Текст песни Ядвига Розенпаулис - Валерий Брюсов. Наутро после шабаша

The morning after the Sabbath
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Chu! bells are ringing under the window,
White, blue, different frames;
Alder leaves curl into rings
Smells come from the sprayed herbs;
The sun comes to me welcoming
Long beam, between the shutter, through the gap;
Somewhere buzzing, cautiously and sharply,
Bumblebee flying up to sweet flowers;
Everything is so familiar ... And the song is not new
Sweetly caresses: "You are at home, child!"
The tiled stove hums to me,
The walls echo her, laughing and joking.
There is languor in the body. I'm at home! How long have I
She danced boldly, naked, in a circle!
… Melancholy again descends into the soul.
No! I cannot live a peaceful life!