Nodding bell, so dozy,
Fields wake up for fun,
Sleepy earth, so drowsy,
Smiling to the sun.
Soothing chimes are drifting
In the dark-blue sky,
Telling something secret
To the wood nearby.
Calm and peaceful valleys,
Woken from their sleep,
Frisky darting ripples
In the water leap.
Far beyond the river
There has set the moon.
And across the road
Chimes will die too soon.
С. Есенин Колокол дремавший Nodding bell, so dozy
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