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IT IS SNOWING

Music Sergey Nikitin
The words of Boris Pasternak

Snow comes, snow comes.
To white asterisks in a drill
The flowers of the geranium are stretched
For the window binding.

Snow goes, and everything is in the confusion,
Everything takes into the flight:
The black staircase of the step,
Crossroads turn.

Snow comes, snow comes,
As if they are not falling flakes
And in a paid salop
The sky is the ground.

As if with a view of an eccentric
From the upper landing,
Sneaking, playing hide and seek
The sky leaves from the attic

Because life does not wait:
Do not look back, and - Christmas time.
Only - a short gap,
You look - there is New Year.

Snow is thick-gut
In the leg with him, in the feet of those
At the same pace, with the laziness of that
Or with the same speed,
Maybe time passes?

Maybe a year a year
Follow how snow goes
Or how are words in the poem?
Maybe time passes ...
Maybe a year on the year ...

Snow comes, snow comes,
Snow goes, and all in the confusion:
Cauled pedestrian,
Surprised plants,
Crossroads turn.

Snow comes, snow comes.
Snow is coming, the snow goes ...