|
ATOLL NERAT LYRICS
"Two Pipes To Heaven" (2005)
1. Raven
2. Fall (Dream. Trip 1)
3. Hau!!! (Birds)
4. Witch (Part 3) (Bishop's Death)
5. Two Pipes to Heaven
6. Winter (Dream. Trip 2)
1. Raven
English:
++++++
In the land of countless plains
Where even birds' cry can't be heard
I will leave the black load of my soul
And the soul-tearing wind of snowy hills
Will put down my bon-fire of words
Just like a dagger cooling down the blood
Chorus
Heavens cry with tears of rain
To the non-existing world
You will fly with us
The raven will justify you way
It will bring you past the guards
Just don't you talk to the spirits of rain
And let your heart suggest the way
You will see the world as it is
Without empty useless vanity
As it is – all of it and at once
And the talks will not be needed
And the noisy thoughts will shut up
The way it is – pure mind
Just when the night will kill the day
The sky will revive by the Moon
Your allies gonna leave you
The world in which there is no warmth
Where the life is just cold ashes
You will be sent to your last flight
I will give you hope
Become eternal like the night wind
Become pure like the mountain stream
I will give you infinity
Russian:
++++++
 êðàþ áåñ÷èñëåííûõ ðàâíèí
Ãäå äàæå ïòèö íå ñëûøåí êðèê
ß ÷åðíûé ãðóç äóøè ñâîåé îñòàâëþ
È ðâóùèé äóøó âåòåð ñíåæíûõ ãîð
Âî ìíå ïîãàñèò ñëîâ êîñòåð
Êàê ñòóäÿò êðîâü êëèíêà õîëîäíîé ñòàëüþ
Õîð
Ïëà÷ü íåáî äîæäÿ ñëåçàìè
 ìèð, ãäå ìèð – íåáûëü
Òû ïîëåòèøü çà íàìè
Âîðîí äàñò íàäåæäó, ÷òî ïðàâèëåí ïóòü
Âåòåð ïðîíåñåò òåáÿ ìèìî ñòðàæè
Òîëüêî ñ äóõàìè äîæäÿ â ðàçãîâîðû íå âñòóïàé
Ñëóøàé ñåðäöå – îíî ïîäñêàæåò ïóòü
Òû óâèäèøü ìèð, òàêèì êàê åñòü
Áåç ïóñòîé íåíóæíîé ñóåòû
Êàê åñòü – âñå è ñðàçó
È íå íóæåí áóäåò ðàçãîâîð
È óìîëêíåò ìûñëåé øóìíûé õîð
Êàê åñòü – ÷èñòûé ðàçóì
Êàê òîëüêî âå÷åð äåíü óáüåò
Ëóíîþ íåáî îæèâåò
Òâîè ñîþçíèêè òåáÿ îñòàâÿò
È ìèð, â êîòîðîì íåò òåïëà
Ãäå æèçíü õîëîäíàÿ çîëà
Òåáÿ â ïîñëåäíèé òâîé ïîëåò îòïðàâÿò
ß ïîäàðþ òåáå íàäåæäó
Ñòàíü êàê âåòåð íî÷íîé âå÷íûì
Ñòàíü êàê ãîðíûé ðó÷åé ÷èñòûì
ß ïîäàðþ òåáå áåñêîíå÷íîñòü
2. Fall (Dream. Trip 1)
English:
++++++
No sadness of the empty names
Can see horizon distant line
Bonfire of desires
I will ruin slowly
The desert's dream will let me know
By silent rustle of water
That I have started on and
From the stream I have drunk water
Distant hills' shadow
Will dissolve my sadness
Wind will blow away
Where the sky is all around me
Flap of eagle's wing
World of objects will reject
Nothing to regret
Thoughts have turned into a tall tale
On the old clock's face
Hands are moving back
And time is contracting
Into the swirl of roses
I hear the words
But I can't get the point
And I can see men
Stalking through the yellow mist
…Your motion is like a paralyzed dream
