#Alla Pugacheva

[teethachie]

a million scarlet roses

late posting again !!

[chiperti]

reference under the cut

Alla Pugacheva 1997

[love-rats]

sometimes all you need is a bit of inoffensive, government-approved soviet pop. like yes queen, tell me about the artist who sold his house for a million scarlet roses

[nerdybonkers]

🙏🙏🙏

[haxyr3]

Happy Birthday to Alla Pugacheva, a wonderful singer and a remarkable woman!

[mockva]

Swedish family (-:

[atomicradiogirl]

me growing up: ugh i hate russian music it’s so dumb please turn it off

me at 20 years old, literally turning into my mom, listening to my russian playlist for 3 hours straight while studying: holy shit this is so good

[deadpanwalking]

Мне нравится, что Вы больны не мной, Мне нравится, что я больна не Вами, Что никогда тяжелый шар земной Не уплывет под нашими ногами. Мне нравится, что можно быть смешной — Распущенной — и не играть словами, И не краснеть удушливой волной, Слегка соприкоснувшись рукавами.

Мне нравится еще, что Вы при мне Спокойно обнимаете другую, Не прочите мне в адовом огне Гореть за то, что я не Вас целую. Что имя нежное мое, мой нежный, не Упоминаете ни днем ни ночью — всуе… Что никогда в церковной тишине Не пропоют над нами: аллилуйя!

Спасибо Вам и сердцем и рукой За то, что Вы меня — не зная сами! — Так любите: за мой ночной покой, За редкость встреч закатными часами, За наши не-гулянья под луной, За солнце не у нас над головами, За то, что Вы больны — увы! — не мной, За то, что я больна — увы! — не Вами.

Марина Цветаева 3 мая 1915

I’m glad your sickness is not caused by me. Mine is not caused by you. I’m glad to know the heavy earth will never flow away from us, beneath our feet, and so we can relax together, and not watch our words. When our sleeves touch we shall not drown in waves of rising blush.

I’m glad to see you calmly now embrace another girl in front of me, without any wish to cause me pain, as you don’t bum if I kiss someone else. I know you never use my tender name, my tender spirit, day or night. And no one in the silence of a church will sing their Hallelujahs over us.

Thank you for loving me like this, for you feel love, although you do not know it. Thank you for the nights I’ve spent in quiet. Thank you for the walks under the moon you’ve spared me and those sunset meetings unshared. Thank you. The sun will never bless our heads. Take my sad thanks for this: you do not cause my sickness. And I don’t cause yours.

Marina Tsvetaeva (tr. by Elaine Feinstein) May 3, 1916

[soviet-amateurs]

Alla Pugachova, the first recording at the Moscow radio, 1965

[ladymarinamart]

[for-her-isisanea]

ON REPEAT.

[detectiveangel]

holy shit incredible find for soviet gay culture: this extremely and wonderfully faggy documentary from 1987 about a training school for army chefs has a moment where the student/cadet army chefs present salads that they have invented and what they have named then and one of them responds with "alla pugacheva." i screamed in real life and replayed that part. my people, M Y P E O P L E ! ! ! !

[svartikotturinn]

List of songs I printed out for myself and kept in a file folder back in high school

‘Million Roses’ (Russian version, w. translation)

Óró, sé do ḃeaṫa aḃaile (Jacobite & Pearse versions)

‘The Wind that Shakes the Barley’

Gaudete (w. translation)

Shchedryk (w. translation)

Die Forelle (w. translation)

Dies Iræ (w. translation)

‘Froggy Went a-Courtin’ (version used by Nick Cave)

national anthem of Ireland (full version, in Irish)

Ave Maria

‘Molly Malone’ (English & Irish versions)

‘Dark Eyes’

‘Whiskey in the Jar’

‘Seven Drunken Nights’

A csitári hegyek alatt

‘A Spruce Was Born in the Forest’ (w. translation)

Sumer is icumen in (w. translation)

[lera-lu]

[likealayka]

Just realised that she's basically our Kate Bush 🤔🤔🤔

Alla Pugacheva dancing in Arbatskaya station of Moscow Metro, 1976

[pinkflipphonez]

a scenario that I CANNOT get outta my head:

alfred and ivan are taking a road trip to his dacha in Moscow and during the ride he asks him if he wants to play his own music. alfred is legit offended ivan thinks he doesn't listen to russian music.

he goes "oh I'll play you my favorite Russian song right now!" and he plays American Boy by Kombinaciya. AND HE SINGS IT PERFECTLY. ivan is absolutely flabbergasted -- and to make it worse, alfred rolls the window down and YELLS THE SONG. then at a traffic stop, the people riding next to them begin singing along and alfred is having the TIME OF HIS LIFE while ivan wants to DIE.