Текст песни Борис Леонидович Пастернак - Ветер

Wind

I ran out , and you're alive .
And the wind , complaining and crying ,
Rock the forest and the country.
Not every pine tree alone
And all the trees in full
With all dalyu boundless ,
As sailboats body
On the surface of the ship's bay .
And it's not out of bravado
Or from aimless fury ,
And to find the words in anguish
You for the lullaby .