The dream that has no signs of a motion
We are so close and you know it
Chorus:
City - of our dreams
We are - gonna take you with us
…Give up all your questions
And follow the way
The very same way that your heart will advise you
And then we are just gonna help you find
Chorus:
Place without questions
Door… is half open
Now you have to follow us
Chorus:
You can just stay right here
And be yourself
So make your choice: stay here or fly with us
The leaves are again falling down from the trees
And one can hear birds cry in grey sky
The leaves are tired to leave and are dying
And summer is passing away with small rain
To lands that are so far away
Carried far away with a wind
But somehow my heart is easy and calm
As if I'm somewhere around
Watch my shadow licking the ground
I fly as a black raven high in the skies
Look for my heart where the water is flowing
And the roots of grass are sleeping in silence
Step carefully upon the cold sand
The path made of stars on the black water
And slowly, slowly advance to the East
Towards yourself, yourself, yourself
Dream – the arrow fly
That flies away somewhere
Dream – the shortest way
The way there and way back
Where the eagle's wing
Has thrown a veil over men's world
Where the arrow flies
To the place where all is clear
Russian:
++++++
Ïóñòûõ íàçâàíèé íå ïå÷àëü
È ãîðèçîíòà íèòü âèäíà
ß ñâîé êîñòåð æåëàíèé
Ìåäëåííî ðóêîé ðàçðóøó
È òèõèì øåëåñòîì âîäû
Ìèðàæ ïóñòûíè äàñò ìíå çíàòü
×òî ÿ äâèæåíüå íà÷àë
Èç ðó÷üÿ âîäû íàïèëñÿ
Òåíü äàëåêèõ ãîð
Ðàñòâîðèò ìîþ ïå÷àëü
Âåòðîì óíåñåò
 ìåñòî, ãäå âîêðóã ëèøü íåáî
Âçìàõ êðûëà îðëà
Ìèð âåùåé îòáðîñèò âäàëü
Íè÷åãî íå æàëü
Ìûñëè ïðåâðàòèëèñü â íåáûëü
Íà ñòàðûõ ÷àñàõ
Ñòðåëêè äâèíóëèñü âñïÿòü
È âðåìÿ ñæèìàåòñÿ
 âèõðå èç ðîç öâåòóùèõ
ß ñëûøó ñëîâà
Òîëüêî ñìûñë íå ïîíÿòü
È âèæó ëþäåé
Ñêâîçü æåëòûé òóìàí èäóùèõ
…Òâîå äâèæåíüå ïîõîæå íà ñîí
 êîòîðîì îòñóòñòâóåò ïðèçíàê äâèæåíüÿ
Ìû óæå áëèçêî òû çíàåøü
Õîð:
 ãîðîä íàøèõ ñíîâ
Ìû òåáÿ âîçüìåì ñ ñîáîþ
…Îñòàâü âñå ñîìíåíüÿ
È ñëåäóé ïóòè
Êîòîðûé òåáå òâîå ñåðäöå ïîäñêàæåò
Ìû ïðîñòî ïîìîæåì íàéòè òåáå
Õîð:
Ìåñòî áåç ñîìíåíèé
Äâåðü… ïðèîòêðûòà
Ñëåäóé òåïåðü çà íàìè
Õîð:
Ìîæåøü îñòàòüñÿ çäåñü
È áûòü ñîáîé
Î ñòàâàéñÿ èëè ëåòè ñ íàìè
Ñ äåðåâüåâ âíîâü îáëåòàåò ëèñòâà
È â ñåðîì íåáå ñëûøíû êðèêè ïòèö
Óñòàâøàÿ æèòü óìèðàåò ëèñòâà
È ñ ìåëêèì äîæäåì óõîäèò òèõî ëåòî
 êðàÿ, êîòîðûå òàê äàëåêî
È âåòåð íåñåò åãî âäàëü áåç ãðàíèö
À ìíå ïî÷åìó-òî íà ñåðäöå ëåãêî è ñïîêîéíî
Ñëîâíî ÿ ðÿäîì ãäå-òî…
Ñëåäè çà òåíüþ ìîåé íà çåìëå
ß âîðîíîì ÷åðíûì ëå÷ó â îáëàêàõ
Èùè ìîå ñåðäöå ó ñàìîé âîäû
Òàì ãäå ïîêîÿòñÿ êîðíè òðàâ
Ñòóïàé îñòîðîæíî íà õîëîäíûé ïåñîê
Íà äîðîæêó èç çâåçä íà ÷åðíîé âîäå
È ìåäëåííî äâèãàéñÿ íà âîñòîê
Ê ñåáå, ê ñåáå, ê ñåáå, ê ñåáå…
Ñîí – ïîëåò ñòðåëû
×òî ëåòèò êóäà-òî âäàëü
Ñîí – êîðîòêèé ïóòü
Ïóòü òóäà è ïóòü îáðàòíî
