Текст песни Светлана Леонова - Кладбище под Парижем. Роберт Рождествнский

Cemetery near Paris
Robert Rozhdestvensky

Small Tserkovka. Candles flooded.
The stone is wandered with rains.
Former ones are buried here.
Cemetery Saint-Geneviev-de-Bois.

Dreams and prayers are buried here.
Tears and valor. "Goodbye!" And "Hurray!".
Headquarters and midshipmen.
Globes Colonels and Junker.

White Guard, white flock.
White army, white bone ...
Wet slabs overgrown with grass.
Russian letters. French graveyard ...

I touch the story with my palm.
I go through the civil war ...
How they wanted them to the pioneers
Enter once on a white horse! ..

There was no glory. There was no homeland.
The Service was gone. And the memory was ...
Your Grace, their nobleness -
Together on St. Genevieve-de-Bois.

They lie tightly, knowing plenty
His muki is their own and roads.
Still-Russians. It seems to be ours.
Only not ours are rather, but draws ...

How are they after - forgotten, former
Everything is cursing and today and in the future,
They rushed to look at her - the victorious,
Let it be incomprehensible, albeit unknown,
The land is darling, and die ...

Noon. Birch reflection of peace.
In the sky, Russian domes.
And clouds, like white horses,
Rus over Saint-Genevieve-de-Bois.

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