Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Как бронзовой золой жаровень

Like a brazier of bronze ash,
The sleepy garden is strewn with beetles.
With me, with my candle on a par
The blossoming worlds hang.

And, as in an unheard of faith,
I cross this night
Where the poplar is dilapidated gray
I hung up the moonlit border.

Where the pond is like a revealed secret
Where the surf whispers,
Where the garden hangs by a pile building
And holds the sky before him.