Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - июльский ветер

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In my big city - night.
From the house sleepy go - away
And people think, wife , daughter -
And I remember one thing: the night.

July wind sweeps me - the way
And somewhere in the music - a little .
Ah, now the wind until dawn - blow
Through the thin walls of the chest - the chest.

There is a black poplar, and in the window - light,
And calls on the tower , and in his hand - the color ,
And this one step - no - go,
And here is this shadow , and I - no .

Lights - like threads of gold beads,
Night leaf in the mouth - the taste .
Free from the bonds of day ,
Friends , please understand that I will - snyus .

17/07/1916