Текст песни iLDiQ - Brodski - Dni begut nado mnoy 1964.mp3

Days run over me ,
     like clouds over the forest ,
     behind him
     huddling flock whitish.
     And , over the frozen creek
     without ringing and bellowing ,
     lean shoulder
     in the paddock fence .

     Horizon on the hill
     not utter a word about the flight .
     And sometimes in the early days -
     a scrap of yore.
     Lodging transit
     Only yesterday evening
     hastily slips
     over skvoreshney over arable land .