Виктор Луферов - Под маятник часов
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Under the pendulum of the clock (Victor Luferov)
Under the pendulum of the clock
I'm in a corner from the corner
Walking, sir
And his own servant.

And they sleep tightly in the house -
I'll sit down by the window
Like a wiped copper penny
The moon flicker in the window.

I will hear a crunch in my heart,
Cryst of a ripe pod -
And again silence
At least a cricket.

I'll take it and start -
And let him sing, sings
About old love
That the heart is burning painfully.

Like a wiped copper penny,
That song is old:
Almost not to be distinguished
I can do the neck from the eagle.

But if everything is erased
But if everything has passed
Why, tell me,
So the heart burned?!

Ah, I'm not aware of me
The cricket for us sang,
That this is a corner
It flew out of the stove.

Well, that's good,
That he did not burn the house ...
But still, a cricket,
Come on something else ...