Текст песни Коренблит - Б.Пастернак - Дом высился ,как каланча

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The house rose like a tower.
Through a narrow staircase of coal
The pianos carried two strong men,
Like a bell to the bell tower.

They were dragging up the piano
Over the shire of the city's sea,
As with the commandments of the Tablet
On the stone plateau.

And here in the living room a tool,
And the city in whistling, noise, din,
As under the water at the bottom of the legends,
Blyu remained under his feet.

Resident of the sixth floor
On the ground looked from the balcony,
As if holding it in her hands
And it is legitimate by ruling it.

Back in, he played
Not someone else's play,
But his own thought, chant,
The rumble of the mass, the rustle of the forest.

Raskat improvisations carried
Night, flame, thunder of fire drums,
Boulevard under the downpour, the clatter of wheels,
Life of streets, the fate of singles.

So at night, by candlelight, in return
The former naivete is simple,
His dream was recorded by Chopin
On a black sip of a music stand.

Or, having outstripped the world
For four generations,
On the roofs of city apartments
The flight of the Valkyries was thundering.

Or the conservatory hall
At the hellish crash and crackling
To Tears Tchaikovsky shook
The fate of Paolo and Francesca.