Lyrics Тамбурин - У колодца
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У колодца
У колодца старого постой,
Зачерпни и попей воды,
Нашей жизни вечной и простой
Мы читаем порой ветхие листы,
И частичка вечной грусти той
Остается в глазах, в лицах молодых,
У колодца старого постой,
Зачерпни и попей воды...
Эх, если б, в день ушедший попасть,
Да только не течет река вспять,
По проселкам, по проулкам
День звенит легко и гулко,
Крик и топот, плеск и шепот,
Звон, звон, звон, звон!
Эх, если б, песню сложить,
Чтоб с этой песней
Вся земля могла жить,
Чтоб гудели сердца струны, -
День поет седой и юный,
Унося и разгоняя
Сон, сон, сон, сон!
Бей по струнам, скоморох,
Бей в зеленый бубен,
Был бы с песен твоих прок,
Веселящих, шумных.
Бей смелее в бубенцы
В солнечные струны.
Пусть летят во все концы
Песен светлых струи.
И гудят тревожно струны
Над землей седой и юной,
Крик и топот, смех и шепот,
Звон, звон, звон, звон!..
Что загрустил, старый скоморох,
Иль надоело петь, плясать, плакать,
Время пройдет, кто-то споет
Шумные песни твои, вечные песни твои...
Шел я, вспоминая о былом,
Черный ворон мне махнул крылом,
Старый лес ветвями прошептал,
Он меня, как друг мой верный ждал.
Далеко-далеко, где один,
По полям пустынным я бродил,
Я нашел знакомый, старый дом,
В облаках и в солнце крыша в нем.
Укрываясь одеялом в лоскутах,
Грезил я в волшебных, дивных снах,
Я проснулся, жажда мучила меня, -
Я ее водой из колодца унял...
У колодца старого постой,
Зачерпни и попей воды,
Нашей жизни вечной и простой
Мы читаем порой ветхие листы,
И частичка вечной грусти той
Остается в глазах, в лицах молодых,
У колодца старого постой,
Зачерпни и попей воды...
Так пусть все, что ждет,
Все, что дышит весной,
Память нам вернет,
Сквозь толщу веков день седой
Нам тепло свое льет.
At the well
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water
Our life is eternal and simple
Sometimes we read shabby sheets
And a piece of that eternal sadness
Remains in the eyes, in the faces of young
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water ...
Eh, if someone left on a day to get in,
Yes, only the river does not flow back,
By country, by alley
The day rings easily and loudly
Scream and stomp, splash and whisper
Ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing!
Oh, if I could add a song
So that with this song
All the earth could live
So that the hearts of the string buzzed, -
Gray and young singing day
Carrying and accelerating
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep!
Hit the strings, the buffoon
Hit the green tambourine
Would be from the songs of your good,
Cheering, noisy.
Hit bolder bells
In the solar strings.
Let them fly to all ends
Songs of a bright jet.
And the strings are buzzing alarmingly
Gray and young above the ground
Scream and stomp, laugh and whisper
Ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing! ..
What sad, old buffoon,
Ile tired of singing, dancing, crying,
Time will pass, someone will sing
Your noisy songs, your eternal songs ...
I walked, remembering the past,
The black raven flapped my wing
The old forest whispered in the branches
He was waiting for me as my faithful friend.
Far far away where alone
I wandered through the desert fields
I found a friend, an old house,
In the clouds and in the sun there is a roof in it.
Hiding in a blanket in rags
I dreamed in magical, wondrous dreams,
I woke up, thirst tormented me, -
I took her away from the well with water ...
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water
Our life is eternal and simple
Sometimes we read shabby sheets
And a piece of that eternal sadness
Remains in the eyes, in the faces of young
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water ...
So let all that await
Everything that breathes in the spring
Memory will return to us,
Through the thickness of centuries the gray-haired day
It pours us its warmth.
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water
Our life is eternal and simple
Sometimes we read shabby sheets
And a piece of that eternal sadness
Remains in the eyes, in the faces of young
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water ...
Eh, if someone left on a day to get in,
Yes, only the river does not flow back,
By country, by alley
The day rings easily and loudly
Scream and stomp, splash and whisper
Ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing!
Oh, if I could add a song
So that with this song
All the earth could live
So that the hearts of the string buzzed, -
Gray and young singing day
Carrying and accelerating
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep!
Hit the strings, the buffoon
Hit the green tambourine
Would be from the songs of your good,
Cheering, noisy.
Hit bolder bells
In the solar strings.
Let them fly to all ends
Songs of a bright jet.
And the strings are buzzing alarmingly
Gray and young above the ground
Scream and stomp, laugh and whisper
Ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing! ..
What sad, old buffoon,
Ile tired of singing, dancing, crying,
Time will pass, someone will sing
Your noisy songs, your eternal songs ...
I walked, remembering the past,
The black raven flapped my wing
The old forest whispered in the branches
He was waiting for me as my faithful friend.
Far far away where alone
I wandered through the desert fields
I found a friend, an old house,
In the clouds and in the sun there is a roof in it.
Hiding in a blanket in rags
I dreamed in magical, wondrous dreams,
I woke up, thirst tormented me, -
I took her away from the well with water ...
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water
Our life is eternal and simple
Sometimes we read shabby sheets
And a piece of that eternal sadness
Remains in the eyes, in the faces of young
Stand at the well of the old
Scoop and drink some water ...
So let all that await
Everything that breathes in the spring
Memory will return to us,
Through the thickness of centuries the gray-haired day
It pours us its warmth.