Lyrics Вадим и Валерий Мищуки - Деревянный город
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стихи О. Чухонцева
Этот город деревянный на реке
Словно палец безымянный на руке.
Здесь в поречье каждый взгорок мне знаком,
Как пять пальцев, а колечко на одном.
Эко чудо - пахнет лесом тротуар,
Пахнет тесом полисадник и амбар.
На болотах где не выстоит гранит -
Деревянное отечество стоит.
А представишь так же сложится судьба,
Как из бревен деревянная изба.
Год по году не пером, так топором -
Вот и стены, вот и ставни, вот и дом.
Стой-постой. Да слушай стужу из окон.
Да поленья знай подбрасывай в огонь...
Ну а окна запотеют от тепла,
Слава богу - лишь бы крыша не текла.
poems by O. Chukhontsev
This city is wooden on the river
Like a ring finger on a hand.
Here in the river, every hillock is familiar to me,
Like five fingers, and a ring on one.
Eco miracle - smells like a sidewalk forest,
The backyard and barn smells like a tex.
In swamps where granite cannot stand -
The wooden fatherland stands.
Can you imagine the same fate
As from logs a wooden hut.
Year after year, not with a pen, so with an ax -
Here are the walls, here are the shutters, here is the house.
Wait, wait. Yes, listen to the cold from the windows.
Yes, know the logs toss into the fire ...
Well, the windows are foggy with heat,
Thank God - if only the roof did not flow.
This city is wooden on the river
Like a ring finger on a hand.
Here in the river, every hillock is familiar to me,
Like five fingers, and a ring on one.
Eco miracle - smells like a sidewalk forest,
The backyard and barn smells like a tex.
In swamps where granite cannot stand -
The wooden fatherland stands.
Can you imagine the same fate
As from logs a wooden hut.
Year after year, not with a pen, so with an ax -
Here are the walls, here are the shutters, here is the house.
Wait, wait. Yes, listen to the cold from the windows.
Yes, know the logs toss into the fire ...
Well, the windows are foggy with heat,
Thank God - if only the roof did not flow.