Текст песни Валерий Брюсов - Творчество

Valery Bryusov
CREATION

Shadow of uncreated creatures
Sways in a dream
Like blades of patching
On an enamel wall.

Purple hands
On an enamel wall
Sounds half asleep
In a resounding silence.

And transparent booths
In a resounding silence
Grow like sparkles
With the blue moon.

A month is rising naked
With the blue moon ...
The sounds are flying half asleep
Sounds come to me.

Secrets of the created creatures
They fondle me with affection
And the shadow of patches flutters
On an enamel wall.