Lyrics Виталий Каледин - Вырыта заступом яма глубокая 1860 Иван Никитин
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Вырыта заступом яма глубокая.
Жизнь невеселая, жизнь одинокая,
Жизнь бесприютная, жизнь терпеливая,
Жизнь, как осенняя ночь, молчаливая, -
Горько она, моя бедная, шла
И, как степной огонек, замерла.
Что же? усни, моя доля суровая!
Крепко закроется крышка сосновая,
Плотно сырою землею придавится,
Только одним человеком убавится...
Убыль его никому не больна,
Память о нем никому не нужна!..
Вот она - слышится песнь беззаботная,
Гостья погоста, певунья залетная,
В воздухе синем на воле купается;
Звонкая песнь серебром рассыпается...
Тише!.. О жизни покончен вопрос.
Больше не нужно ни песен, ни слез!
Декабрь 1860
A pit dug by a spade is deep.
Life is sad, life is lonely
Life is homeless, life is patient,
Life is like an autumn night, silent, -
Bitterly she, my poor, walked
And, like a steppe light, she froze.
What? sleep, my share is harsh!
The pine lid closes tightly,
Tightly crushed by damp earth,
Only one person will decrease ...
His decline is not sick for anyone
Nobody needs a memory of him! ..
Here it is - a carefree song is heard,
The guest of the churchyard, the songwriter,
In the blue air in the wild bathes;
The ringing song crumbles with silver ...
Hush! .. The question of life is over.
No more songs, no tears!
December 1860
Life is sad, life is lonely
Life is homeless, life is patient,
Life is like an autumn night, silent, -
Bitterly she, my poor, walked
And, like a steppe light, she froze.
What? sleep, my share is harsh!
The pine lid closes tightly,
Tightly crushed by damp earth,
Only one person will decrease ...
His decline is not sick for anyone
Nobody needs a memory of him! ..
Here it is - a carefree song is heard,
The guest of the churchyard, the songwriter,
In the blue air in the wild bathes;
The ringing song crumbles with silver ...
Hush! .. The question of life is over.
No more songs, no tears!
December 1860