Листья осины дрожат на ветру,
В парке гуляю одна я,
И, продолжая немую игру,
Номер твой не набираю.
Листья осины и мелкая дрожь,
Кофе я пью, чтоб согреться,
Молча кричу – ну когда же поймёшь,
Что никуда нам не деться.
Год то иль месяц прошёл – не беда,
Без репетиций мы встретим –
Чувства летят как сквозь пальцы вода, -
Мы их когда-то заметим.
Я ничего не поделаю тут:
Скучно, когда очень просто.
Сложно, поэтому, всё как всегда,
Ты: одеяло и простынь.
Ну неужели ты любишь меня –
Эту весёлую рыжую львицу,
Склонную к сплину иль русской хандре,
И, не желающую покориться.
Я себя помню довольно иной –
Смелой, активной, серьёзной,
И, не заметив, как стала другой,
И завернулась я в простынь.
Или надела опять скорлупу,
Роль, или маску, личину.
Чёрствою стала и стала скупой,
Жизни предвидя кончину.
Но, иногда, воспрянув ото сна,
Жизнью дышу хаотично,
С запахом кофе вдыхаю тебя,
И слышен смех мой публично.
Яркий мой день сменит звёздная ночь –
Ты в ней останешься тоже.
Света ты сын, может, я Тени дочь –
И рассвет друг для друга, и ложе.
The aspen
leaves trembling in the wind,
Walk in the Park one I
And, continuing silent game
The room your not trying to enter.
The leaves of aspen and small shiver,
Coffee I drink to stay warm,
Silent shout - Oh when will understand
What's nowhere we did not go.
Walk in the Park one I
And, continuing silent game
The room your not trying to enter.
The leaves of aspen and small shiver,
Coffee I drink to stay warm,
Silent shout - Oh when will understand
What's nowhere we did not go.
Year then Ile month has passed - it does not matter,
Without rehearsals we meet -
Feelings fly through his fingers as water, -
We will notice that.
I have nothing to be done here:
Bored, when it is very simple.
It is difficult, therefore, all as always,
Are you a blanket and a sheet.
Well do you love me -
This cheerful red lioness,
Prone to Splin Ile Russian Blues,
And, not wishing to submit.
I can remember quite different -
Bold, active, serious
And, not noticing how different
And I wrapped in a sheet.
Or put again shell,
Role, or mask, the mask.
Stale began and became a miser,
Life in anticipation of death.
But, sometimes, went away from a dream,
Life breathe erratically,
With the smell of coffee breathe you,
And you can hear the laughter of my publicly.
Bright my day will replace starry night -
You will remain the same.
Light thou son, I may Shadows daughter
And dawn for each other, and the bed.
Without rehearsals we meet -
Feelings fly through his fingers as water, -
We will notice that.
I have nothing to be done here:
Bored, when it is very simple.
It is difficult, therefore, all as always,
Are you a blanket and a sheet.
Well do you love me -
This cheerful red lioness,
Prone to Splin Ile Russian Blues,
And, not wishing to submit.
I can remember quite different -
Bold, active, serious
And, not noticing how different
And I wrapped in a sheet.
Or put again shell,
Role, or mask, the mask.
Stale began and became a miser,
Life in anticipation of death.
But, sometimes, went away from a dream,
Life breathe erratically,
With the smell of coffee breathe you,
And you can hear the laughter of my publicly.
Bright my day will replace starry night -
You will remain the same.
Light thou son, I may Shadows daughter
And dawn for each other, and the bed.