Пётр Налич с друзьями - Omnibus
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старая домашняя зарисовка; выловлена в аудиоколлекции МКПН-клуба (если я нарушаю чьи-либо авторские права, сообщите)
Symphony in Yellow (by Oscar Wilde)
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Symphony in Yellow (by Oscar Wilde)
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Old home sketch; caught in the audio collection of the PMPN club (if I violate someone's copyright, inform)
Symphony in Yellow (by Oscar Wilde)
An omnibus across the bridge
CRAWLS Like A Yellow Butterfly
And, Gere and there, a passer-by
Shows Like a Little Restless My.
Big Barges Full of Yellow Hay
Are Moored Against the Shadowy Wharf,
And, Like a Yellow Silken Scarf,
The Thick Fog Hangs Along the Quay.
The Yellow Leaves Begin to Fade
And Flutter from the Temple Elms,
And at my feat
Lies Like a Rod of Rippled Jude.
Symphony in Yellow (by Oscar Wilde)
An omnibus across the bridge
CRAWLS Like A Yellow Butterfly
And, Gere and there, a passer-by
Shows Like a Little Restless My.
Big Barges Full of Yellow Hay
Are Moored Against the Shadowy Wharf,
And, Like a Yellow Silken Scarf,
The Thick Fog Hangs Along the Quay.
The Yellow Leaves Begin to Fade
And Flutter from the Temple Elms,
And at my feat
Lies Like a Rod of Rippled Jude.