Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Любимая - жуть

Favorite, - horror! When he loves the poet
In love with the God's unconscious.
And chaos again crashes on the light,
As at the time of fossil.

The eyes of him tons of fogs will be watched.
He is shy. He seems mammoth.
He came out of fashion. He knows - Cannot:
Persons and - illiterately.

He sees how weddings coped around.
As solder, wake up.
How to exist this caviar
Your name, having rolled it, - Pousic.

How life like a pearl joke Watto,
Able to hug a tobacco.
And revenge him maybe only for
What is where curve and hollow

Where is lying and thrown, grinning, comfort
And driven drove and crawl,
He is your sister, like a vakhanka with amphorous,
Sit from the ground and uses.

And the melting of Andov will flick in a kiss
And morning in the steppe, under domination
Dusting stars when night in the village
Whiting bluings are doing.

And to all, than breathing the ravines of the century,
All the darkness of the botanical sketch
Smells in typhoid longing mattress,
And chaos of the thicket will sprinkle.