Карина - Деревянные слезы
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Рыдала рябина слезой деревянной
И корчились ветки-глубокие раны
От злого удара руки крестьянина
Слезой деревянной рыдала рябина
Недавно стояла могучей, красивой
На родине старой- великой России
Не кланяясь ветрам, не бурям, не грозам
Как гроздь с древесины текут теперь слезы...
Деревянные слезы
Падут на ладонь
Кто сказал не поможет?
Их больше не тронь
Кто сказал не бывает
Крупных потерь?
Деревянные слезы...
Деревянные слезы...
Любила ту землю в которой стояла
Любила то небо с которым мечтала
Разрушила всё роковая судьба
Теперь древесина всего лишь она
Душа деревянная просит пощады:
"Не руби,человек!-умоляет. -Не надо!
Тебя я прикрою от зноя, дождей
Рябинушку старую ты пожалей!"
Деревянные слезы
Падут на ладонь
Кто сказал не поможет?
Их больше не тронь
Кто сказал не бывает
Крупных потерь?
Деревянные слезы...
Деревянные слезы...
Топор же злорадно на солнце блистая
Рубил всё и думал- рябина простая
Знать бы ему как стонала душа
В минуту когда он рубил не спеша
Рыдала рябина слезой деревянной
И корчились ветки- глубокие раны
Под стуки последние и смех топора
Слезой деревянной рыдала она
Деревянные слезы
Падут на ладонь
Кто сказал не поможет?
Их больше не тронь
Кто сказал не бывает
Крупных потерь?
Деревянные слезы...
Деревянные слезы...
Деревянные слезы
Падут на ладонь
Кто сказал не поможет?
Их больше не тронь
Кто сказал не бывает
Крупных потерь?
Деревянные слезы...
Деревянные слезы...
The mountain ash sobbed with a tear of wooden
And the branches were writhe-wounds
From an evil blow of the peasant's hand
Rowal sobbed a tear of wooden
Recently stood mighty, beautiful
In the homeland of old-great Russia
Not bowing to the winds, not storms, not thunderstorms
Like a bun from wood, tears are now flowing ...
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
Loved that land in which she stood
Loved the sky with whom she dreamed
Destroyed all the fatal fate
Now the wood is just it
Wooden soul asks for mercy:
“Not Ruby, Man! -Almers. -Do I need!
I will cover you with heat, rain
Ryabinushka old you pity! "
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
The ax is scorching gloat in the sun
Chopped everything and thought- a rowan is simple
Would know how the soul moan
Per minute when he chopped slowly
The mountain ash sobbed with a tear of wooden
And the branches were writhed- deep wounds
The last and laughter of an ax under the knocks
She sobbed wooden with a tear
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
And the branches were writhe-wounds
From an evil blow of the peasant's hand
Rowal sobbed a tear of wooden
Recently stood mighty, beautiful
In the homeland of old-great Russia
Not bowing to the winds, not storms, not thunderstorms
Like a bun from wood, tears are now flowing ...
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
Loved that land in which she stood
Loved the sky with whom she dreamed
Destroyed all the fatal fate
Now the wood is just it
Wooden soul asks for mercy:
“Not Ruby, Man! -Almers. -Do I need!
I will cover you with heat, rain
Ryabinushka old you pity! "
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
The ax is scorching gloat in the sun
Chopped everything and thought- a rowan is simple
Would know how the soul moan
Per minute when he chopped slowly
The mountain ash sobbed with a tear of wooden
And the branches were writhed- deep wounds
The last and laughter of an ax under the knocks
She sobbed wooden with a tear
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears
They will fall on the palm of your hand
Who said it will not help?
They don't touch them anymore
Who said it does not happen
Large losses?
Wooden tears ...
Wooden tears ...
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