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Опубликовано 6.3.2015 21:22:58
Author | Posted 03/06/2015 21:22:58
Re: Spring Zazyvanie
Spring - time for human hopes |
Spring - time for human hopes
Spring - a time to human hopes,
Life is boring, it invigorates.
In its era of sunshine
With the soul seems to be saying.
And the heart is melting the ice,
From hibernation rises.
It knocks the bell,
Proving that lives.
Oh, spring without end without end -
Without end without end dream!
I recognize you, life! Agree!
And welcome ringing shield!
I accept you, bad luck,
And good luck to you my greetings!
The enchanted region crying,
The secret of laughter - no disgrace!
I agree sleepless disputes
Morning in the dark curtains of the window,
To my sore eyes
Razdrozhaet drunk spring!
I agree desert Ves!
And wells earthly cities!
Clarified scope skies
And longing servile works!
And I meet you on the doorstep -
From violent winds in serpentine curls,
With the enigmatic name of God
On cold and compressed lips ...
Before this meeting vrazhdayuschey
I will never give up the shield ...
Never open your shoulders you ...
But above them - intoxicating dream!
And I look, and hostility measure,
Hating, cursing and loving:
Over the torment, for the deaths of - I know -
Anyway: I accept you!
This morning, the joy of it,
This is the power and the light of the day and,
This blue vault,
This is a cry and a string,
These flocks of these birds,
This dialect waters
These willow and birch,
These drop-those tears,
This fluff - no sheet,
These mountains, these valleys,
These gnats, these bees,
This tongue and whistle
These dawns without eclipse
This sigh night selenium,
This night without sleep,
This darkness and the heat of the bed,
This shot and the trills,
It is time to wake up from winter sleep,
Hear again different sounds,
Delicate taste and exquisite odor of wine,
A drop of melt water clatter.
It is time to listen to the singing of birds,
Choose makeup shades,
This amazing find in a crowd of persons,
Beauty Choice and evaluation.
This time narrowed his eyes from the rays,
Again measure shazhochkami parks
It is the joy of the rustling of wings rooks,
And for the eighth - flowers and gifts ...
Forgotten how to read and write times,
Feel the approach of a fairy tale ...
This is March in the yard ... And in the soul - grace
Observing nature tips ...