Ãäå êðûëîì îðëà
Íà ìèð ëþäåé íàêèíóòà âóàëü
Ãäå ëåòèò ñòðåëà
 ìåñòî, ãäå âñå è òàê ïîíÿòíî
3. Hau!!! (Birds)
English:
++++++
And again the night that has no sleep
And again the day with all colors dead
There is a war going on in my head
And the flowers there are dying
The silver horseman with a long spear
Rides up the hill and dismounts
The silver horseman kindles the fire
The fire that burns me alive
I blow out the candles
And leave my home
The world's not distinct
But things are known
The birds in the sky
Black birds in the sky there … there…
The horseman takes the brands
To lit his pipe
The sandy auster wind will fan the brands
And carry the smoke to heaven
So that eagles know there … there…
Among the hills I will leave my body
Let Guajo take my soul to heaven
As a white seagull to the golden clouds
So that nobody can stop its flight
In transparent sadness
The trees in silence
The stream of thoughts was
Not disturbed by word
From far away world
The allies called
This ancient call
Was so much like the Fall
Among the hills I will leave my body
Let Guajo take my soul to heaven
As a white seagull to the golden clouds
So that nobody can stop its flight
I will fill my heart with wind
I will revive the world with flowers
I will meet the old pagan priests
Behind the clouds
Where words have no power
Where deception has no meaning there … there
Where horizon is endless
Where silence is reward
In two spits from heaven
In two crosses from heaven
I will stop the motion
I will be like the smoke there … there…
Russian:
++++++
È ñíîâà íî÷ü, â êîòîðîé íåò ñíà
È ñíîâà äåíü, ãäå âñå êðàñêè ìåðòâû
 ìîåé ãîëîâå âåäåòñÿ âîéíà
È òàì óìèðàþò öâåòû
Ñåðåáðÿíûé âñàäíèê ñ äëèííûì êîïüåì
Âúåçæàåò íà õîëì è ñõîäèò ñ êîíÿ
Ñåðåáðÿíûé âñàäíèê ðàçâîäèò îãîíü
Êîòîðûé ñæèãàåò ìåíÿ
ß çàäóâàþ ñâå÷è
ß âûõîæó èç äîìà
Ìèð íå ñîâñåì î÷åð÷åí
 îáùåì-òî, âñå çíàêîìî
Ïòèöû ïàðÿò â íåáå
×åðíûå ïòèöû â íåáå òàì… òàì…
Âñàäíèê áåðåò óãëè
×òîáû çàæå÷ü òðóáêó
Âåòåð ïåñêîâ þãà óãëè åìó ðàçäóåò
Äûì óíåñåò ê íåáó
×òîáû îðëû çíàëè òàì… òàì…
Ìåæ õîëìîâ îñòàâëþ òåëî ñâîå
Ïóñòü ãóàõî äóøó â íåáî âîçüìåò
×àéêîé áåëîé ê çîëîòûì îáëàêàì
È íèêòî åå ïîëåò íå ïðåðâåò
 ïðîçðà÷íîé ïå÷àëè
Äåðåâüÿ ìîë÷àëè
Ïðàâèëüíûé õîä ìûñëåé
Íå áûë íàðóøåí ñëîâîì
Èç ñàìîé èç äàëè
Ñîþçíèêè çâàëè
Ñèëû ïðèçûâ äðåâíåé
Áûë òàê ïîõîæ íà îñåíü
Ìåæ õîëìîâ îñòàâëþ òåëî ñâîå
Ïóñòü ãóàõî äóøó â íåáî âîçüìåò
×àéêîé áåëîé ê çîëîòûì îáëàêàì
È íèêòî åå ïîëåò íå ïðåðâåò
Ñåðäöå íàïîëíþ âåòðîì
Ìèð îæèâëþ öâåòàìè
Äðåâíèõ æðåöîâ ñìèðåííûõ
Âñòðå÷ó çà îáëàêàìè
Òàì, ãäå â ñëîâàõ íåò ñèëû
Òàì, ãäå íåò ñìûñëà â ôàëüøè òàì… òàì…
Ãäå ãîðèçîíò áåñêðàåí
Ãäå òèøèíà íàãðàäîé
 ïàðå ïëåâêîâ îò ðàÿ
 ïàðå êðåñòîâ îò àäà
ß ïðåêðàùó äâèæåíüå
Ñòàíó ïîäîáåí äûìó òàì… òàì…
4. Witch (Part 3) (Bishop's Death)
