Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Весна в лесу

Desperate cold
Delay the melting.
Spring is later than ever
But even more accidentally.

In the morning the rooster is amorous,
And there is no passage for the chicken.
Face turning south
The pine squints in the sun.

Although it hovers and bakes,
Whole weeks more
Ice holds the roads
Blackened bark.

In the forest, spruce trash, trash,
And everything is covered with snow.
Water and sun in half
Thawed patches are flooded.

And the sky is full of clouds
Over the dirty spring liquid
Stuck in the branches at the top
And it doesn't move from the heat.