Приглашение в путешествиеPriglasheniye v puteshestviye

Invitation to a Journey

I stood in Fate’s queue for a thousand roubles of tickets.

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Tarkovsky’s “faraway countries” are his childhood in Elisavetgrad, today’s Kropyvnytskyi: “the town of Blessed Childhood and the town of Kindred Graves.” His daughter Marina Tarkovskaya, in her book Sudba moya sgorela mezhdu strok (“My fate burned down between the lines”), dates the poem to 1937 and writes that going back to his home town was a long-held wish of his. It came true in 1955, “eighteen years later.” Other printings date the poem 1945.

No book of his carried it in his lifetime: the 1991 collected works print it among the “poems published in periodicals during the author’s lifetime.”

The poet’s elder brother, Valery, was killed in 1919 fighting the forces of ataman Grigoriev.

Behind the scenes

A blindfolded armadillo-tank: the cover “Tarkos” never got

Funnily enough, the battleship in tarpaulin — in Russian a bronenosets, which is also an armadillo — may be the very one that would have been on the album’s cover, had it ended up as “Tarkos”ended up as “Tarkos” after all.

Lyrics

The translation is a crib, not a singing version.

Уезжаем, уезжаем, укладывай чемоданы,
Uyezzhayem, uyezzhayem, ukladyvay chemodany,
На тысячу рублей билетов я выстоял у судьбы,
Na tysyachu rubley biletov ya vystoyal u sudʼby,
Мы посетим наконец мои отдалённые страны,
My posetim nakonets moi otdalyonnye strany,
Город Блаженное Детство и город Родные Гробы.
Gorod Blazhennoye Detstvo i gorod Rodnye Groby.
Мы посетим, если хочешь, город Любовного Страха,
My posetim, yesli khocheshʼ, gorod Lyubovnogo Strakha,
Город Центифолию и город Рояль Раскрыт,
Gorod Tsentifoliyu i gorod Royalʼ Raskryt,
Над каждым городом вьётся бабочка милого праха,
Nad kazhdym gorodom vʼyotsya babochka milogo prakha,
Но есть ещё город Обид.
No yestʼ yeshcho gorod Obid.
Там у вокзала стоит броненосец в брезенте,
Tam u vokzala stoit bronenosets v brezente,
И брат меня учит стрелять из лефоше.
I brat menya uchit strelyatʼ iz lefoshe.
А в городе Музыки дети играют сонаты Клементи,
A v gorode Muzyki deti igrayut sonaty Klementi,
И город покинут и чужд потрясённой душе…
I gorod pokinut i chuzhd potryasyonnoy dushe…
We’re leaving, we’re leaving, pack the suitcases,
I stood in Fate’s queue for a thousand roubles of tickets,
At last we’ll visit my faraway countries,
The town of Blessed Childhood and the town of Kindred Graves.
We’ll visit, if you like, the town of Love’s Fear,
The town of and the town of Grand Piano Open,
Over every town hovers ,
But there is one more town, of Grievances.
There a battleship in tarpaulin stands by the station,
And my brother teaches me to shoot a .
And in the town of Music children play ’s sonatas,

Music: Vova Zakharov

Lyrics: Arseny Tarkovsky