Текст песни Олег Шепрут - Осенний колокол

The sky frowned with autumn gloom,
The looks of passers-by rush to nowhere.
The clouds are pregnant with wet snow
And someone else's trouble scratches at the door.
Autumn plays gray rhythms
And in the souls the snowy winter walks;
Faded blue over the head
And time is ruthlessly maddening.
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In an empty soul, as in a belfry,
Ring the resounding bell.
And drive away the longing, slave,
To fill the days with light
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Autumn today is the arbiter of destinies;
Wet rust lays down on the ground.
People, like shadows, will pass - they will not condemn,
But we all walk on the edge of a knife.
I really want - so that my soul is wide open
You can plow it open without fear ...
And in reality, so as not to dream of happiness -
They take it and throw it, but face it in the mud!
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In an empty soul, as in a belfry,
Ring the resounding bell.
And drive away the longing, slave,
To fill the days with light
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Parting meetings are like books on the shelves;
The coffin houses darken dully.
Time is split - there are fragments in the puddles
Our love and yesterday's fate
Dreams torn to shreds by the wind;
The Age of the Gravedigger is coming to an end ...
What's on my cheeks - maybe there are tears
Or swing the rain across your face ?!
© Oleg Sheprut, November 5, 1992 - September 10, 2014