Текст песни Иван Бунин - Часовня

Ivan Bunin

 
EVENING
We always remember about happiness.
And happiness is everywhere. Maybe it is -
This autumn garden is behind the barn
And clean air pouring out the window.

In the bottomless sky with a light white edge
The cloud rises, shines. Long
I follow him ... We see little, we know
And happiness is given only to those who know.

The window is open. Squeaked and sat down
On the windowsill a bird. And from books
I look away a tired look for a moment.

The day is evening, the sky is empty.
The thunder of a thunder is heard in the threshing floor ...
I see, hear, happy. Everything is in me.
1909