Lyrics Катя Яровая - Занавеска
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Вот опять заморочит метелью,
Новогодней пустой игрой,
Золотой своей канителью
И стеклянной своей мишурой.
И томится душа в предвестье,
Будто кто нашептал и напел,
И колышется занавеска...
Может, ангел в окно влетел?
Вот апрель задурит и поманит,
И качнет от небес до небес,
И опять ожиданьем обманет
Необещанных, впрочем, чудес.
И томится душа в предвестье,
Будто кто нашептал и напел,
И колышется занавеска...
Может, ангел в окно влетел?
Остуди мою душу, Боже,
И, как грех, отпусти печаль.
Мы с печалью моей похожи,
Отпусти меня тоже вдаль.
...И проступит, как лик на фреске,
Голос тот, что шептал и пел,
И колышется занавеска —
Это ангел в окно улетел...
Here again will blizzard
Christmas empty game
Golden canary
And its glass tinsel.
And the soul languishes in the portent
As if someone whispered and sang,
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew into the window?
Here April will fool and entice,
And shake from heaven to heaven,
And again, waiting to deceive
Unspecified, however, miracles.
And the soul languishes in the portent
As if someone whispered and sang,
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew into the window?
Cool my soul, God
And, like a sin, let go of sadness.
With my sadness we are like,
Let me go too far away.
... And tread like a face on a fresco,
The voice that whispered and sang
And the curtain sways -
This angel flew out the window ...
Christmas empty game
Golden canary
And its glass tinsel.
And the soul languishes in the portent
As if someone whispered and sang,
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew into the window?
Here April will fool and entice,
And shake from heaven to heaven,
And again, waiting to deceive
Unspecified, however, miracles.
And the soul languishes in the portent
As if someone whispered and sang,
And the curtain sways ...
Maybe an angel flew into the window?
Cool my soul, God
And, like a sin, let go of sadness.
With my sadness we are like,
Let me go too far away.
... And tread like a face on a fresco,
The voice that whispered and sang
And the curtain sways -
This angel flew out the window ...