Шестой лесничий
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Шестой лесничий мёртвого леса...
О, небеса!
Здесь не до смеха, не до фиесты
И не до сна.
Всех поднимая звонкою флейтой -
Тень под глаза -
Шестой лесничий,
Шестой лесничий что-то сказал.

И заревели истошно глотки:
"Всех причесать!"
И глохли тонкие перепонки.
"Лечь! Встать!"
А когда вышел грозный хозяин,
Нервно упали ниц.
Их спины стоили ровно столько,
Сколько пергамент лиц.

Не совладать с простым сюжетом -
Только каприз.
Нас поднимали во всю сонетом,
Мы же стремились вниз.
И имена героических песен,
Ваших тарелок слизь...
Шестой лесничий,
Шестой лесничий




Здесь.
Ну-ка брысь!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Алиса's song Шестой лесничий describe a forest ranger who appears to be in charge, but whose forest is dead and lifeless. The forest ranger tries to bring some life to the land by playing the flute and commanding the others to "get up," "lie down," and "stand." However, despite his efforts, the people who are commanded are unresponsive and seem to be lifeless like the forest around them. The forest ranger is frustrated and overwhelmed, unable to cope with the simplicity of the situation and the lack of response from those around him. The lyrics hint at a deeper meaning, perhaps commenting on the larger societal issues of power, control, and apathy.


Line by Line Meaning

Шестой лесничий мёртвого леса...
The sixth forester of the dead forest...


О, небеса!
Oh, Heavens!


Здесь не до смеха, не до фиесты И не до сна.
There's no time for laughter, fiestas or sleep here.


Всех поднимая звонкою флейтой - Тень под глаза - Шестой лесничий,
Raising everyone up with a loud flute - Shade under the eyes - The sixth forester,


Шестой лесничий что-то сказал.
The sixth forester said something.


И заревели истошно глотки: "Всех причесать!" И глохли тонкие перепонки. "Лечь! Встать!"
And their throats howled in agony: "Brush everyone's hair!" And thin membranes fell silent. "Lie down! Get up!"


А когда вышел грозный хозяин, Нервно упали ниц. Их спины стоили ровно столько, Сколько пергамент лиц.
And when the formidable owner came out, they nervously fell down. Their backs were worth exactly as much as their parchment faces.


Не совладать с простым сюжетом - Только каприз. Нас поднимали во всю сонетом, Мы же стремились вниз.
Unable to cope with a simple plot - Only caprice. They raised us all with sonnets, but we were striving downwards.


И имена героических песен, Ваших тарелок слизь... Шестой лесничий, Шестой лесничий Здесь.
And the names of heroic songs, slime on your plates... The sixth forester, The sixth forester is here.


Ну-ка брысь!
Now, go away!




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