was not a bad podcast, today we made an incredible, vibrant journey into the nineties, watch us on the first website and stay trending. hello dear friends, the following joke was published in the krokodil magazine in 1979: a boy approaches his long-haired father, who is carefree strumming a guitar and asks: dad, what will you be when you grow up? gentlemen, this is the sunday group, it is 45 years old today.

gentlemen, look how you have grown. and look at myself. dear friends, i am convinced that my generation will now cling to the screens, and let’s remember what it was like when there were trees. large, group: sunday, all the conversations later, who’s to blame for the fact that you’re tired, that you didn’t find what you were waiting for, you lost everything, that you were looking for so much, rose into the sky, fell, and whose fault is that day after day life is passing away, a stranger way, i have become lonely, your house has become lonely and it’s empty outside your window and the light is dimming and the sounds are silent and new torments are looking for hands and if your pain subsides, then

there will be a new trouble! who is to blame, tell me brother, one is married, the other is rich, one is funny, the other is in love, one is a fool, the other is your enemy, and whose fault is it, what is there, they wait for each other, and thus they live, but the day is long, and the night is empty, the warm places are crowded, and the light fades, and they are silent

sounds, and new torment, are looking for hands, and if your pain subsides, then there will be a new misfortune, who is to blame, what is the secret, that there is no grief

, there is no happiness, there is no success without defeat, and it’s even on the score, it’s no one’s fault that you’re alone and live. life is one and so long and so boring, and you still expect that you will die someday, and the light will fade, and the sounds will be silent, and new torments, i’m looking for ways, if your pain subsides, then

there will be a new beta, if now some child, late to fall asleep, came up to the tv, dad, what was that? it's sunday, son! in 1979, these bells, today they are number one in fashion, of course, as you can probably guess, we came to visit each other, turned on these six-pin bells in each other’s sides. this is understandable, but sooner or later romanov’s voice began to sound, what is this, this guy came from moscow, brought it but this sunday, now i’ll tell you, this is so

obvious from rostov, but how it was clear from moscow, how the group “resurrection” became, we played mainly at dances, we played basically all kinds of farm stuff, so that people would dance, but now we dared to play their songs and i would have been surprised when it turned out that the guys stopped dancing, came up to the speakers and started listening, well, firstly, alyosha sings like a god, but most importantly, he also writes, that’s... that’s why the canopy gold everything you did for yourself, i would say that sunday is the group that did themselves, there weren’t any producers yet , no one in the world was a music director yet, these people seemed to know what to do, or maybe they did know, say, well, we’ll carry you in our arms and so, even if you’ll go out and be silent, but there’s something new, that’s what you came up with new recently. years, there is this, and after a while we will show you, now

there will be another song in miminori, which we, well, literally really like, it’s very dear, just tell me who we’re with today see you, sergey timofeev, bass guitar, well, i'm sorry, we know your timofeev, comrades, alexey krabkov , on drums, yuri smolikov, on keys, happiness, dima debrov, fan, vocals, vocals, yes, yes, no, no, i'm the band's ear , teach me to live, teach me to do something, my nights and days are rich. as if dreams

are short, and what loves through sleep, what breathes on behalf of the body, is only a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. teach me what to choose, between black and white, so that other people’s goods are not divided into yours and mine, give me flattering thoughts, fantasize between in part and as a whole, give me a high goal.

teach me to live, bring me paper wings, freedom and conscience, do not leave me in a storm in calm clothes from trouble, for what has been and will be. and how i will finally calm down, give me a soul in the palms of water, the reflection of a star, and what i have acquired, lived, is dust, i don’t regret anything, what was knee-deep in lies, what was up to my neck in melancholy, teach

me again, i am nothing i don’t know how, but what i have is a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. dear friends, this is an anthropology podcast, first things first. next, the group celebrates the resurrection the forty-fifth anniversary before our eyes, led by

alexei romanov as usual. please tell me, today you hear your colleagues, how they work, how they write songs, do you see what is popular today, how could you compare the trend in songwriting in the late seventies and today? no, dimochik, i won’t, i won’t, dear, because now every teenager on an ipad can do it. a normal track in a commercial sense, corrupt, and artificaltel, here’s another thing, oh yes, because of this we are gradually. we stop, that is, it’s loaded with how many channels there are on tv, suddenly you hear this terrible music, these terrible voices of the actors and the sound is gone, then it’s good that there is a remote control, but as for, well, we

