Станс В душе её...

"And on-over the water
The fog spreads out,
The car is getting cold.
Once again on a long journey
He's going to start in the morning
Circus tent.
Timidly across the fields
From the views of buries,
Banging on the door
Our lost one
Love,
A wounded animal.

The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads.
The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads.

Hundreds of thousands of years
We should share the same amount of money,
Me and you
Everything that wasn't picked up
Angry Crows
In our destiny.
Hundreds of thousands of years
We'll wait for the charioteer
And with a shout-Get down!
With a rich man's heart,
With a beggar's purse
Plop down in the mud.

The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads.
The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads.

Knead to the bottom,
And let them chase you
Grief and darkness.
Only one life,
And you should remember-
There is a ravine nearby."

"The creak of the wheel" of a deaf fate, the poet and composer Igor Sarukhanov clearly heard!
What, dear Valery-so clearly reflected in the feelings of the LITERARY HERO.
"And it will pass" Sincerely, Hoffnung

Надежда Зернова   10.02.2021 23:05   •   Заявить о нарушении