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10. ПАДАЛ СНЕГ 7:40
(муз. Юрий Кондрашов, сл. Алексей Кондрашов)
Жизнь как природа. Рождаешься, как подснежник; вырастаешь, словно листва; приносишь плоды и опадаешь. Круговорот безграничен...
Падал снег, ночь без края.
Падал снег, тишь лаская.
Новый день спит, не зная, что придет.
Таял снег нежным паром.
Колыбель зарождалась.
Теплый луч робким взглядом плавил снег.
Кружевной день вязался,
Кисть влекла цветом ясным
Аромат первых сказок. Взмыла вверх в синеве сна весна.
Бег идей, карета коней
День за днем и ночь за ночью
Рысью кроет небосвод,
Пыша жаром в дар от солнца.
Сила растет.
Жизнь кипит, не дремлет время,
Мощный поток
Захлестнет, сойдут сомненья.
Грянул гром, раздался стон,
Напряжение ослепило.
Пульс как ветер в окна бьет,
Беспокойно дрожь забила.
Долгий поход.
Ливень вскормит все посевы,
Буря пройдет.
И продолжит бег на время!
Меняя маски неба, кружится земля,
Зеленый день сменит белым ковром.
Рожденье и забвение – вечная вода,
Что движет круг мириадами звезд.
Урожай прошедших лет
С веток падает на землю,
Листьев сложенный букет
Согревает корни древа.
Дань отдает.
Сменит мир изображение.
Вечный полет
Безустанно держит время.
стихотворение Ф. Тютчева
(муз. Юрий Кондрашов, сл. Алексей Кондрашов)
Жизнь как природа. Рождаешься, как подснежник; вырастаешь, словно листва; приносишь плоды и опадаешь. Круговорот безграничен...
Падал снег, ночь без края.
Падал снег, тишь лаская.
Новый день спит, не зная, что придет.
Таял снег нежным паром.
Колыбель зарождалась.
Теплый луч робким взглядом плавил снег.
Кружевной день вязался,
Кисть влекла цветом ясным
Аромат первых сказок. Взмыла вверх в синеве сна весна.
Бег идей, карета коней
День за днем и ночь за ночью
Рысью кроет небосвод,
Пыша жаром в дар от солнца.
Сила растет.
Жизнь кипит, не дремлет время,
Мощный поток
Захлестнет, сойдут сомненья.
Грянул гром, раздался стон,
Напряжение ослепило.
Пульс как ветер в окна бьет,
Беспокойно дрожь забила.
Долгий поход.
Ливень вскормит все посевы,
Буря пройдет.
И продолжит бег на время!
Меняя маски неба, кружится земля,
Зеленый день сменит белым ковром.
Рожденье и забвение – вечная вода,
Что движет круг мириадами звезд.
Урожай прошедших лет
С веток падает на землю,
Листьев сложенный букет
Согревает корни древа.
Дань отдает.
Сменит мир изображение.
Вечный полет
Безустанно держит время.
стихотворение Ф. Тютчева
10. Snow fell 7:40
(Muz. Yuri Kondrashov, Sl. Alexey Kondrashov)
Life as nature. You are born like a snowdrop; grow like foliage; You bring fruits and fall. The cycle is limitless ...
Snow fell, night without a edge.
Snow fell, quietly caressing.
The new day is sleeping, not knowing what will come.
Snow was melting with delicate steam.
The cradle arose.
A warm beam with a timid look melted the snow.
Lace day was knitting,
The brush attracted with a clear color
The aroma of the first fairy tales. Spring soared up in a blue of sleep.
Running of ideas, horses carriage
Day after day and night after night
The sky covers the sky,
Podzha as a gift from the sun.
Strength is growing.
Life is in full swing, time does not sleep,
Powerful stream
He will swear, doubt.
Thunder struck, there was a groan,
The tension was blinded.
The pulse is like the wind in the windows.
The trembling clogged uneasily.
Long campaign.
The downpour will nourish all the crops,
The storm will pass.
And continue running for a while!
Changing the masks of the sky, the earth is spinning,
Green day will be replaced by a white carpet.
Birth and oblivion - eternal water,
What drives the circle of myriads of stars.
The crop of past years
From the branches falls to the ground,
Leafs folded bouquet
Warm up the roots of the tree.
