Текст песни Татьяна Доронина - ПРИДАНОЕ

Dmitry Kedrin

The kidneys have dried out in the reeds,
Chestnuts bloomed in Tus
Crying pink daughter
Noble Firdusi:
"I don't dream about dolls anymore -
Grooms in a dense crowd
They are crowded at my doors,
Like rams to a watering hole.
You will hopefully give me
One to call desirable.
Dear parent,
How are you doing with my dowry? "
Answers ardent daughter
Virtuous Firdusi:
"The buds are swollen on the trees,
Geese are curling in the clouds.
A full cup in your heart
There is a spring flood
But, alas, unfortunately, your
The fears are fair.
In our barrel a measure of rice
And even then hardly.
We are much poorer than a rat
That lives in our basement.
But calm down, daughter, annoyance,
Don't grieve too early.
Tomorrow morning I will sit down
For the legends of Iran.
For the gods and for the heroes,
For battles and victories.
And tripled efforts,
I'll finish them before lunch.
To curl a wonderful verse
Light gold in the rabble,
To shah a beautiful song
I enjoyed myself in the evening.
Shah will read with the caravan
Round felt camels
Send us colored fabrics
And silver dishes.
Silk and beaded threads
And nutmeg with spicy ginger.
And then whoever you want
You call it desirable. "
Bumps are soaked in the reeds,
The chestnuts have faded in Tus.
And again my daughter knocks
To the noble Firdusi:
"The third month you have not slept
For its strange occupation.
Dear parent,
How are you doing with my dowry?
Having looked at how it burns
You have a light at night
All the neighbors are shaking
Angular shoulders. "
Answers ardent daughter
Prudent Firdusi:
"The buds are cold on the trees,
The geese fell silent in the clouds,
Labor is a deep fault.
I scooped up a little moisture,
And diamonds in the pages
Only a little shone.
Don't worry, wait.
I will be tireless for a year
And then whoever you want
You call it desirable. "
A year later, the bumps dried out,
Chestnuts bloomed in Tus
And again my daughter knocks
To the patient Firdusi.
"Where are the beaded threads
And nutmeg with spicy ginger?
Dear parent,
How are you doing with my dowry?
Grooms crowd tired
Waiting to languish.
Or again, diamonds are not enough
Gleaming on the pages? "
Answers an angry daughter
Saddened Firdusi:
"Look at these lines.
I didn’t work hard,
But should be even more wonderful
Be the strings of adventure,
To shah a beautiful song
I enjoyed myself in the evening.
Don't worry, wait
Is it dripping over Iran?
There will be a day - whoever you want
Will you call it desirable. "
The old bathhouse has closed
And a new market opened up
Lit up on the top
Skullcap made of gray hairs.
The poet's pen crawls a little
And it creaks quieter
Summer goes by
The daughter is waiting, Firdusi writes.
Bumps are soaked in the reeds,
The chestnuts have faded in Tus.
The evil daughter is knocking again
To decrepit Firdusi:
"Life has passed and you are sitting
Above the cursed letter.
Dear parent,
How are you doing with my dowry?
You turned gray like a hare
Became angry and yellow-nosed
You sat over the song
Twenty winters and twenty springs.
Geese loved twenty times
The kidneys swelled twenty times.
You left, Firdusi,
In the old maidens your daughter. "
"There will be pears, there will be figs,
Both robes and shirts.
I finished the book yesterday
And with the merchant he sent to the shah,
The sandy hill will not cool down
Behind the road bend -
Thirty Wanderers of the Desert
Come to my gate. "
Among the courtiers, loved ones
The Shah was sitting in his seraglio.
Odalisques lay with him
And the eunuchs played to him.
The shah watched as three hundred
Young maidens and moved an eyebrow.
Rewritten cleanly
The Astrologer brings the book:
"A gift was sent to the Shah by a poet,
A gray-haired poet.
Shah said: "Well, is it
State affair?
I came to my brides
I am sitting in my harem.
There is no place to read here
And this is not the time to write.
I'll read the notes later
Not a big loss. "
Odalisques smiled
The castrates giggled.
The bumps have dried out in the reeds,
The chestnuts bloomed in Tus.
Calls the hunched daughter