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Никто не шутит с природой
И дело - дрянь, и лету конец.
И только, споря с погодой,
Поет какой-то глупый скворец.
Друзья давно отсвистели
И, улетая, звали с собой:
"А завтра грянут метели,
Кому ты будешь нужен зимой?"
А он, чудак, не мог понять никак:
Куда улетать,
Зачем его куда-то зовут,
Если здесь его дом, его песни,
Его родина тут,
И кому весной его трель нужна,
Ежели весна и без того весна,
И кто сказал, что песням зимой конец? -
Совсем не конец!
Что за глупый скворец!
Что за глупый скворец!
Что за глупый скворец!
А люди прятались в шубы
И поднимали воротники.
Какой он все-таки глупый -
С природой воевать не с руки.
Укрыты снегом аллеи,
И он не изменил ничего,
Быть может, стало лишь чуть-чуть теплее
От одинокой песни его.
А он, чудак, не мог понять никак:
Куда улетать,
Зачем его куда-то зовут,
Если здесь его дом, его песни,
Его родина тут,
И кому весной его трель нужна,
Ежели весна и без того весна,
И кто сказал, что песням зимой конец? -
Совсем не конец!
Что за глупый скворец!
Что за глупый скворец!
Что за глупый скворец!
No one jokes with nature
And the matter is rubbish, and the summer is the end.
And only, arguing with the weather,
Sings some stupid starling.
Friends have long moved
And, flying away, they called with them:
"And tomorrow, snowstorms will be stuck,
Who will you need in the winter? "
And he, an eccentric, could not understand in any way:
Where to fly away
Why is he called somewhere,
If his house is here, his songs,
His homeland is here,
And who needs his trill in the spring,
If spring is already spring
And who said that the songs are ended in winter? -
Not the end at all!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
And people hid in fur coats
And they raised the collars.
How stupid he is -
Fight with nature is not from hand.
Covered with snow alley,
And he did not change anything
Perhaps it became only a little warmer
From his lonely song.
And he, an eccentric, could not understand in any way:
Where to fly away
Why is he called somewhere,
If his house is here, his songs,
His homeland is here,
And who needs his trill in the spring,
If spring is already spring
And who said that the songs are ended in winter? -
Not the end at all!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
And the matter is rubbish, and the summer is the end.
And only, arguing with the weather,
Sings some stupid starling.
Friends have long moved
And, flying away, they called with them:
"And tomorrow, snowstorms will be stuck,
Who will you need in the winter? "
And he, an eccentric, could not understand in any way:
Where to fly away
Why is he called somewhere,
If his house is here, his songs,
His homeland is here,
And who needs his trill in the spring,
If spring is already spring
And who said that the songs are ended in winter? -
Not the end at all!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
And people hid in fur coats
And they raised the collars.
How stupid he is -
Fight with nature is not from hand.
Covered with snow alley,
And he did not change anything
Perhaps it became only a little warmer
From his lonely song.
And he, an eccentric, could not understand in any way:
Where to fly away
Why is he called somewhere,
If his house is here, his songs,
His homeland is here,
And who needs his trill in the spring,
If spring is already spring
And who said that the songs are ended in winter? -
Not the end at all!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
What a stupid starling!
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