Текст песни Борис Пастернак - В лесу

Meadow matured with fervently,
Cathedral darkness was smoking in the forest.
What remained in the world to kiss them?
He was all of them, like wax on the fingers of the ball.

There is a dream, - you are not sleeping, but only dreams,
That you get old sleep; what a dream man
To whom the dream eyelashes
Two black sun drowning from under the age.

Week rays. Treki beetles with a tump,
Glass dragonfly was again on the cheeks.
There was a full forest of Merzanracky,
As under the tongs at the watchmaker.

It seemed that he fell asleep under the knock
Meanwhile, as above, in the tart of amber,
Tested Watch on Ether
Rearrange, overlooking the heat.

They are translated, shake needles
And sow shadow, mute, and drilled
Mastful darkness, which upwards erected,
In the historical day, on the blue dial.

It seemed the antiquity of happiness takes pleasure.
It seemed that the forest was surrounded by a sunset.
Happy hours do not observe
But those together seemed to be only sleeping.

1917.

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