Music Video Wednesday: DDT, “Where are we flying?”

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July 15, 2015

Music Video Wednesday: DDT, “Where are we flying?”

By J.Hawk

DDT is, next to Lyube’s, one of my favorite Russian bands which deliver consistently good, thoughtful songs, even though their politics are radically different. Thus while Lyube are the White Tiger and Brother “patriots” with a definite nostalgia for the positive aspects of USSR, DDR are avowed  The Return “liberals”, though not to the point of actually being anti-Russian. Their songs do show concern for Russia’s current and future state, and this video is pretty reflective of their larger body of work.

I’ll state right off the bat that the surreal lyrics stumped me–I’m usually pretty confident what the artist means, but not in this case. But then again, perhaps the artist himself did not know what he meant? A recurring problem with Russia’s liberals, to be sure…

The video itself, however, is a work of art. Aside from starring one of Russia’s better known female actors, Chulpan Khamatova (best known in the West for her role in Goodbye Lenin), it follows many of the conventions established in Russian movies. For example, women represent the people while men represent the state. Well, what exactly are the men seen doing in that video??? All except one, that is–I suspect DDR’s lead artist Yuriy Shevchuk gave in to his apparently considerable ego…

There’s also a streetcar scene (again, as in Brother, symbolizing Russia as a whole)–note who sits at the controls…

Where are we flying? And for how long?
Who has sent us? And who will answer for everything?
We are the first stone, into the first window
Civilization’s cold wind.

The purpose is murky and reasons unclear
But that’s the point, life is full of movement
Grim men playing jazz at the bar
Moon is turning in a glass of beaujolais

Night, night, night..
Night, night, night…

Night gleamed in our dark eyes
Night burned the edges of painted lips
Your kind secrets turned into dust
And the world outside is so frightening and harsh

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A drunk Rambo ship sits on the table
Paris Marxist in demented fever
You are Cleopatria in Tsvetayeva’s jabot
I’m Pierre Bezukhov in year 3000

The world is ahead, the night is flipping pages
Where are we flying? And what will meet us?
Life is short, sings aeroflot
Your earth in neon lights
Your earth in neon lights
 Your earth in neon lights

Night gleamed in our dark eyes
Night burned the edges of painted lips
Your kind secrets turned into dust
And the world outside is so frightening and harsh

Где мы летим? И как уже давно?
Кто нас послал? И кто за все ответит?
Мы первый камень, в первое окно
Цивилизации холодный ветер.

Разлита суть, и не ясны причины,
Но в этом кайф, движеньем жизнь полна.
Играют в баре джаз суровые мужчины
В фужере божоле вращается луна.

Ночь, ночь, ночь…
Ночь, ночь, ночь…

Ночь сверкала в ваших черных глазах
Ночь сжигала пальцы крашенных губ,
Ваши милые тайны рассыпались в прах,
А мир за окном так страшен и груб.

Спит на столе пьяный корабль Рэмбо,
Марксист-Париж в горячечном бреду.
Вы – Клеопатра в цветаевском жобо,
Я – Пьер Безухов в трёхтысячном году.

Мир впереди, листает ночь как то,
Где мы летим, И что нас завтра встретит
Жизнь коротка, поет аэрофлот
Твоя земля в неоновом рассвете. (х3)

Ночь сверкала в ваших черных глазах
Ночь сжигала пальцы крашенных губ,
Ваши милые тайны рассыпались в прах,
А мир за окном так страшен и груб.

Ночь сверкала в ваших черных глазах
Ночь сжигала пальцы крашенных губ,
Ваши милые тайны рассыпались в прах,
А мир за окном так страшен и груб.

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