Lyrics Полина Фомина - Голубка
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Забываются вдали,
В пыли застыли корабли.
Ветер гонит их домой
Ночной волной.
Звезды падают на дно,
Звездам знать и не дано -
Куда ветер, куда море?..
Тянет нить веретено.
Травы гнутся по степи -
рассвету приклоняются.
Косы распустив свои,
Росою умываются.
Голубка белая птенцам
Шепчет заклинания.
Любит их, - не это ль чудо?
Пляшет в пяльцах нить моя.
Солнце плавит стаи туч.
Полдень в окна - дверь на ключ.
Водит быстрый хоровод -
Ярмарки веселый ход.
В косах ленты и цветы,
Но не веселишься ты.
Вышиваешь, укололась.
Как бы не было беды.
…Бой окончен. Тишина.
Лишь закат все скалится.
Ну, зачем же их война
Разлучить старается?
Догорает свечка в ночь.
Дремлет в колыбели дочь.
Только он, она с ним рядом.
И больше ничего не надо.
(Автор слов и музыки Полина Фомина)
They are forgotten in the distance,
The ships were frozen in the dust.
The wind drives them home
The night wave.
The stars fall to the bottom,
Star to know and not given -
Where is the wind, where is the sea? ..
Pulls the thread of the spindle.
Grasses bend over the steppe -
the dawn is inclined.
The braids are spread out,
Dew wash.
Dove white chicks
Whispers spells.
Loves them, is not this a miracle?
Dancing in my embroidery thread my thread.
The sun melts flocks of clouds.
Noon in the windows - the door to the key.
He leads a fast dance -
Fair is a cheerful move.
In the braids of ribbons and flowers,
But you do not have fun.
Embroider, pricked.
As though there was no trouble.
... The battle is over. Silence.
Only sunset everything rocks.
Well, why their war?
Separate tries?
The candle is burning out into the night.
A daughter is sleeping in the cradle.
Only he, she is with him.
And nothing more is needed.
(Author of words and music by Polina Fomina)
The ships were frozen in the dust.
The wind drives them home
The night wave.
The stars fall to the bottom,
Star to know and not given -
Where is the wind, where is the sea? ..
Pulls the thread of the spindle.
Grasses bend over the steppe -
the dawn is inclined.
The braids are spread out,
Dew wash.
Dove white chicks
Whispers spells.
Loves them, is not this a miracle?
Dancing in my embroidery thread my thread.
The sun melts flocks of clouds.
Noon in the windows - the door to the key.
He leads a fast dance -
Fair is a cheerful move.
In the braids of ribbons and flowers,
But you do not have fun.
Embroider, pricked.
As though there was no trouble.
... The battle is over. Silence.
Only sunset everything rocks.
Well, why their war?
Separate tries?
The candle is burning out into the night.
A daughter is sleeping in the cradle.
Only he, she is with him.
And nothing more is needed.
(Author of words and music by Polina Fomina)