Песенка о ночной Москве
Булат Окуджава Lyrics


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Когда внезапно возникает еще неясный голос труб
Слова, как ястребы ночные,срываются с горячих губ
Мелодия, как дождь случайный, гремит; и бродит меж людьми
Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви

В года разлук, в года сражений, когда свинцовые дожди
Лупили так по нашим спинам, что снисхождения не жди
И командиры все охрипли тогда командовал людьми
Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви

Кларнет пробит, труба помята, фагот, как старый посох, стерт
На барабане швы разлезлись Но кларнетист красив, как черт!
Флейтист, как юный князь, изящен. И вечно в сговоре с людьми




Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Песенка о ночной Москве" by Булат Окуджава paint a vivid picture of the night in Moscow, with its mysterious and enchanting atmosphere. The opening lines describe the emergence of an unclear voice of the trumpet, evoking a sense of anticipation and intrigue. The words that follow, likened to night hawks, burst forth from passionate lips, carrying with them a certain intensity and urgency. The melody, compared to a random rain shower, resounds and wanders among the people, creating a sense of unpredictability and liveliness. The imagery of a small orchestra of hope directed by love adds a tender and hopeful touch to the scene, suggesting that even in the midst of uncertainty, there is a guiding force that brings harmony and unity.


As the lyrics progress, they shift to themes of separation and battles, symbolized by the metaphor of lead rains falling heavily on their backs, indicating the hardships and challenges faced by the individuals. The commanders, with their hoarse voices, are depicted as leading the people through tough times, emphasizing the resilience and determination of the human spirit. Despite the harshness of their circumstances, the small orchestra of hope continues to play under the direction of love, underscoring the idea that love and hope can prevail even in the darkest of times.


The imagery of the damaged instruments – the pierced clarinet, the dented trumpet, the worn-out bassoon, and the unraveling drum – presents a visual representation of the trials and tribulations endured by the musicians. However, the resilience and beauty of the clarinet player, likened to a devil, and the elegant and youthful flutist, compared to a young prince, suggest a defiance against the odds and a commitment to their craft. The orchestra, perpetually in harmony with the people, symbolizes unity and solidarity in the face of adversity, with love serving as the guiding force that keeps them together and hopeful amidst the challenges they face.


In conclusion, the lyrics of "Песенка о ночной Москве" encapsulate a poetic reflection on the power of music, love, and hope in navigating through difficult times. The small orchestra of hope, under the baton of love, serves as a metaphor for resilience, unity, and the enduring human spirit. Despite the brokenness and weariness depicted in the imagery of the damaged instruments, the beauty and grace of the musicians shine through, symbolizing a defiance against despair and an unwavering commitment to perseverance and solidarity. The song beautifully captures the essence of finding light in the darkness and embracing the power of love and music as guiding forces in the journey through life's challenges.


Line by Line Meaning

Когда внезапно возникает еще неясный голос труб
When a sudden, unclear trumpet sound arises


Слова, как ястребы ночные, срываются с горячих губ
Words, like night hawks, break free from hot lips


Мелодия, как дождь случайный, гремит; и бродит меж людьми
The melody, like random rain, roars and wanders among people


Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Hopes, a small orchestra under the direction of love


В года разлук, в года сражений, когда свинцовые дожди
In years of separation, in years of battles, when lead rains


Лупили так по нашим спинам, что снисхождения не жди
They beat so hard on our backs, do not expect leniency


И командиры все охрипли, тогда командовал людьми
And all the commanders went hoarse, then commanded by people


Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Hopes, a small orchestra under the direction of love


Кларнет пробит, труба помята, фагот, как старый посох, стерт
Clarinet pierced, trumpet crumpled, bassoon, like an old staff, worn out


На барабане швы разлезлись, Но кларнетист красив, как черт!
The drum threads have come loose, but the clarinetist is as handsome as the devil!


Флейтист, как юный князь, изящен. И вечно в сговоре с людьми
The flutist, like a young prince, is graceful. And forever in cahoots with people


Надежды маленький оркестрик под управлением любви
Hopes, a small orchestra under the direction of love




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Written by: Bulat Okudzhava

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