Lyrics Сурган Валерий - Мельница
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Стоит в сугробах мельница,
Ничто на ней не мелется.
Четыре с лишним месяца Свистит над ней метелица.
От ветра сосны клонятся, От снега ветви ломятся.
Спит омут запорошенный Под коркой ледяной.На мельнице заброшенной Зимует водяной.
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До самой этой мельницы Два лыжных следа стелятся,
У самой этой мельницы Дорога на две делится.
И ты идешь направо, А я иду налево.
И никогда обратно Я не вернусь, наверно, Я не вернусь...
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Зима однажды кончится, Капелью снег источится.
Весна прольется палками, Распустится фиалками.
Заплещет омут под луной, Спросонья крякнет водяной,
От счастья ошалевшие, Опять запляшут лешие.
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И светляки засветятся, И жернова завертятся,
И соловьи рассыпятся, По рощам зазвенят.
Но ты вот к речке выйдешь ли, Услышишь ли, увидишь ли,
Услышишь ли, увидишь ли Все это без меня?
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Ты идешь направо, Я иду налево, И никогда обратно
Я не вернусь, наверно,Я не вернусь, Я не вернусь...
Stands in a snowdrift mill
Nothing on it.
Four more than a month whistles her Metelitsa.
From the wind of the pine are clone, branches are broken from snow.
Sleeps the ohwood brazed under the crust of icy. On the mill of an abandoned waters in the winter.
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Before this mill, two ski trails are being added
At this very mill, the road is divided into two.
And you go right, and I go left.
And I will never come back back, probably, I will not come back ...
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Winter will one day end, drops the snow will deteriorate.
Spring is swollen with sticks, blossoms by violets.
Mocups under the moon, the brightness of water,
From happiness, they were harsh, they scarce the left.
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And the fireflies will fall, and the millstones will be completed,
And nightingales crumble, groves on the groves.
But you will go to the river if you hear whether you will see if
Will you hear, will you see all this without me?
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You go right, I go left, and never back
I won't be back, probably, I won't be back, I will not return ...
Nothing on it.
Four more than a month whistles her Metelitsa.
From the wind of the pine are clone, branches are broken from snow.
Sleeps the ohwood brazed under the crust of icy. On the mill of an abandoned waters in the winter.
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Before this mill, two ski trails are being added
At this very mill, the road is divided into two.
And you go right, and I go left.
And I will never come back back, probably, I will not come back ...
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Winter will one day end, drops the snow will deteriorate.
Spring is swollen with sticks, blossoms by violets.
Mocups under the moon, the brightness of water,
From happiness, they were harsh, they scarce the left.
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And the fireflies will fall, and the millstones will be completed,
And nightingales crumble, groves on the groves.
But you will go to the river if you hear whether you will see if
Will you hear, will you see all this without me?
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You go right, I go left, and never back
I won't be back, probably, I won't be back, I will not return ...