MYNH: 1st Time Hearing Viktor Tsoi (Kino) - Kukushka (Cuckoo). This Song is Brilliant & Tragic

[@nvisiongaming1393]

The song is based on the myth that if you hear a cuckoo in the forest, the number of times it makes a sound is how long you have left to live.

[@АпостолПолураспада]

why does the author ask the cuckoo how many more songs could there be? we are talking about superstition, in Russia, if you hear a cuckoo in the forest, it is customary to ask her how many years of life are left. Analogy for a poet: the number of songs - the number of years

[@KlounAda]

More than 30 years have passed and still goosebumps from this song. There is also a version of "Cuckoo" by Polina Gagarina, but it is perceived as a different song, with the same words but with a different meaning. This is one of the last songs written by Viktor Tsoi.

[@АртёмГорбунов-л6д]

У великих песен и великих артистов всегда миллионы смыслов, как и людей которые их слушают, а истинный смысл знал только Цой.

[@АртемАфанасьев-п4ф]

Спасибо за реакцию. Виктор Цой навсегда в наших сердцах!

[@furiousrabbit4926]

"Few remain in fond memory In a sober mind, and with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks" This is what they say about mentally healthy people who are able to act.

[@Antosza]

"Солнце моё" ("my sun") is a common way to speak to loved ones in russian, something like "my sweetheart", and he continues like "my sweetheart, look what happend to me! I had a gentle palm ones, and it has turned into a fist now"

[@madmasya_]

Thank you for Kino reaction! Kino songs are great and your reactions are great too. As I've already suggested, please listen to "Сказка" (Fairytale), "Пачка сигарет" (A pack of cigarettes) and "Апрель" (April). Also there're some legendary and well known songs as "Blood type": "Стук" (Knock), "Песня без слов" (Song without words), "Перемен" (We want changes) and "Последний герой" (The last hero). Will be waiting for new reactions, and, as always, your videos are great, thank you!

[@gvar5908]

Ric D REacts, Thank You for reaction. I already saw some others. You are a clever, intelligent man. God bless You. Best wishes for you and your family!

[@ricdreacts]

Wow, thank you

[@Татьен]

❤❤❤Кино!!! 👍👍👍👍💋💋

[@ДмитрийИванов-х1о4ц]

In Russian tradition, there is a superstition, a kind of ritual, where upon hearing the characteristic song of the cuckoo, one asks, "Cuckoo-cuckoo, how much time do I have left to live?" The number of characteristic "coo-coo" sounds is believed to be the answer to how many years one will live. Viktor Tsoi sings about this in his song: "Tell me, cuckoo, how many unwritten songs are there, how much time do I have left?" This is a song about the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. The line "Если есть порох - дай огня" (translated as "If there is gunpowder, give fire") refers to the Russian proverb "there is still gunpowder in the flasks," which implies that a person still has potential or, in a narrower sense, skills left (for example, in old age).

[@SakhForester]

I'm already subscribed. You know, but thumbs up is always for you!!! Thanks for Victor. It really means a lot to every Russian and not only ... to everyone who speaks and thinks in Russian. I first heard it in 1987 when I served in the Soviet army and since then Viktor Tsoi has always been with me. This is truly a cult figure for everyone ... and even for those who are not his fans. What really amazes me is that even with a not entirely correct translation, you capture the essence of the text. You are absolutely right when you say that Viktor Tsoi in all his songs tried to understand himself first of all. "Who will follow the lonely trail? Strong and courageous heads laid down in the field, in battle." The image of war, battle, but with whom is this battle? I think that the opposing side here is everyday life, the severity of everyday conformist life, and also, possibly, pressure from the authorities. "Few people remained in bright memory, in a sober mind and with a firm hand in the ranks." Victor feels like the same warrior who was left alone in the field. And he doubts that someone will want to voluntarily repeat his lonely feat, and therefore wonders if all his “unwritten songs” are needed or there is no point in them? But it remains behind the line.

[@K_A_R_L_O_S_]

Victor Tsoi is a legend. Like Jim Morrison in the USA. He died young like him. His father is Korean. But no one will say that Viktor Tsoi is not Russian. He is the soul of Russia, like Pushkin, like Dostoevsky. His contemporaries will die, like me, but his work will live on. Therefore, after 30 years on the walls of our cities, "Viktor Tsoi is alive!!"