were at a festival in izhevsk recently, there is an amazing team, they play the music that we understand, that music , which we don’t... understand, it’s in these dishes in the speakers that these people are playing, they will grow up, and maybe they will become wiser, that now you and i will show people, but it’s not you and me, but you , time has probably run out, song postkovnaya, yes, the text lay there for quite a long time, i was still figuring out what it was about this, the roof on noterdam has already burned down, and for yes... i began to understand the song , which is quite long in a key that is difficult for a guitarist, but this is absolutely unimportant, because now we’ll try, so that means this is literally a bad week for this song, yes no, there is no year, for me a week without year is the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday, this is for me 10 years ago, and this is yesterday 5 years ago, so the song

was just written by the group of resurrection. the time has run out, the die has been cast, the hour has struck, the baggage has been packed, the harvest, the catch, the spoils, there is no rest in that will, the time has come to flow like a river, and crumble, in the yellow flame of azat, count the dead cards with an evil hope, burning out in the sharp teeth of the gears, whose calculations are stubborn , the bell will ring, as if the sentries will arrive, they guard

the distribution, guard the waste, watch over waste, everyone will believe. everyone gets enough sleep, it’s too late to hide behind the door, the speech is dark, the melancholy is indistinct, something for the wind to play with, the fire has been going on for half an hour, it’s not sweet here, it’s not holy there, when i’m dancing at the hub . the cart is running low, time is slow, majestic, the cup is overflowing, a ringing drop knock over, and runs uncontrollably, a frightened

squirrel, in a crazy wheel. and runs uncontrollably, a frantic squirrel in a crazy wheel. well, i hope that our grandchildren at this hour felt this taste of moscow rock-roll, how would you lyosha, you

divided the history of the group into periods? i came from the camps, from the military, with a haircut, wearing dark glasses , yes, much like now, yes, wearing dark glasses, two of my old friends came to see me, zhenya margules and seryozhka vago, these are my precious friends. come on - he says, you have a song, let's say let's cook something, because the opportunity arose, before the moscow olympics of the eightieth year, to post on radio moscow world service, some uncontrolled editors with then on the medium waves there were successful acquisitions of graps, boomerang, whoever was there, in general, we found place.

dima linnik had his own fanatic, uncontrollable by anyone, then we went somewhere in the south to swim, and returned as a famous group, that is , all that remained was to start playing some sons, uh, actually, this is the first stage, on on which during the recording was joined by andryushka sapunov, who, in my opinion, had just quit his job... flowers entered college, and petya podgorodetsky helped on the keys, well , we were furious as much as we could, that 27 years old, this is of course still puppy age , i now know, yeah, once upon a time internal internal movements began to occur, well , zhenya margulevis went to lenkom, to araks, and we didn’t have any, so kolutin vadik there were sensible replacements, genevo and yes bassisttom, and

then on new year's eve, earring kawagoy says: take nikolsky on guitar, repertoire, the name will be the same, as you already said, you’re a leader, kostya is a leader, well, as we already did, it’s a big deal, uh, kovoy had a custom of soldering the team together, we didn’t mess with nikolsky, wow, yeah , they were engaged exclusively in art, yes, but non-kola sex symbols of women, well, why did he, how... surprisingly, then there was a long, long break, i was tossed around the world, carried in the darkness, in ninety- four, our comrade, misha kapnik started celebrate another millennium group on sunday, and three concerts in the central concert hall of russia, we gathered for this purpose and rehearsed. we prepared, played with great success and it turned out that in general we could continue further, that we were quite a touring

band, well, away we go, since then there have been all sorts of songs, and you wrote and wrote new, new songs, no, i don’t write like that, no, no, no, no, if it doesn’t hit me, then i ’ll fix it, it will be early in the morning, while i’m still not quite myself, i’ll fix it... and we’ll see there, we’ll see there, let’s do it now let's break into singing something, let's listen from what period from what period now, also relatively new , as they say, on the road to heaven, in unclear dreams you will find the answer, go back to

