Заповедная Песня (Zapovednaya Pesnya) Lyrics in English Борис Гребенщиков (Boris Grebenshchikov)

Zapovednaya Pesnya feels like a whimsical dream where nature pours celestial milk, intellect is auctioned off like an old trinket, and a village bed is large enough for every horse in sight. In just a few surreal images, Boris Grebenshchikov invites us to trade seriousness for child-like wonder, to dance with flutes in our hands, and to laugh at anyone who tries to label such joy as mere acting. The song teases out a playful rebellion: what if true wisdom lies in giving up the race for “mental growth” and embracing the raw, fantastical beauty that stretches from everyday Moscow all the way to distant, mysterious stars?

The final verses turn mortality itself into a curious partner. Death slips under the covers not as a villain but as a quiet guest who whispers “again” and “again,” suggesting that even endings can be blissfully cyclical. Angels hover above, ready to judge, yet the singer pleads for understanding; someone has to dive deep enough to witness beauty’s full expanse. The result is a lyrical manifesto for living freely, loving wildly, and meeting life’s ultimate curtain call with a cheer of “Hurrah!”