[@Kadymov_Rustam]

I am originally Russian and I cry all the time when I listen those songs 😢

[@Marat1ish]

Hello! You have a wonderful imaginative mindset!!! The way you heard the meditative sound of music, similar to a person's inner thoughts, is very valuable!!! Few people think about it! But, the moment when at the end of the song giara Tsoi falls silent, and the band continues to play...I have no words - it's cool!!! This is a great example of how to think!!! Thank you!!!

[@ricdreacts]

Wow, thank you!

[@alex_6772]

солнце - это жизнь, родитель всего живого на земле, спасибо за попытку разобраться!

[@ОлегКрупенин-о6е]

Спасибо вам за то, что не просто слушаете, а стараетесь понимать! Это очень ценно! Но, позвольте мне кое-что прояснить про Цоя. Я имею некоторые основания утверждать, что кое-что знаю про это. В 98-01 годах я дружил с Марьяной Цой. Его первой женой, первым директором, матерью его сына. Она и сделала его звездой. Айзеншпиц перекупил его уже известного, легендарного. Перевёз в Москву из Питера... Дело в том, что Виктор был абсолютно ассоциален. И потому абсолютно свободен от "системы". Он вообще, никаким образом, небыл революционером, или борцом с режимом. Совсем. Всё, что он писал - только о душе. О внутренней борьбе. Всегда! И эта песня - такая же. Он уехал из Питера в столицу. От жены, которая ему служила, когда он ещё работал кочегаром, чтоб его не судили за тунеядство, от сына. К успешному продюсеру, в столицу, к несопоставимым гонорарам, к молодой невесте. И начал понимать, что хрупкая надежда на смену власти - обман. Айзеншпиц попытался сделать из Кино что-то вроде Ласкового Мая(если не в курсе - послушайте. Только не ешьте перед этим - стошнит). Его напрягали всю жизнь делать что-то подходящее для социалистического строя, для тех правил. А теперь стали напрягать делать что-то для правил капиталистических. Не успели. Господь его забрал. Не дал продаться за деньги. Некоторые его друзья серьёзно опасались, что он не выдержит, превратится в попсу. А Марьяна, хоть и была оставлена с маленьким ребёнком, верила, что Виктора купить нельзя. И оказалась права. Ещё раз: Виктор НИКОГОДА И НИЧЕГО не писал против страны, или государства! ВСЁ, что его как-то волновало - только душа, внутренняя свобода и развитие. Он был настоящим самурай. Даже, скорее ронин - самурай без хозяина. Для него небыло внешних ограничений. Именно поэтому его до сих пор слушают, и всегда будут слушать и поклонники СССР, и глубоко верующие сторонники Русской Империи, и панки с анархистами. Миллионы людей, хоть раз задумавшихся о том, кто он сам, внутри, помимо всех внешних факторов - его фанаты! И миллионы тех, кому эта мысль в голову не приходила - задумались об этом благодаря песням Цоя. И тоже стали его поклонниками. Очень надеюсь, что автопереводчик поможет вам понять, что я написал. Извините, моего английского недостаточно, чтоб общаться. Ещё раз спасибо за ваши вдумчивые и глубокие реакции!

[@ricdreacts]

Thank you for telling me that and informing me of Tsoi's life and beliefs. I think when a person strives to talk about freedom, for his soul, for his family, for his country, they all sound the same because we want to break the chains of restriction: emotions and regrets, financial obligations, human freedom and freedom for society. They can all sound familiar even when so different. But I understand what you mean. Thank you very much!

[@margo7059]

@@ricdreacts Нет, вы не поняли. К сожалению. Человек все правильно написал.

