Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Зимняя ночь

Boris Pasternak

Do not correct the day with the efforts of the luminaries.
Do not raise the shadows of the baptismal veils.
It's winter on earth, and the smoke of the lights is powerless
Straighten the houses that have fallen into the ground.

Lantern rolls and rumpy roofs, and black
Along the white in the snow - the jamb of the mansion:
This is a manor house, and I am the tutor in it.
I am alone, I sent the student to sleep.

No one is expected. But - tightly curtain.
The sidewalk is bumpy, the porch is swept up.
Memory without ruffling! Get together with me! Believe
And assure me that I am one with you.

Are you talking about her again? But I'm not excited about that.
Who revealed the terms to her, who put her on the trail?
That blow is the source of everything. Until the rest,
By her grace, now I don't care.

Sidewalk in the bumps. Between the snow forks
Frozen bottles of naked, black ice floes.
Buns of lanterns, and on the chimney, like an owl,
Unsociable smoke drowned in feathers.