Lorca

1
Gypsy prishё the road
The gray-haired and old town,
He called on the doorstep
A lone voice of the guitar.

The voice does not resound -
Answer a quiet area:
- The old man, she is now with the sun -
Go and look for them in the grove.

2
Sun took on the grass
Drought month tormented,
Color it is - poison
Iz ring with ruby ;;blood.

They loved the guitar,
Whose body is flexible singing -
She met him become
Gorstskoy dry ash.

3
Gypsy conspired with others -
He has promised a bit -
With her throat - coral -
With his chest - a new cross.

Is friends behind Gypsy
Almost inaudible walked
And pnye walked back,
And thread corals play.

4
At night on the white tower
Nailed zvezoy Moon - the
She wistfully invariable
I watched from the river bottom.

During the night of reflection
Killed star moon
He wept on his knees
Heaven and silence.

5
At night, they fled
In blue and red roofs -
They were chased daggers
And there were blood Ryzhi.
At night they went to sleep
Under the eyelashes chamois
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Tallinn streets in the neck
The morning was gray.
                August 2. 1969