Lyrics Ядвига Розенпаулис - Валерий Брюсов. Наутро после шабаша
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Чу! под окошком звенят колокольчики,
Белые, синие, разных оправ;
Листья ольхи завиваются в кольчики,
Запахи веют с обрызганных трав;
Солнце ко мне проникает приветливо
Длинным лучом, между ставень, сквозь щель;
Где-то гудит, осторожно и сметливо,
К сладким цветам подлетающий шмель;
Все так знакомо… И песня не новая
Сладко ласкает: «Ты дома, дитя!»
То напевает мне печь изразцовая,
Вторят ей стены, смеясь и шутя.
В теле — истома. Я дома! Давно ли я
Дерзко плясала, раздета, в кругу!
…В душу нисходит опять меланхолия.
Нет! жизнью мирной я жить не могу!
The morning after the Sabbath
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Chu! under the window bells are ringing,
White, blue, different frames;
The leaves of the alder curl into rings
Smells blow with sprinkled herbs;
The sun comes to me affably
A long beam between the shutter, through the gap;
Somewhere buzzing, carefully and clearly,
A flying bumblebee comes up to sweet colors;
Everything is so familiar ... And the song is not new
Sweetly caresses: "You're at home, child!"
That hums me a tiled stove,
They echo her walls, laughing and joking.
In the body - languor. I'm at home! How long have i
Boldly danced, stripped, in a circle!
... Melancholy descends again into the soul.
Not! I cannot live a peaceful life!
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Chu! under the window bells are ringing,
White, blue, different frames;
The leaves of the alder curl into rings
Smells blow with sprinkled herbs;
The sun comes to me affably
A long beam between the shutter, through the gap;
Somewhere buzzing, carefully and clearly,
A flying bumblebee comes up to sweet colors;
Everything is so familiar ... And the song is not new
Sweetly caresses: "You're at home, child!"
That hums me a tiled stove,
They echo her walls, laughing and joking.
In the body - languor. I'm at home! How long have i
Boldly danced, stripped, in a circle!
... Melancholy descends again into the soul.
Not! I cannot live a peaceful life!