Николай Прилепский - ПОЛУГОДОВАЯ ПАНИХИДА
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Panichid

Music: N. Prilepsky
Words: V. Platonenko

Lights burn,
Lit on thin candles,
They burn
Under the sky gloomy spring.
And in those lights
Spring mixed in the fall.
They cannot be understood
Those who did not know that fall.
It is so mottled here
In that fall, it was from the lights.
Bonfires
In the night, they are tired of flames.
Well, then
Over the reflection in the river
Concrete burned,
Like a coal bricket,
He was Cheron.
This is in a squat, like snow,
Bel, like a skull,
And then he was black
Anthracite
Ideal blackness,
When it poured
Ashes from black heights ...

Lights burn.
On the wicks of church candles
They burn
For everyone who happened to lie down
Under the layer of land.
It doesn’t matter if they know
Or lay down
Without preserving your names ...
Autumn day
Just six months ago
What a fire
Then their eyes burned!
Let now
Six months later from these days,
Fire in candles
He will remind us of that fire
So that and after
They remembered how now
Those whose bones,
Lunned like a candle
So that, as in a gap, they
Passed through the years -
Burned out,
Substituted then ...

But no matter how to burn -
At least take all Moscow with fire
No one already
Back will not come out of the fire.
Closing the ranks
Under the dead of October
Into fire and smoke
They left by a row.
Lights burn ...
People are unable to warm,
They burn.
Well, what else to burn ...
Like sails,
Firing the panels is recognized
To heaven
The last battalion left ...

Lights burn ...