Текст песни Борис Леонидович Пастернак - Про эти стихи

The sidewalks will interpret
With the glass and the sun in half,
In winter, open ceiling
And I will read soggy corners.

Zadeklamiruet attic
With a bow frames and winter,
By cornices pryanet leapfrog
Eccentricities, disasters and note.

Buran month will not revenge,
The ends, start sweep.
Suddenly I remember: the sun is;
I see: the light for a long time not the same.

Galchonkom glyanet Christmas
And carousing day
It clears up a lot of that,
What am I cute and unaware.

The scarves, obscuring his hand,
Through fortku kids shout:
What, dear, we
Millennium in the yard?

Who paved trail to the door,
By the hole backfilled groats,
While I was with Byron smoking,
While I was drinking with Edgar By?

While in DTV as a friend, entree,
How in hell, in the storeroom in the arsenal,
I am a life as Lermontov tremor,
As his lips dipped in vermouth.