Lyrics Владимир Селицкий - Ноябрьская элегия
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Мерзясь, ноябрь, унылый пастырь,
Рвёт тонкорунну шерсть щедрот,
Теплу и свету клеит ласты,
И солнцу в тучах порет рот.
И ливер снов дождем по хвое
Размажет утром в час зари,
Ветрам запарит ретиво́е
По жмене мо́крядь разъярит.
И в плакость клича птиц отлётных
Ввернёт свой безнадёги гимн.
И тропки в слякотях животных
Сожмёт в кулак узлом тугим.
Цепляя грусть-тоски ошейник
И шибче стиснув поводок
Не даст вздохнуть. Медведь отшельник
Взревёт как йети-мохноног.
Не протокует и на миг путь
Стряся тетеревят с сосны.
До хлопьепада им не пикнуть
В угодьях сирых, рвах лесных.
И в свой покинет срок, волчи́н и
Понурых лис черня следы,
Когда в сединах благочинных
Декабрь его умерит дых.
Unlocking, November, sad shepherd,
Rivet thinned generous wool,
Warm and light glue flippers,
And the sun in the clouds rushes.
And Liver dreams rain on the needles
I will smear in the morning at the time of dawn,
The winds will steal the robust
By jammy wet curses.
And in the refill of the Cleach birds of decent
Hem will lead his hopelessness.
And trails in animal slycots
Jumps into a fist with a tight knot.
Capturing sadness-long collar
And sick sniffing leash
Will not give sigh. Bear Helf.
Bursts like Yeti-Mokhnonog.
Not last and on the moment the path
Studging the sleeve with pine.
Before the cloterpad they do not touch
In the grounds of sirah, forest crops.
And in his will leave the term, Volcin and
Different foxes of black traces,
When in the seeds of adolescent
December will temper it.
Rivet thinned generous wool,
Warm and light glue flippers,
And the sun in the clouds rushes.
And Liver dreams rain on the needles
I will smear in the morning at the time of dawn,
The winds will steal the robust
By jammy wet curses.
And in the refill of the Cleach birds of decent
Hem will lead his hopelessness.
And trails in animal slycots
Jumps into a fist with a tight knot.
Capturing sadness-long collar
And sick sniffing leash
Will not give sigh. Bear Helf.
Bursts like Yeti-Mokhnonog.
Not last and on the moment the path
Studging the sleeve with pine.
Before the cloterpad they do not touch
In the grounds of sirah, forest crops.
And in his will leave the term, Volcin and
Different foxes of black traces,
When in the seeds of adolescent
December will temper it.