[@phlyphan1083]

Thank you for this beautiful testimony. I am from Germany and even without being able to sing along, I live his music. It's about living in all facettes. I try to understanding and by doing so, I think I already do. I wish you and everyone all the best. This is eternal music, from the first human up until the very last. Thank you for explaining. I hope the translator does a good job, if anyone will ever read this. Peace for you. Wether is is the soviet union, russia, america, germany, whatever year, red and yellow days will come and go and the star called sun will shine. Enjoy your pack of cigarettes, whatever it may be for you. Luckily we don't always need to understand things to feel them. May you all rest well and peaceful From one dreaming friend to another

[@raaje_real]

such a great song with such a sad backstory, Kino and Viktor Tsoi never fail to impress with their music. As always, great video Ric!

[@stanislavaslitvinas7464]

I translated the song. I tried both verbatim and in meaning . Victor's every line is a metaphor. Probably , only people with a Russian mentality can understand him . How many songs are still unwritten? Say, cuckoo, sing Should I live in the city or in the villages? To be a stone Or burn like a star, a star? [chorus] My sun, look at me My palm turned into a fist And if there is gunpowder, give me fire That's it. Who will follow the trail of the lonely one? Strongs and braves The heads were laid down in the field, in battle Few people remained in the bright memory In a sober mind and with a firm With hand in the ranks, in the ranks [chorus] My sun, look at me My palm turned into a fist And if there is gunpowder, give me fire That's it. Where are you now, free will? Who are you with now Meet the gentle dawn, answer It's good with you, but it's bad without you The head and shoulders are submissive under the lash, under the lash [chorus] My sun, look at me My palm turned into a fist And if there is gunpowder, give me fire That's it. [chorus] My sun, look at me My palm turned into a fist And if there is gunpowder, give me fire That's it.

[@VladSSh]

A very worthy translation! Look, I left a big comment here in Russian.

[@Владимир-е7ф6б]

Цой жив!

[@АлександрТкач-у1ф]

Thank you very mush for this review and reaction !

[@Sladky_bubalex]

Fortune telling with the cuckoo is an ancient Slavic fortune telling. They ask the cuckoo how many years you have left to live and count how many times it will make its sounds. They also ask when I will meet my loved one. that’s why Victor in his song asks these questions to the cuckoo. A man wants to know his destiny

[@zerotolerance2362]

Kino - guitar vocals Viktor Tsoi, solo guitar Yuri Kasparian, bass Igor Tikhomirov, drums Georgy Guryanov.

[@vitalyandryushin9918]

Hi there. Really appreciate your reaction videos on this band. Every time I hear them, it takes me back to my youth hood when this band was so popular.

[@stanislavaslitvinas7464]

For me, Victor is the Pushkin of the 20th century.

[@geraudk]

If you are curious about the Soviet rock scene and the creation of Kino, the movie "Leto" (The Summer) from 2017 talks about that. Really good movie showing their working conditions, but also who inspired them.

[@rikkiscrazy]

I really want to watch this! It's hard to find, especially with English subtitles.

[@Mr1983Andrei]

Thank you 👍👍👍

[@pinhaszelenogorsky207]

Hi! You should listen the "General" song from 46 album and may be you'll change somehow your interpretation. Thank you for you channel, Ric D!

[@RoadToFuture007]

Yes, he really talks a lot about the Sun almost in every song. Also I feel some "sun energy" in Kino's music. I've seen a channeling video with his spirit and there he told that in one of his past lives he was some being that lived on the Sun (or directly near the Sun ), those kind of beings are called plazmoids - imagine some kind of a "ball lighting". He also told that when he was a kid during his life as Viktor in his dreams his "friends" from the this "Sun life" visited him, they were looking like some kind of glowing balls. He told about those dream to his mother and the mother told him to better not talk about those dreams to other people ;) Also, if I'm not mistaken, he told that in one of his other past lives he was a Roman soldier who died in a fight with the "barbarians".

