Евгений Сусоров - Я вернулся, Господи
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The white angelic gates
The sun kisses the moon.
Why do I, my beloved, lie?
I saw this country.

I fell into this grass,
High, to the hips,
where the canvas sews heaven
A cheerful ringing of a mosquito.

I returned, Lord, in your hands,
Meet!

Well, what to tell you
than to give for love,
looking back
On the chain of events and dates?

Slok of herbs on the lips,
Yes, pain under the left edge,
Yes barking yard dogs
Yes, tar mixed in rum.

I returned, Lord, in your hands,
Meet!

And in that country everything is wrong.
Not so - at least believe, at least do not believe.
There is water in rude handfuls
brings the baby the beast.

The monk shares bread with a gilyak,
And the bed is a jugler and the count.
There is a temple - Christmas stable,
And everyone who loves is right.

I returned, Lord, in your hands,
Meet!

I saw this country
But in the summer the night is short.
The time was measured to sleep
Before the first guard, kick.

Cart, bread and wine,
And - the path under the eternal rain ...
Beloved, let's wait,
While in the sky it is dark.

At the junction of dawn watches,
At a meeting of thirsty hands,
on cups of heavy weights
Lies the road south.

I returned, Lord, in your hands.
Meet!