Владимир Новиков - Проливень-Ливень
текст песни

muses. - V. Novikov,
Art. - L. Staff,
per. - A. Eppel

Evening boots of through vision
The luminary was waited in in vain ...
And led away - to unacceptable countries,
In the darkness without borders, in overwhelming fogs ...
Dressed in a mourning dress,
They are looking for a churchyard for dead counterparts,
And the seal notes their faces ...
And measured and quiet shadows string
Wander wandering and does not hide sorrow,
And tears flow ... so despair cries ...

And this is all the downpour, all the pill
Pounding in the windows, dreary and angry
And drops roll, and knock on the glass ...
And the glass was chilled ... and the frame was amazed,
And the dull day of the twilight is inevitable ...
And he splashes, and he whips, pouring pouring ...

I will leave someone at a random time ...
But by whom? I don’t understand ... and crying at the time ...
He died ... but who? Someone close and cute ...
Well, yes ... After all, I stood at someone's grave ...
And the darkness involved my happiness in malignity.
And he, my sorror, died on one -time ...
Hope in me resurrecting in vain
He died, and people looked impassable ...
And somewhere in the village the shack burned ...
The children were not saved ... and the district sobs ...

And this is all the downpour, all the pill
Pounding in the windows, dreary and angry
And drops roll, and knock on the glass ...
And the glass was chilled ... and the frame was amazed,
And the dull day of the twilight is inevitable ...
And he splashes, and he whips, pouring pouring ...

My garden has become deserted and violent and vague,
My garden destroyed Satan homeless ...
He walked Ponuro, as if he was baked,
The flowers bloomed with ash,
Then he filled the paths with boulders,
And, having destroyed everything to the last blade of grass,
Alarmed by his own malice stubborn,
Svintsovo settled on the wasteland of black,
To moderate the sorrow of compassion,
To calm down sobbing to the throat ...