Despite the long history, Mashina released no official albums before 1983, because of the state censorship. Early records were self-released via tapes and not considered albums. Since 1991 all Mashina Vremeny albums are released by Sintez records, Kutikov's record label.
The band is famous for its eclectic style. Makarevich prefers the traditional russian rock style, Kutikov composes more hard rock driven music, while Margulis is credited as one of Russia's major blues players. Through years and lineup changes, almost every member composed a song, and many of them were singing themselves. In 90's, from five instrumentalists of Mashina Vremeni four were singers simultaneously. All of the band's leaders sing in numerous side projects and often release solo albums.
Since the foundation, the band went through dramatical lineup changes. In 1974 Kutikov departed from Mashina due to conflict with drummer Sergey Kavagoe, and was replaced by Margulis. He returned to new lineup, after Margulis and Kavagoe left the band in 1979 and formed Воскресение. From 1979 to 1982 Petr Podgorodetsky played keyboard and composed some boogie-woogie-driven songs with humorous lyrics. In 1982 he was replaced with Alexander Zaytsev.
80's are considered Mashina's "golden era": the ideological suppression on band was eased and they were allowed to tour and publish albums officially. In 1980 Mashina Vremeni won the first prize on Tbilisi Rock Festival (runner-up was Автограф). Many of the most popular songs, such as Povorot (The Turn), Marionetki (Puppets), Kosteor (Flame) belong to this period.
In 1990 Mashina celebrated its 20th anniversary with a gig on Red Square. Many friendly musicians, including band's former members, participated in it. As Zaytsev was fired due to his alcohol abuse, Mashina leaders invited Margulis and Podgorodetsky to join the reunion. This lineup, consisting of four singing songwriters and considered the most famous, remained until 2000, when the band once again fired its keyboardist, now Podgorodetsky. Currently keyboards are played by Andrey Derzhavin.
Марионетки
Машина Времени Lyrics
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То ли люди, то ли куклы.
Взгляд похож на взгляд,
А день - на день.
Я устал и отдыхая
В балаган вас приглашаю,
Где куклы так похожи на людей.
И злодей, чей вид внушает страх.
Волк и заяц, тигры в клетке -
Все они марионетки
В ловких и натруженных руках.
Волк и заяц, тигры в клетке -
Все они марионетки
В ловких и натруженных руках.
Кукол дергают за нитки,
На лице у них улыбки,
И играет клоун на трубе.
И в процессе представленья
Создается впечатленье,
Что куклы пляшут сами по себе.
Ах, до чего порой обидно,
Что хозяина не видно,
Вверх и в темноту уходит нить.
А куклы так ему послушны,
И мы верим простодушно
В то, что кукла может говорить.
А куклы так ему послушны,
И мы верим простодушно
В то, что кукла может говорить.
Но вот хозяин гасит свечи.
Кончен бал и кончен вечер,
Засияет месяц в облаках.
И кукол снимут с нитки длинной,
И, засыпав нафталином,
В виде тряпок сложат в сундуках.
И кукол снимут с нитки длинной,
И, засыпав нафталином,
В виде тряпок сложат в сундуках.
The song Марионетки by Машина Времени speaks about the illusion of control that we have over our own lives. The lyrics describe how people often seem to be puppets or marionettes, controlled by unseen puppeteers. The faces of the puppets are worn out, the colors have faded and they look lifeless, as if they are not alive at all. However, in the carnival, everything looks real as the puppets and real people look almost identical.
The carnival is described as a place where the audience can escape from reality and watch the grand spectacle of clowns, acrobats, and pirates. The puppets are dancing and playing the instruments while the audience is mesmerized by their movements, thinking it is happening on its own. However, the puppeteers are controlling everything from behind, pulling the strings on the puppets.
In the end, the carnival ends, the puppets are put away, and the puppeteers disappear. It is a reminder that life is just a grand spectacle, and we are merely puppets with someone else pulling the strings, even though we believe we are fully in control of our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
Лица стерты, краски тусклы,
Faces are erased, colors are faded,
То ли люди, то ли куклы.
Are they people or are they dolls.
Взгляд похож на взгляд,
Eyes look alike,
А день - на день.
And day after day the same.
Я устал и отдыхая
I'm tired and resting,
В балаган вас приглашаю,
I invite you to the circus,
Где куклы так похожи на людей.
Where the dolls look so much like people.
Арлекины и пираты, циркачи и акробаты,
Harlequins and pirates, circus performers and acrobats,
И злодей, чей вид внушает страх.
And the villain who inspires fear by his appearance.
Волк и заяц, тигры в клетке -
Wolf and hare, tigers in a cage -
Все они марионетки
They are all marionettes
В ловких и натруженных руках.
In skillful and tired hands.
Кукол дергают за нитки,
Dolls are pulled by strings,
На лице у них улыбки,
They have a smile on their faces,
И играет клоун на трубе.
And the clown plays on the trumpet.
И в процессе представленья
And during the performance,
Создается впечатленье,
An impression is created,
Что куклы пляшут сами по себе.
That dolls dance on their own.
Ах, до чего порой обидно,
Oh, how painful it is sometimes,
Что хозяина не видно,
That the owner is not visible,
Вверх и в темноту уходит нить.
The thread goes up and disappears in the darkness.
А куклы так ему послушны,
And the dolls are so obedient to him,
И мы верим простодушно
And we believe naively
В то, что кукла может говорить.
That the doll can speak.
Но вот хозяин гасит свечи.
But then the owner blows out the candles.
Кончен бал и кончен вечер,
The ball and evening are over,
Засияет месяц в облаках.
And the moon will shine in the clouds.
И кукол снимут с нитки длинной,
And dolls will be taken off the long strings,
И, засыпав нафталином,
And after covering them with mothballs,
В виде тряпок сложат в сундуках.
They will be folded in boxes like rags.
И кукол снимут с нитки длинной,
And dolls will be taken off the long strings,
И, засыпав нафталином,
And after covering them with mothballs,
В виде тряпок сложат в сундуках.
They will be folded in boxes like rags.
Contributed by Eva I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@user-xp3fz4gs7x
Бесподобная песня, причем актуальность свою не теряет и в наши дни...
@user-hz8bo4yu7s
Все мы марионетки.
@user-dp5uk4nd5v
@@user-hz8bo4yu7s ээээээээ
@sergeydrokin2820
Вряд ли она когда-нибудь ее потеряет
@user-pi7ez4yk6s
😂
@VzorMyUstas
Макаревич большая умница 👍!!! Поэт и композитор на века!!!✌️❤
@user-oy8dd2pb3o
Творческая Ванга! Кто бы мог подумать в то время. Талантище!!! Каждое слово в жизни вижу. Крепкчайшего здоровья, Пророк!
@user-vn3rh5nx7g
Да уж чубайс не враг.А Макаревич враг дожили.
@VzorMyUstas
Макаревич большая умница 👍!!! Поэт и композитор на века!!!❤✌️👏😍
@interfox3980
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