Текст песни Павел Морозов - Синий вечер, тихий ветер... - Георгий Иванов

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Blue evening, quiet wind
And (kissing these hands)
In the sky pink to the edge, -
Burning out, dying ...

In the sky, pink to flour,
Birds or stars swam
And (kissing those hands)
It was sooner or later -

In the sky, pink to the brim,
Quietly sink into languid dusk,
Nothing like life without knowing
Nothing like death without remembering.
Georgy Ivanov. White lyre.
Selected Poems 1910-1958.