Борис Вайханский - В квартире Поля Элюара
текст песни

In the apartment of Paul Elyuara
(In general, he was Grandel Ezhén)
The quiet guitar sounds
There, on the fourth floor



In Paris, near "Gardyunra"
(In Russian - "North Station"),
Where the city flora is going to go ...
(What did I say about Flora?) ...



Oh yes, half a century has passed since then,
How Elyar left the world.
There was a man - there is no man.
Only the issue of apartments remained.



And here in the apartment of Elyuara
Already a completely different poet
Their chansons for guitar
Sings, after fifty years.



It would seem that such a trifle -
Only fifty years later,
In the apartment of Elyuara Field
There, in the French side -
Be in one's usual role
Singer-poet, chansonnier.



But no, so bad luck!
And let the poet, like God, sings ...
To sing here in Russian means little!
He is a Frenchman, brothers, Patriot!
Give him Apolliner,
PROVER or Beranger,
Head of the Great Flaubert,
The line that Eugene wrote ...



Alas, here the Russian syllable is not powerful.
(I will give my head to the scold).
Although the eyes burn partly
The sensual French ladies.



But the ball will not go to the luster now,
And completely smears the crossbow,
Since the poet is a muse.
And next to the muse there is no chance!



In the apartment of Paul Elyuar
Skerits treacherously parquet.
The couple sings,
The lyrical duet sounds.



Monsieur Boris is not a barrel, of course.
Madame Galin is not Barbara.
But songs about simple and eternal
Sound from the old yesterday.



And everything, and the mind went to the mind,
And the dawn fell on the parquet,
And the phrase pops up in the memory:
"The poet and in Africa is a poet!"

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Paul Eluer (Eugene-Paul Grandel), (1895-1952)

2007