English:
++++++
The dogs of night are showing their teeth
And tearing the wind with their bark
I will give them freedom
With the night storm
With the first thunder
The whole pack
Will go to the North
To arrive there at midnight
And become themselves
The soldier on the bridge
Will shriek silently
The fangs on his throat
Through the open gates
We'll come in
To have a funeral feast
Many will die asleep
Blood smell intoxicates
We will not close the books
Until the bishop is dead
Death… will follow us into each
Home… and will take those it
Needs… first the dogs and
Then… it waits for the souls
The empty square lit by lightning
The wind throws up the dust
The bon-fire is down, the ashes smolder
Next to the empty cross
Ice in the eyes of the priest
Horror and fear
And the pack of dogs driving him
Away from home that's close to the bridge
Watch the full Moon
There's so little light in your eyes
Take with you all your pain
That you'll get by the dawn
On the roomy site of fire
The dogs were ripping the flesh
The bishop's soul was leaving
His body in throes
The Moon was shining through the clouds
It was raining over the town
The dogs were holding the death
‘Cause they were waiting…
The death touched upon
What had just been
Burning in the name of love
With the rays of dawn
The pack left the town
And disappeared
All the night warriors were gone
…Following the midnight Moon
To the lands of endless words of grief
And the day returned to the town
The day that was long awaited
Russian:
++++++
Ïñû íî÷è õèùíî îñêàëÿñü
Ðâóò ëàåì âåòåð
ß ïîäàðþ èì ñâîáîäó
Ñ ãðîçîé íî÷íîþ
È ñ ïåðâûì ãðîìîì
Âñÿ ñòàÿ
Óéäåò íà ñåâåð
×òîá â ïîëíî÷ü
Ìåñòà äîñòèãíóòü
È áûòü ñîáîþ
Âîèí íà ìîñòó
×óòü âñêðèêíåò
Êëûêè óæå íà ãîðëå
 îòêðûòûå âîðîòà
Ìû âîéäåì
×òîá òðèçíó ñïðàâèòü
Ìíîãî âî ñíå óìðåò
Çàïàõ êðîâè ïüÿíèò
Ìû íå çàêðîåì ñ÷åò
Ïîêà ïðåëàò íå óáèò
Ñìåðòü… âîéäåò çà íàìè â êàæäûé
Äîì… è òåõ âîçüìåò, êòî íóæåí
Åé… ñíà÷àëà ïñû, îíà
Ïîòîì… æäåò äóøè ó äâåðåé
Ïóñòàÿ ïëîùàäü â ñâåòå ìîëíèé
Âåòåð ïîäíÿë ââåðõ ïðàõ
Êîñòåð ïîãàñ ëèøü òëåþò óãëè
Ó ïóñòîãî êðåñòà
À ó ñâÿùåííèêà â ãëàçàõ êàê ëüäèíêè
Óæàñ è ñòðàõ
È ñòàÿ ïñîâ åãî âåäåò
Îò äîìà, ÷òî ó ìîñòà
Ñëåäè çà ïîëíîþ ëóíîé
 òâîèõ ãëàçàõ òàê ìàëî ñâåòà
Âîçüìè âñþ áîëü ñâîþ ñ ñîáîé
×òî òû ïîëó÷èøü äî ðàññâåòà
Íà ïåïåëèùå ïðîñòîðíîì
Ñîáàêè ðâàëè ïëîòü
Äóøà åïèñêîïà â êðèêàõ
Òåðÿëà òåëî
Ëóíà ñâåòèëà ñêâîçü òó÷è
Íàä ãîðîäîì øåë äîæäü
Ñîáàêè ñìåðòü íå ïóñêàëè
Ñîáàêè æäàëè…
Ñìåðòü ïðèêîñíóëàñü
Ê òîìó, ÷òî íåäàâíî
Ïûòàëî âî èìÿ ëþáâè
Ñ çàðåé ëó÷àìè
Ñòàÿ ïîêèíóëà ãîðîä
È ñêðûëàñü
Âñå âîèíû íî÷è óøëè
…Âñëåä çà ïîëíî÷íîé ëóíîé
 ìåñòà áåñêðàéíûõ ñëîâ ïå÷àëè
È â ãîðîä âíîâü âåðíóëñÿ äåíü
Êîòîðûé âñå òàê äîëãî æäàëè
5. Two Pipes to Heaven
English:
++++++
Look, how long I've been flying along in your dreams
