The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Things, Affairs, Business" (Dela) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

Chores...

They've been killing me every day, every day.

To ashes,

Burned down songs and poems - nonsense, nonsense.

All year

I lived and lived, and suddenly she took, packed and left,

And so -

Such sad things are happening to me.

Now -

Give me the whole evening, give it, give it,

Believe me - I will only talk.

From my hands,

Things were going badly for me, going badly,

And suddenly

Burned down to ashes - not things, but ashes...

All year

I lived and lived, and suddenly she took, packed and left,

And now -

Again, happy things are happening to me.

Now -

Give me the whole evening, give it, give it,

Believe me - I won't even talk.

Дела...

Меня замучили дела каждый день, каждый день.

Дотла

Сгорели песни и стихи - дребедень, дребедень.

Весь год

Жила-была и вдруг взяла, собрала и ушла,

И вот -

Такие грустные дела у меня.

Теперь -

Мне целый вечер подари, подари, подари,

Поверь - Я буду только говорить.

Из рук,

Из рук вон плохо шли дела у меня, шли дела,

И вдруг

Сгорели пламенем дотла - не дела, а зола...

Весь год

Жила-была и вдруг взяла, собрала и ушла,

И вот - Опять веселые дела у меня.

Теперь -

Мне целый вечер подари, подари, подари,

Поверь - Не буду даже говорить.

In Vladimir Vysotsky's song "Things to Do," the author uses bitterness and irony to describe the routine that has consumed his life. The first stanza conveys a sense of fatigue and emptiness: "things to do every day" burn out creative energy, turning "songs and poems" into "nonsense." The image of burning to ashes emphasizes the irreversibility of this process. The departure of the lyrical heroine ("she lived and suddenly left") becomes the culmination of misfortunes, leaving the hero alone with his "sad affairs."

The second part of the song begins with a plea for attention and understanding: "give me the whole evening… I will only speak." The hero longs to break free from the cycle of "things to do," to find response and sympathy. Suddenly, the "things to do" "burn with a flame," turning to dust. This unexpected turn of events brings back joy and lightness to the lyrical hero: "she left" - and the "things to do" become "cheerful." He no longer needs words, he "won’t even speak."

The ending of the song leaves open the question: has there truly been a liberation from the routine, or is this a temporary respite, followed by a return to the "things to do"?