[@sergeyconner7460]

comment in support of the channel ❗

[@homestudiofm]

Tzoy is alive! Thanks, Rick

[@А-ы3п2ч]

with pauses, it's hard to get carried away, but the ending did its job

[@lolocatcat4799]

Thank You for reacting of Viktor Tsoy! ❤❤❤❤❤❤

[@RoadToFuture007]

Regarding politics. Viktor himself said in one of his interviews that people interpret too much politics in his songs. For example he has a song called "peremen" ("we want changes") and referring it he said he doesn't think this song is a protest song. If you read the lyrics you can rather interpret this song as some kind of personal or social (related to collective psychology of human beings) song. Also I think, this song, Kukushka, is some sort of a personal song which is not related to Afgan War or Perestroika (maybe only far and indirectly). Rather I'd interpret it as some longing for more personal and artistic freedom because of some family problems and lack of free time (Kino were touring a lot last years) or danger to become a celebrity - in some interview Tsoi literally said that after he became a famous he is afraid of going outside because who knows what is going on in his fans heads, who knows, maybe some crazy fan decides to hit him with some baseball bat on the head from behind.

[@VH-gy6zf]

Hi! I am from Russia. There is a lot of Russsian rock music,which is not known in the West.If you talk about this it will be very good.Thanks.

[@АлександрЯковлев-э4х]

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[@boristurovskiy351]

Listen to some of Тёплая Трасса (a little-known Siberian Punk band I was aquainted with for some years, a long time ago) and Адаптация (a slightly more known Kazach Punk band) when you have the time:)

[@КофейнаяСобака]

🤘🤘🤘

[@straycat4371]

👍👍👍

[@dmitryblokhin3002]

Рик, мы не были угнетены в Советском Союзе, и Цой не был угнетен. Да, он не хотел играть по правилам, но это и есть удел панков. Да, нас ограничивали, а когда перестали - начался беспредел.

[@pasadena5193]

Какой же из Цоя панк? Разве что всех подряд грести под одну гребёнку, типа - поколение зумеров

[@iiioiia4206]

translation you got not quite exact, but original words may be interpreted in many different ways. Anyway mood and atmosphere is the thing anyone can get from international language of music.

[@deepzov]

With this, we brake USSR

[@prezandy2948]

Hello, Ric! Your interpretation of lyrics is always substantive, and your understanding is deep! Love your reactions! This song was covered by modern Russian singers like Polina Gagarina kzbin.info/www/bejne/imKmoGZol9KgiNk and Shaman kzbin.info/www/bejne/oWXYZ4Ctodh7fck. Their takes on this song are different from the original but stunning anyway. Hope you'll find a chance to react to those ones.

[@demonid1]

Полина Гагарина и Шаман - проститутки, обслуживающие сумасшедшего Путина. Они просто присвоили песню Цоя для своих политических нужд.

[@VladSSh]

У нас, русских, есть такое - если дети услышали кукушку, то говорят кому-то из них "А вот сейчас мы узнаем, сколько тебе лет", и если кукушка издала мало звуков, то смеются над ним. Это действительно идёт от старых поверий. Но оно осталось либо в такой детской игре, либо какая-нибудь молодая девушка, в состоянии грусти или печали услышав кукушку, может задать такой вопрос. У взрослых этот вопрос риторический, то есть не требующий ответа. Смысл песни, по моему, лучше всего смогла прочитать Marita Arquer. Песня о человеке, перед которым либо очень тяжёлый выбор либо его нет вообще - любой вариант, того, что он должен сделать будет одинаково плох. Это когда в конце всё равно, жив ты или мёртв... Вопрос кукушке и следующий вопрос этого куплета задаётся от абсолютной безысходности, и это не требует ответа, потому что уже не важно. Цой сам говорил, что терпеть не может политику, и никогда не будет о ней писать. Об этом правильно сказали тут, в комментариях. От себя добавлю, что Цой был человеком, обострённо чувствующим мир. Такие люди всегда очень одиноки, несмотря на свою огромную популярность. Только со своей группой я видел его весёлым. Я слушал и играл на гитаре всего Цоя на протяжении десятков лет, и красной нитью через его творчество проходят мысли о смерти. Скорее даже он не видел себя в такой жизни. Не видел способа, как можно изменить людей к лучшему, кроме как петь. Его песни о душе человека, о морали. Думаю, что та атмосфера, которую он создаёт своими песнями, это по большей части именно его внутреннее состояние души, в котором он находился. P.S. По поводу того, что русские песни как-то странно действуют, тут вы правы! Они действуют потому, что наше творчество про душу, потому так глубоко, и потому так цепляет. Всего Вам наилучшего! Очень нравятся Ваши реакции!

