Текст песни ДС. - Луи Арагон - Как пахнут черникой

How they smell like blueberries
Baskets and gloom!
We are a great secret
It seemed like an attic.

Kingdom of shadows
The old scent.
Downstairs in the neighborhood
Portraits parade.

Here are the lame armchairs
Signs of the game
And the shadows are dumb
And the dreams of children.

But who is there? Maybe,
Either I ... or he ...
Empty and anxious
Eyes by the windows.

Chopping straws
In the fields beyond the river
Where is the cry of the quail
Tears the summer calm

The wind sat at the edge
Clear water
And herons, walking,
They look into the ponds.

It seems to me: a train
Puffs in the distance.
Resting on the vines
The day sleeps in the willow.

Dreams of August, melting
Full of exhaustion.
Trees caress
The face is blue.

Foggy photos
And time is running ..
About someone, about something
Forgotten forever.

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Lyricist: Louis Aragon
Reads: DS.
Processed the entry: Nikolay Dmitrichev