Dreams that are empty as the night sky
Look, how the sunset is washed away by rain
And this noise in my head – I wish I could fly
After midnight , the wind will calm down
I will take you with me
And in the places where thoughts are ashes
We'll open our eyes together
The century will turn into a minute
I will dissolve into eternity
And you will hear the sadness of words
As words keep reflecting in words
You'll open the door and the fall wind
Will swing open the shutters
And upon the fresh fallen leaves
You will run as a grey wolf into your longest journey
Don't you call for your soul to come back
It just doesn't care now about this
Losing the reality with the light smoke
Leave your sleeping body
Chorus:
Be a star if you want to
Flush your light from the skies
Because we permit you
To be yourself
Be the deserts' sand
Be the grain of fields
Because we permit you
To be yourself
Lost in a dark forest
Align your motions with the rustle
Of the grass and fall leaves
Their smell will suggest that
You're right
All the thoughts will spill but not like rains
And not like the short moments of sadness
And not like some useless diffidence
All the distances will become clear
Don't you call for your soul to come back
It just doesn't care now about this
Losing the reality with the light smoke
It has left the sleeping body
Chorus:
Ahhhh
…World
Will not be disrupted by us
You can decide…
… If you will become the fall sky
Or fly in the skies
Look, how long I've been flying along in your dreams
Dreams that are empty as the night sky
Look, how the sunset is washed away by rain
And this noise in my head – I wish I could fly
Step the last step two pipes long
will leave to myself
I will use all the fall winds
To close the shutters
And the soul will find its body
When the raven recognizes the wolf
And maybe you'll become the fall sky
Who knows? Who knows?
Russian:
++++++
Ïîñìîòðè, êàê äàâíî ÿ ëåòàþ â òâîèõ ñíàõ
Ñíàõ òàêîé ïóñòîòû êàê íî÷íîå íåáî
Ïîñìîòðè, êàê äîæäåì ðàçìûâàåòñÿ çàêàò
È êàê øóì â ãîëîâå – ïîëåòàòü è ìíå áû
Çàïîëíî÷ü, ÷óòü ñòèõíåò âåòåð
ß âîçüìó òåáÿ ñ ñîáîþ
 ìåñòàõ ãäå ìûñëè ïåïåë
ß ñ òîáîé ãëàçà îòêðîþ
Îäíîé ìèíóòîé ñòàíåò âåê
È â áåñêîíå÷íîñòü ðàñòâîðÿÿñü
Òû âäðóã óñëûøèøü ñëîâ ïå÷àëü
 ñëîâàõ ñëîâàìè îòðàæàÿñü
Äâåðü îòêðîåøü è âåòðîì îñåííèì
Ðàñïàõíóòüñÿ îêîííûå ñòàâíè
È ïî ëèñòüÿì íåäàâíî îïàâøèì
Âîëêîì ñåðûì â ñâîé ïóòü ñàìûé äàëüíèé
Íå çîâè ñâîþ äóøó îáðàòíî
Åé ñåé÷àñ íåò äî ýòîãî äåëà
Ñ äûìîì ëåãêèì òåðÿÿ ðåàëüíîñòü
Ïîêèäàé ñâîé óñíóâøåå òåëî…
Õîð:
Õî÷åøü, áóäü çâåçäîé
Ñ íåáà ñâåòîì ëåé
Ìû ðàçðåøàåì òåáå
Áûòü ñàìèì ñîáîé
Ñòàíü ïåñêîì ïóñòûíü
Ñòàíü çåðíîì ïîëåé
Ìû ðàçðåøàåì òåáå
Áûòü ñîáîé
Òåìíûì ïëóòàÿ ëåñîì
Äâèæåíüå ñâîå âûâåðè ñ øîðîõîì
Òðàâ è îñåííèõ ëèñòüåâ
Èõ çàïàõ ïîäñêàæåò òåáå
Òû ïðàâ!