[@VladSSh]

И да, "Солнце моё..." говорит о том, что больше не к кому обратиться. Это опять-таки риторическое восклицание, не требующее какого-либо обратного ответа. Верующий человек обратится в сердцах к Богу. Цой нашёл такую форму. У Константина Кинчева в начальных альбомах было что-то похожее.

[@AFLOVEable]

Maybe he has even seen the worse future, that came upon Russia with perestroika, who knows. For many people, it was the start of a horrible time, all the way through the ninties, which folllowed.

[@madmasya_]

I was thinking, that, if I ask you for some new reactions, then I should give you proper translations. So, translations for songs "Fairytale", "A pack of cigarettes" and "April" will be under that comment. Enjoy! Also, the translations were made by chatgpt, but were double-checked by me and I found them to be quite good.

[@madmasya_]

"Fairytale": Another new day begins, Once again, the morning hits the window with a spotlight; And the phone remains silent: disconnected. Once again, there is no sun in the sky, once again, it's every man for himself in the fight, And it seems to me that the sun is nothing more than a dream. On the screen of the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending. A strange fairytale. And rain beats down like a machine gun, and autumn walks through the streets; And the wall of brick-clouds is strong. The trees got sick with a plague, they got sick even in the spring; And the leaves that waved to us from above will fall from our palms. There, outside the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending. A strange fairytale. And then, she will come. (I'm not sure, that Death is "she" in English, so you need to know, that Viktor is talking about Death) Get ready, she will say, let's go, return the body to the earth. Well, the body didn't quite finish singing. Well, the body didn't receive enough love. A strange affair. There, outside the window, a fairytale with an unhappy ending. A strange fairytale.

[@madmasya_]

"A pack of cigarettes": I sit and look at an unfamiliar sky from an unfamiliar window And I don't see a single familiar star I walked on all the roads, here and there Turned around and couldn't see any footprints But if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket Then everything isn't so bad for today And a plane ticket with silver wings That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground And no one wanted to be guilty without wine And no one wanted to stoke the fire with bare hands ("To stoke the fire with bare hands" is a phraseological unit meaning “Do work with someone else’s hands” or “Use the results of someone else’s work”) But without music, life isn't beautiful And without music, I don't want to fade away But if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket Then everything isn't so bad for today And a plane ticket with silver wings That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground And if there's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket Then everything isn't so bad for today And a plane ticket with silver wings That, as it takes off, leaves only a shadow on the ground

[@madmasya_]

"April": Above the ground, it's freezing Touch everything - it is all ice Only in my dreams do drops sing And snow falls like a wall Snow falls all day long And behind that wall, April is waiting He'll come and bring spring with him And disperse the gray clouds' army But when we all look into his eyes Sorrow will look back at us from his eyes And the doors of houses will open So sit down, for there's no truth in your feet (a Russian phraseological unit, which just means "go take a sit, don't stand") And when we all look into his eyes We'll see the light of the sun in those eyes Countless wounds on the body Difficult steps Only a star burns in the chest And April will die And be born anew And come forever He'll come and bring spring with him And disperse the gray clouds' army But when we all look into his eyes Sorrow will look back at us from his eyes And the doors of houses will open So sit down, for there's no truth in your feet And when we all look into his eyes We'll see the light of the sun in those eyes

[@vitaliykalabashkin5419]

Чтоб лучше понять песню ищите каверы на английском языке. Спасибо.

[@ChessmasterH]

I think you've misunderstood quite a lot in that song though it's understandable. (Just for future references try not to understand "freedom" or other relaited words in the same way you were taught... it's just... hard to say, another meaning 🤔)

[@ПрокопийБерезкин-д4п]

kzbin.info/www/bejne/enfXgHiCmZqje6ssi=yjBzBRsb5nZFRcyw Игорь Тальков - Я вернусь

[@ПрокопийБерезкин-д4п]

