Текст песни Варлам Шаламов - Весна

What spring in August?
                   Who needs it is now?
                   After all, the sun is drunk to the dregs
                   Foliage, drunken without wine.
                   My head is spinning,
                   And dancing drunk foliage.
                   It has long been fragile for a long time is yellow
                   Earth this beauty.
                   And the night goes gold
                   The gloomy room empty.
                   And autumn walks in the yard
                   And whispers to me of September.
                   I look at our skies.
                   There miracles are impossible.
                   A long time since the dark veil
                   Covered the sky above me.
                   And the sky is pouring rain,
                   And hopeless sky.
                   And autumn - it is clear from the sluts
                   And I paused at the door.
                   There never saw Dirty
                   The last sunny July.
                   And if I wanted to, and could,
                   I'd locked the door.
                   Can not the time to help me
                   Back privoloch summer.
                   Yet in the heart lit
                   Spring!