Текст песни Александр Мёдов - Последний аист

The last stork
Alexander Medov
The forest, now immovable, now changeable,
As if he himself had lost his way in the darkness, gazed at;
Among the moonlit thawed patches with a log wall,
Long shadows are spread out because of a blue pattern.

You walk in sensitive herbs, sometimes getting stuck, sometimes getting confused,
Then straying off the path, suddenly you go out to the ravine,
Whose edges are all in the bushes, like thorny bindings-
These darkguards carve a wound in the forest.

Turn around, and again along the path, into the unhurried distance,
That by the bend of the birch groves will lead you to the clearing,
Where on the roof of a forgotten hut, serenely,
Among the scattering of stars, the last stork sleeps.

© Copyright: Alexander Medov, 2010
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