the beginning, in the darkness the word sounded, let there be light, the earth is round and cheerful, doing good

and desiring evil, it lived. there lived a story in this and this world, the sixth territory on the third planet, sparkled with snow, did not believe in tears, the gypsies left it on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, and i take, i don’t choose, die of love, through the edges of the edge of paradise live white, love, sharper than a dagger, hotter than fire, worked, pushed, gave birth. it pressed me, i was tossed around the world,

carried in the darkness. i was sent to court to answer, to prison, a fire, an ax, a guitar, a flag sword, angels saved me, four orderlies took me out of the noose, and i sing to you and play, you walk, bald, in

the depths of the wilderness of a free, dissatisfied soul, like beauty the dew will deceive the fog again, the gypsies left it on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven, on the road to heaven. dear friends, we are with you again at the forty-fifth anniversary of the resurrection group led by alexei romanov. we settled on the fact that we survived the ninety-fourth resurrection, but if you like, a second wind opened, a second birth, as i understand the situation

, it was so, despite the fact that already in 94. rollers were willingly invited to nightclubs along with pop musicians, they received loot, they began to write, so that it would be pleasant, as a money-maker, and then you, the clubs, uh, became hungry, then, of course, like mushrooms after the rain, it was terribly funny, we played in metelitsa on kalininsky prospekt, and we had exactly two prostitutes as an audience, but what surprises you? nothing surprises us, for some time now nothing surprises us at all, and also that we are in ninety- four, well, in ninety-five, ninety, what else can we celebrate? there was such a feeling, and recently someone and i were talking that - you are climbing a slippery slope

while liquid clay is flowing onto you from there, it was a time of effort, and so on, well, the 2000s came, there was a lot of talk about what number the line starts with, yes, from zero or from one, about changes, i’m not ready to talk, by that time it would have been all the same to me, because what depended on me, what depends on me, i will do, what does not depend on me, uh, i'll let it pass and not... will you reproach yourself? where should i reproach myself? i’ve already reproached myself, to be honest, it’s cooked in a frying pan instead, i was invited on sunday , the ensemble was invited around the country in the 2000s and 1900s, well, we had tours, yes, we did well there, as a rule, this is where such tours are , as a rule, this society

city ​​book lovers, no, university cities, well then , let’s not deny ourselves, comrades, the pleasure of listening to another song, which one? yes, some songs, these are ballad comrades, it’s hard, but here it’s not sacred, but it’s fantastic, as they say , it’s not nice there, it’s not connected here, it’s fantastic that now the potholes are cursing into dancing, the cart is downhill

about the body. i will walk the road of disappointment again enchanted. the mind is full of bright expectations, the heart senses a new peta, why are you disturbing me again, the voice that calls from the darkness, the path the century has not yet passed, the century has not yet been lived. is this the way

you are walking, or is the darkness blinding your eyes, or is the silence hiding the cry, where now to look for you , lost? i swear, you are already an old man, on the road of vague impulses, where the wind is, the fresh air is long, the path of my rebirths is long, to the distant land of unfulfilled hopes, but having asked the mountain from his shoulders, he straightened his shoulders, proudly ordered himself,

lady, if i came across you , it means you are not on the same path with me, i hear voices that are always right, i am afraid of gray-haired rightness, so that i can lie down in the grass, in the morning with a rose you part in the morning, the road of revelations. past the spring of girlish tears, i will go out near the cemetery

of doubts, onto a steep cliff, well, in the spring, in the pine trees in the lot. pouring in the hour of appointments, dreams, enchanted i will go, along the road

of disappointments, enchanted they will go again. when you sing along the way to disappoint. we immediately remember the time when everything seemed so clear to us, this tells you, i’m flying towards you, you can see that it’s not on the way with me, that’s the trick of it all, uh, we were flying against the flow, for here's a guitar from us drums, just like for all , probably, teenagers around the globe in those days, and it was a wonderful outlet, and it’s interesting that groups always arose around drums. because , listen, you can return guitars to leningradka for 9 rubles to the pickup, that’s all, if you’re a novel, then you’re already singing, you can’t get this anywhere, and first of all, idle school principals bought