Текст песни Борис Ветров - Пастернак - Сон

Boris Pasternak

Dream

I dreamed of autumn in a sewer of Stekol,
Friends and you in their judovo gurbe
And, as the Sokol who has minted blood,
The heart went down on your hand to you.

But time went, and stood, and Blokhlo,
And, painted silver frame,
Zarya from the garden drove the glass
Sloor tears of September.

But time went and stood. And loose
Like a lot, cracked and melted Chairs Silk.
Suddenly, the loud, you got a styer,
And sleep, like a bell szvuk, Small.

I woke up. Was like autumn, choseman
Dawn, and wind, removing, used,
As for the running rain Solomin,
Rutting on the sky birches.

1913 year