Елена Фролова - Бегущая девочка
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Bays cut into the sand
Crooked
And flat
The sunset cavalry galloped from the sky
Willows
Birches
Thin
Runs, runs
A girl along the grove
Now bending
Now arching
Like throwing a ball
A blue ribbon flutters, trembling
And she herself is barefoot
Eyes - birdlike
A tassel of blush on her temples
Bitter orange
Yellowing in autumnal grandeur
Soon the night will be a nun
Waving her mantle at the sea
Not at all antique
It's not about the marble
Not about the sonorous trumpet
In the widow's bosom
Mother's womb
Warm grave
Both asked
Granddaughter and grandmother
She is old
Kind knows everything
Wait for the clear dawn
Run to the woods
But the hen Partridge
Flew away
It grew dark in the meadows
"Home! Home!"
They shout beyond the river
The girl keeps running and running
Silly
She ran for fifty years
And there's no end
The heart barely beats
Up in the darkness they sing
Sweetly captivating
Comforting
Tirli, tirlinda! Tirli, tirlinda!
I am Psyche
Tirli-that's it, tirli-that's it
I don't have colorful wings
But no one caught me
Tirli-that's it! Tirli-that's it!
Tirli, tirlinda! Tirli, tirlinda!
I am Psyche
Tirli-that's it, tirli-that's it
I don't have colorful wings
But no one caught me!
Tirli-that's it! Tirli-that's it! Stop running, my little mouse!
From across the river they're already calling, "Home!"
Stop running, my little mouse!
From across the river they're already calling, "Home!"
Tirli, tirlinda! Tirli, tirlinda!
I am Psyche
Tirli-so-so, tirli-so-so
I don't have colorful wings
But no one caught me
Tirli-so-so! Tirli-so-so!