Текст песни Борис Поплавский - Вечер блестит над землею...

reads Anne Altman

Boris Poplavsky
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Evening shines upon the earth ,
The rain stopped for a while ,
The sun gave way to the moon ,
A perfect Summer burden.
Low sun sets
Gray sky in the fire ;
Quick , black birds
Worn flock in the window.
So to deal with , spinning ,
The headlong abyss look ,
But on the ground does not get along ,
The gray sky slip .
Factory goes high,
Bright , winter days .
Clones low sedge
To run the cold wave .
Black , fast waters
They would sleep under the ice .
Shadow celebration of freedom
Swallows in cepdtse empty .
1931