Gives tribute.
The world will change the image.
Eternal flight
Fighting time holds time.
Poem by F. Tyutchev
10. Snow fell 7:40
(Muz. Yuri Kondrashov, Sl. Alexey Kondrashov)
Life as nature. You are born like a snowdrop; grow like foliage; You bring fruits and fall. The cycle is limitless ...
Snow fell, night without a edge.
Snow fell, quietly caressing.
The new day is sleeping, not knowing what will come.
Snow was melting with delicate steam.
The cradle arose.
A warm beam with a timid look melted the snow.
Lace day was knitting,
The brush attracted with a clear color
The aroma of the first fairy tales. Spring soared up in a blue of sleep.
Running of ideas, horses carriage
Day after day and night after night
The sky covers the sky,
Podzha as a gift from the sun.
Strength is growing.
Life is in full swing, time does not sleep,
Powerful stream
He will swear, doubt.
Thunder struck, there was a groan,
The tension was blinded.
The pulse is like the wind in the windows.
The trembling clogged uneasily.
Long campaign.
The downpour will nourish all the crops,
The storm will pass.
And continue running for a while!
Changing the masks of the sky, the earth is spinning,
Green day will be replaced by a white carpet.
Birth and oblivion - eternal water,
What drives the circle of myriads of stars.
The crop of past years
From the branches falls to the ground,
Leafs folded bouquet
Warm up the roots of the tree.
Gives tribute.
The world will change the image.
Eternal flight
Fighting time holds time.
Poem by F. Tyutchev
(Muz. Yuri Kondrashov, Sl. Alexey Kondrashov)
Life as nature. You are born like a snowdrop; grow like foliage; You bring fruits and fall. The cycle is limitless ...
Snow fell, night without a edge.
Snow fell, quietly caressing.
The new day is sleeping, not knowing what will come.
Snow was melting with delicate steam.
The cradle arose.
A warm beam with a timid look melted the snow.
Lace day was knitting,
The brush attracted with a clear color
The aroma of the first fairy tales. Spring soared up in a blue of sleep.
Running of ideas, horses carriage
Day after day and night after night
The sky covers the sky,
Podzha as a gift from the sun.
Strength is growing.
Life is in full swing, time does not sleep,
Powerful stream
He will swear, doubt.
Thunder struck, there was a groan,
The tension was blinded.
The pulse is like the wind in the windows.
The trembling clogged uneasily.
Long campaign.
The downpour will nourish all the crops,
The storm will pass.
And continue running for a while!
Changing the masks of the sky, the earth is spinning,
Green day will be replaced by a white carpet.
Birth and oblivion - eternal water,
What drives the circle of myriads of stars.
The crop of past years
From the branches falls to the ground,
Leafs folded bouquet
Warm up the roots of the tree.
Gives tribute.
The world will change the image.
Eternal flight
Fighting time holds time.
Poem by F. Tyutchev
10. Snow fell 7:40
(Muz. Yuri Kondrashov, Sl. Alexey Kondrashov)
Life as nature. You are born like a snowdrop; grow like foliage; You bring fruits and fall. The cycle is limitless ...
Snow fell, night without a edge.
Snow fell, quietly caressing.
The new day is sleeping, not knowing what will come.
Snow was melting with delicate steam.
The cradle arose.
A warm beam with a timid look melted the snow.
Lace day was knitting,
The brush attracted with a clear color
The aroma of the first fairy tales. Spring soared up in a blue of sleep.
Running of ideas, horses carriage
Day after day and night after night
The sky covers the sky,
Podzha as a gift from the sun.
Strength is growing.
Life is in full swing, time does not sleep,
Powerful stream
He will swear, doubt.
Thunder struck, there was a groan,
The tension was blinded.
The pulse is like the wind in the windows.
The trembling clogged uneasily.
Long campaign.
The downpour will nourish all the crops,
The storm will pass.
And continue running for a while!
Changing the masks of the sky, the earth is spinning,
Green day will be replaced by a white carpet.
Birth and oblivion - eternal water,
What drives the circle of myriads of stars.
The crop of past years
From the branches falls to the ground,
Leafs folded bouquet
Warm up the roots of the tree.
Gives tribute.
The world will change the image.
Eternal flight
Fighting time holds time.
Poem by F. Tyutchev