Lyrics Лев Шаев - На реке Сухоне
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НА РЕКЕ СУХОНЕ
Много серой воды,
много серого неба,
И немного пологой нелюдимой земли,
И немного огней вдоль по берегу... Мне бы
Снова вольным матросом
Наниматься на корабли!
Чтоб с веселой душой
Снова плыть в неизвестность,—
Может, прежнее счастье мелькнет впереди!..
Между тем не щадят
Эту добрую местность,
Словно чья-нибудь месть, проливные дожди.
Но на той стороне под всемирным потопом
Притащилась на берег —
Видно, надо — старушка с горбом,
Но опять мужики на подворье примчались галопом
И с телегой, с конями
Взгромоздились опять на паром.
Вот, я думаю, стать волосатым паромщиком мне бы!
Только б это избрать, как другие смогли,—
Много серой воды,
много серого неба,
И немного пологой родимой земли,
И немного огней вдоль по берегу...
[1966]
ON THE RIVER SUKHONE
Lots of gray water
a lot of gray sky
And a little flat land unsociable,
And a few lights along the shore ... I would
Again a free sailor
Hire on ships!
So that with a cheerful soul
Swim back into the unknown, -
Maybe the old happiness will flash ahead! ..
Meanwhile do not spare
This kind locality
Like anybody's revenge, torrential rains.
But on that side under the Flood
Dragged ashore -
We see, it is necessary - an old woman with a hump,
But again the men in the yard rushed galloping
And with a cart, with horses
Perched again on the ferry.
Here, I think, to become a hairy ferryman to me!
Only to elect it, as others could, -
Lots of gray water
a lot of gray sky
And a little flat land,
And a few lights along the shore ...
[1966]
Lots of gray water
a lot of gray sky
And a little flat land unsociable,
And a few lights along the shore ... I would
Again a free sailor
Hire on ships!
So that with a cheerful soul
Swim back into the unknown, -
Maybe the old happiness will flash ahead! ..
Meanwhile do not spare
This kind locality
Like anybody's revenge, torrential rains.
But on that side under the Flood
Dragged ashore -
We see, it is necessary - an old woman with a hump,
But again the men in the yard rushed galloping
And with a cart, with horses
Perched again on the ferry.
Here, I think, to become a hairy ferryman to me!
Only to elect it, as others could, -
Lots of gray water
a lot of gray sky
And a little flat land,
And a few lights along the shore ...
[1966]