Текст песни Маленькие трагедии - Колдунья

She squeezes quiet night
At the darkened window
And passionately wants
Her mystery was visible.

Like nonsense, plenty of her bridging,
But the thought is stubborn and proud,
It does not know temptation
And never retreat.

Downstairs ... there is a dormant city
And someone listens and waiting,
But the sword, confident and sharp,
He also knows his jelly.

On the dead square, where gray
And sleepy dew
Lives unheard of faith
In her night wonders.

But the span of her crashes,
Earth is the same that was
Here the sun will come out of the puchin
And gilding the dome.

Night shadows will be less likely
Ground, like a ropot of water,
And in the sleepy city the wind is fresh
Cooling the sea will receive.

And the sword flashes, and someone will scree,
Someone will take silence
When the tired is low
At the hearing window.

N. S. Gumilyov