Let’s take apart a pop song by Vera Brezhneva.
The world I live in is not divided into pieces
As long as love exists within it.
To know, not in dreams but while awake, what happiness can be like,
And share it with you.
Once upon a time there was a girl with golden braids.
She reconciled fire and ice, the sky, the sun, and storms.
I know the password, I can see the way.
I believe in this alone: love will save the world.
I know the password, I can see the way.
Like a many-coloured river, love will save the world.
At the hour when sound breaks off, when passions fall silent,
And God can be heard.
The world I live in is not divided into pieces
As long as love exists within it.
Before us is a striking example of the mystery of reunion, isn’t it?
A golden-haired girl: the Anima?
The world is not divided into pieces because she must gather its parts into one, unite opposites such as fire and ice.
And the culmination: ‘Love is the law, love under will’—love will save the world!
What’s my point? Could this specimen of mediocre pop music, both in melody and lyrics (the sort of thing you would sing at a dinner table), really contain such mysteries? Of course not! These are not mysteries, but banal thoughts from a versifier, which I personally clothed in mystery! It was I who gave the images their depth of meaning, I who saw a mystery in them, and I who turned a pop song into a Hymn of the Soul!
Now recall how you listened to BG [Boris Grebenshchikov] and his ‘profound lyrics’. To my mind, apart from ‘The Golden City’, whose words were written by Henri Volokhonsky, there is nothing particularly substantial there. It’s all at the level of your average pot smoker. Common archetypes to which you yourself give meaning, just as with Vera Brezhneva’s song. And if you remember that Brezhnev too was guided by a ruby star (Ruby—Lucifer), then the frozen gold of that star on his chest takes on an entirely different meaning. And now Vera is not a name; it is a state of Brezhnev’s soul that manifested as a pop singer for the sake of bringing this Hymn of the Soul into being! After all, nothing happens by chance. 🤣
As you can see, it is easy to construct a myth out of seemingly ordinary events and personalities, but to do so you must possess meaning yourself.
Take pride in seeing meaning in verses whose authors may never have suspected such depths.
And ask yourself: who sets this mechanism of meaning in motion?