Yahha (Йя-Хха)

A film by RASHID NUGMANOV

VIKTOR TSOI

KONSTANTIN KINCHEV

MIKE NAUMENKO

BORIS GREBENSHCHIKOV

IGOR MOSIN

Operators: ALEKSEI MIKHAILOV TELMAN MAMEDOV

OLEG MOROZOV SERGEI LANDO

Without the help of a script

Without the help of literature or theatre

ATTENTION, VIEWERS:

The following film is an experiment in the cinematic portrayal of

INvisible phenomena.

Two thousand long moons

wasted on an absurd game

But the light of a star long gone still shines on.

You find it so hard to believe

that your path is from wall to wall.

Tell me:

Do you understand me or not?

It's a pity I am weak, just like the witness

of those events on Bald Mountain.

I can see the future

but I cannot predict.

But if one day you see

my eyes in your window –

Know this!

I came to disturb your sleep.

My generation is silent in the corner;

My generation won't dare to sing;

My generation feels the pain,

but again submits to the whip.

My generation always looks down;

My generation is afraid of the day;

My generation cherishes the night,

but in the morning eats itself.

A bright, blue-green day

dawned as the thunderstorm passed.

Such a marvellous festival,

but it is clearly lacking us.

You find it so hard to decide; you're used to

weighing up the odds – for or against.

Understand this!

I am giving you a chance.

Being alive is my only trade;

it's insolence, but it's in my blood.

In the clouds I can read the names

of those who are able to fly.

And if you ever feel

the pulse of the True Love –

Know this!

I came to help you rise.

My generation is silent in the corner;

My generation won't dare to sing;

My generation feels the pain,

but again submits to the whip.

My generation always looks down;

My generation is afraid of the day;

My generation cherishes the night,

but in the morning eats itself – YEAH!

My generation is silent in the corner;

My generation won't dare to sing;

My generation feels the pain,

but again submits to the whip.

My generation always looks down;

My generation is afraid of the day;

My generation cherishes the night,

but in the morning eats itself.

Hey!

Generation, answer me!

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

I am here!

Hey!

Generation, answer me!

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

I am here!

YA-HAA

Igor, what are you getting dressed for?

Igor.

Switch off the music, please.

You should be asleep.

Get up. I have an appointment in 10 minutes.

What are you doing at Elf ? Never been there before?

Never seen the pimps?

Malin's going to be there, he promised 20 tickets to Tsoi.

Tsoi?

What kind of present is that? He could have got you wine instead.

Tickets to Tsoi...

that's not normal.

Turn your head slightly.

Okay, hi.

Bye then, see you.

- Let them know I'm coming. - Not a chance.

Hey.

You have a flat, right?

Don't you know anyone who has one?

We'll be there in a second.

Relax, guys.

Let's enjoy it: the sky, the sun, spring. Relax.

Enjoy it.

Oh, hi! Look, it's the bridegroom.

Hey.

- And where's Egorova? - We're meeting her there.

- What about the tickets to see Tsoi? - Malin screwed them up.

It's okay, we'll figure it out. Tuzik can put our names on the list.

Egorova lives with her granny...

And I can't take her back to mine, either.

I don't know what to do.

Who's going to be the witness?

Malin! I spent all morning looking for him.

Malin? What are you on about? Haven't you heard? He left for America.

For America..?

- Yes, of course. - With Brian Eno.

- That's an idea. - Incredible.

Mowgli is also getting married in two weeks, at the Osteria .

With Terry?

With Terry, a party at Saigon , double coffee for everyone!

Tuzik, will you be their witness?

- Yeah, of course, it's a deal. - Either him or Kinchev.

it should definitely be whoever is best dressed.

- Ya-haa is all together. - Yeah, reunited.

That's quite something.

We'll show them!

I haven't heard music like this in a long time.

Maniacs...

Ya-haa!

The registry office is not a dance hall.

Our ceremony is accredited by Moscow. Stop this outrage!

Dear young people! In 20 years' time,

you will look at your photographs and feel ashamed.

It's like usual.

Totally calm, you know?

Totally.

Hey, Kostya!

Can you give me a light?

- This is Ruta. She wants you. - You idiot.

No, I'm joking.

You asshole.

- Are you playing today? - No.

What about Tsoi?

Tsoi? How would I know? Go and ask.

What do we have here? What's in the little bag?

A little money in the little bag!

Where are you going?

15 roubles.

Could you give me a fiver?

Come on, give it to me.

What are you pulling for?

We will soon live under communism.

Give me the money, you don't need it.

It's not all so bad,

- Tsoi will be here soon. - Hands off!

We'll sell you to the Finns on Nevsky. You just need a fuller chest!

You ruined my sweater...

Granny is well-loaded.

Kostya, which bunker did you crawl out of?

Oh, that's Tsoi!

Will we all be able to get in?

We'll manage, don't worry.

Tuzik, ask him. Go on, ask.

Have you been here long?

- It's nothing. - Hey.

Viktor, put our names down, yeah?

Beatles, you're too early. Come back in an hour.

How long can one wait? We're always waiting for someone.

We've already waited all day. Let's rather go and see Egorova.

We can sit, relax, drink tea until her granny gets back.

EVERYTHING IS FORBIDDEN!!!

It's amusing...

You just got married. Total coincidence.

What's the point?

I'm already bored of everything.

You don't need to justify the truth.

I'm bored of sentimentality on TV. I just need the truth.

Actually, all these coincidences that connect you and I,

and everyone else in the world,

even those two who are fighting for no apparent reason...

although they plan to go to a gig.

What, you're not coming too?

No, why should I? I'm tired.

In fact, all these coincidences are by chance.

When you get older,

you'll understand that coincidence is coincidence.

We stand still, but time passes.

The black grandmother

approaches your house.

Everything is secondary. Everything is copied.

A phenomenon of imitation. What is it all for?

All these gigs.

Banging out the same hits three, four times.

What's the point?

Third, fourth, fifth, sixth. Almost everyone's doing it.

What's bad about it?

Look at these guys, sitting quietly.

Those guys are just chilling out. Playing for their own enjoyment.

And what is not imitated?

Those who do not imitate are at least a bit better.

What do you want?

I'm tired. I don't want anything at all!

I want to go to Moscow, I want to take a bath!