Íå äîæäÿìè ïðîëüþòñÿ âñå ìûñëè
Íå ìãíîâåíüåì ìèíóòíîé ïå÷àëè
Íå ïóñòûìè ñîìíåíèÿìè ïðåä ñîáîé
Ïîíÿòíûìè ñòàíóò âñå äàëè
Íå çîâè ñâîþ äóøó îáðàòíî
Åé ñåé÷àñ íåò äî ýòîãî äåëà
Ñ äûìîì ëåãêèì òåðÿÿ ðåàëüíîñòü
Îíà ïîêèíóëà óñíóâøåå òåëî
Õîð:
À-À-À…
…Ìèð…
Ìû ñ òîáîé íå ïîòðåâîæèì
Ìîæåøü ðåøàòü…
…Áûòü òåáå íåáîì îñåííèì
Èëü â íåáå ëåòàòü…
Ïîñìîòðè, êàê äàâíî ÿ ëåòàþ â òâîèõ ñíàõ
Ñíàõ òàêîé ïóñòîòû êàê íî÷íîå íåáî
Ïîñìîòðè, êàê äîæäåì ðàçìûâàåòñÿ çàêàò
È êàê øóì â ãîëîâå – ïîëåòàòü è ìíå áû
Øàã ïîñëåäíèé øàã â äâå òðóáêè
ß îñòàâëþ çà ñîáîþ
Âåòðîì âñåõ ëåñîâ îñåííèõ
Îêîííûå ñòàâíè îòêðîþ
È äóøà ñâîå òåëî îòûùåò
Êîãäà âîðîí âîëêà óçíàåò
È ìîæåò áûòü òåáå íåáîì îñåííèì
Êòî çíàåò? Êòî çíàåò?
6. Winter (Dream. Trip 2)
English:
++++++
Night, but what is coming next?
How will I open my eyes
If my heart is empty and
The spirits are dumb?
I've become somebody else
Just not to be myself
Like a candle burnt myself
Candle died out
…I have lost what was important in life
…And I've traded human world for world of mirrors
…I'm afraid to wake up into a dream
…Even though I was still flying
My soul has turned dark
I've wrapped the warmth in snows
I've frozen up my heart
So that it doesn't hurt
And one cold evening
When there was snowstorm
With the icy wind
I left my body…
…And still not quite believing
That I have come through
I whirled in dance of spirits
Just like a snowflake
With fluffy weightless white snow
Covering the soil
Under black and starry winter skies
From one side to another
If that's how the Death arrives
I'll fling doors wide open
And I'm gonna leave behind
All the world's grief
Fateful whisper of the Death
Will carry me away and
I will fly away like snow
To the black distance
Russian:
++++++
Íî÷ü, à ÷òî ïðèäåò çà íåé
Ñ ÷åì ÿ ãëàçà îòêðîþ
Åñëè â ñåðäöå ïóñòîòà
È äóõè ìîë÷àò
ß ñòàðàëñÿ áûòü äðóãèì
×òîáû íå áûòü ñîáîþ
ß ñâå÷åé ñåáÿ ñæèãàë
Ãàñëà ñâå÷à
…Ïîòåðÿë, ÷òî â æèçíè áûëî âàæíûì
…Ìèð ëþäåé ñìåíèë íà ìèð çåðêàë
…È íå ñïàòü âî ñíàõ ìíå ñòàëî ñòðàøíî
…Õîòü ïî-ïðåæíåìó ÿ â íèõ ëåòàë
Ñòàë äóøîé íå ñâåòåë
Òåïëî îäåë â ñíåãà
Çàìîðîçèë ñåðäöå
×òîá íå áîëåëî
È â õîëîäíûé âå÷åð
Êîãäà ìåòåëü ìåëà
Âìåñòå ñ âåòðîì ëüäîâ
Îñòàâèë òåëî…
…È â òî, ÷òî ÿ íå óìåð
Åùå íå âåðÿ
ß â òàíöå äóõîâ âåòðà
Êðóæèëñÿ ñíåãîì
Ïóøèñòûì ëåãêèì áåëûì ñíåãîì
Çåìëþ óêðûâàÿ
Ïîä ÷åðíûì çâåçäíûì çèìíèì íåáîì
Îò êðàÿ è äî êðàÿ
Åñëè òàê ïðèõîäèò Ñìåðòü
ß åé îòêðîþ äâåðè
È îñòàâëþ çà ñïèíîé
Ìèðà ïå÷àëü
 øåïîò âåùèõ ãóá åå
Ñðàçó áåç ñëîâ ïîâåðÿ
ß ñíåæèíêîé óëå÷ó
 ÷åðíóþ äàëü
|
|