Ya vernus' (Я вернусь) I’ll return Я мечтаю вернуться с войны, I am dreaming to return from war На которой родился и рос, During which I was born and brought up На руинах нищей страны At impoverish­ed ruined soil Под дождями из слез. Under rain of tears drop-out Но не предан земле тиран, But the tyrant’s not buried yet Объявивший войну стране, That declared war on this soil И не видно конца и края And there seems to be no plug or end Этой войне. To this war. Я пророчить не берусь, I am not going to presage Но точно знаю, что вернусь, I am aware I’ll return to stage Пусть даже через сто веков, Maybe in some another age В страну не дураков, а гениев. Not at fool’s cage but land of genius И, поверженны­й в бою, Being a battle casualty Я воскресну и спою I’ll rise from grave and will sing На первом дне рождения страны, At very first day that we’ll celebrate вернувшейс­я с войны. Returning from the war. А когда затихают бои, But when battle sometimes slackens off На привале, а не в строю At clock-hour halt, but not in line Я о мире и о любви About peace and about love Сочиняю и пою. I compose, sing and write Облегченно вздыхают враги, The opponents heave sigh of relief А друзья говорят: "Устал..." And my friends just say “It’ a jolt…” Ошибаются те и другие: All of them misjudge me by their own belief Это привал. It’s clock-hour halt Привал. Just halt. Я завтра снова в бой сорвусь, Tomorrow I’ll show my rampage Но точно знаю, что вернусь, I am aware I’ll return to stage Пусть даже через сто веков Maybe in some another age В страну не дураков, а гениев. Not at fool’s cage but land of genius И, поверженны­й в бою, Being a battle casualty Я воскресну и спою I’ll rise from grave and will sing На первом дне рождения страны, At very first day that we’ll celebrate вернувшейс­я с войны. Returning from the war. С войны-верн­усь. I’ll return from the war Вернусь. I’ll return

[@А-ы3п2ч]

Её не слушают, по кускам

[@ПрокопийБерезкин-д4п]

kzbin.info/www/bejne/o3-YlWiBjK-jZrssi=ws-j8XOsYt8TJDjS КИНО - Легенда

[@sidors21]

попробуйте перевести эти песни: kzbin.info/www/bejne/a5m5l6t7mJuKr7s&pp=ygUb0YTQu9GR0YAg0YjQtdC70LrQvtC_0YDRj9C0 из детских сказок kzbin.info/www/bejne/mILdZ6iNbtl7isU kzbin.info/www/bejne/b4mqgWShp72JbK8&pp=ygUeINCz0LjRgtCw0YDQsCDQutC-0LvQvtC60L7Qu9Cw

[@ivansemenov9175]

если очень хочется послушать и понять о чем поют, то послушай Александра Башлачева - Время колокольчиков. Вот это действительно будет интересно. if you really want to listen and understand what they are singing about, then listen to Alexander Bashlachev - The Time of bells. This is really going to be interesting

[@ricdreacts]

Already did! kzbin.info/www/bejne/n4qunn2kpL6msK8 Enjoy! Let me know what you think of my reaction!

[@А-ы3п2ч]

this song is not listened to in parts

[@sert87]

Some parts of this sound very silly to me as a Russian. You're projecting sentiments purposely formulated in the western society towards the ideological enemy. So you immediately jump to interpreting some of these vague lyrics, that can mean anything, with simplistic paradigms that you have about this time and place. Kino -> Soviet Union -> bad, oppression, gulag -> the lyrics must be talking about struggle against USSR, it's end and future. Watch Soviet movies, read Soviet authors (the ones people actually read in USSR, not the anti-Soviet dissidents purposely popularized in the west), try to learn how the society functioned, what was actually on people's minds. Otherwise sounds silly. Apologies if I sound rude.

[@SvetlanaTeslya]

👍❤❤❤❤

[@ВладимирТундра-о7п]

Do the Russians Want a War? (Soviet Songs in English) kzbin.info/www/bejne/pn6Wq5R-oshom9ksi=u7yw2O6SiXHttkJ_ Песня была написана в 1961 году, когда мир стоял на пороге третьей мировой!

[@РоманСоляник-о5г]

Кто востаргается реакцией, вы ПРЕДАЛИ Виктора!!! любому лично предъявлю!

[@oscaroscar258]

Стремитесь себе сколотить славу фанатика?

[@zetket4067]

чё предъявишь?