Lyrics Иванна Нечай - Сны девичьи
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Возвращались моремъ сны дѣвичьи.
Ткала дѣвка тонко полотно,
Собирала къ Пасхѣ яйца птичьи,
Украшала вербами окно.
Завивала гибкія ресницы,
Мыла тѣло въ травяныхъ водахъ,
Опускала ноги въ мѣхъ куницы –
Хорошѣла прямо на глазахъ.
Вѣдь сердечко было ей отъ Бога,
Въ немъ любви хватило-бъ всѣмъ живымъ.
Но точила бѣлу грудь тревога,
Не увидѣться ужъ больше съ нимъ.
Обернулась свѣтлою поляной,
Зазвенѣла питьевымъ ключомъ
И прикрылась зоренькой багряной
На перинѣ, сотканной плющомъ.
Сколько проспала – Всевышний знаетъ.
Пробудилась липовым цвѣткомъ.
Слышитъ, кто-то жалобно играетъ
На волынкѣ въ унисонъ съ дождемъ.
И забилось горлицей сердечко:
Дождалась! Теперь ей не уснуть!
Наметала ягодой колечко –
Стало быть, имъ завтра вмѣстѣ въ путь!
Наблюдала сонъ любимаго ревниво,
Прогоняла самый тихій вѣтерокъ.
А съ разсвѣтомъ провожала в путь тоскливо:
Сонъ не въ руку, а въ зарокъ добавленъ срокъ.
Обернулася холоднымъ бабьимъ лѣтомъ,
Съ паутины выткала вуаль
И уснула тихимъ, синимъ небомъ,
Безупречно чистая, какъ даль.
Ткала дѣвка тонко полотно,
Собирала къ Пасхѣ яйца птичьи,
Украшала вербами окно.
Завивала гибкія ресницы,
Мыла тѣло въ травяныхъ водахъ,
Опускала ноги въ мѣхъ куницы –
Хорошѣла прямо на глазахъ.
Вѣдь сердечко было ей отъ Бога,
Въ немъ любви хватило-бъ всѣмъ живымъ.
Но точила бѣлу грудь тревога,
Не увидѣться ужъ больше съ нимъ.
Обернулась свѣтлою поляной,
Зазвенѣла питьевымъ ключомъ
И прикрылась зоренькой багряной
На перинѣ, сотканной плющомъ.
Сколько проспала – Всевышний знаетъ.
Пробудилась липовым цвѣткомъ.
Слышитъ, кто-то жалобно играетъ
На волынкѣ въ унисонъ съ дождемъ.
И забилось горлицей сердечко:
Дождалась! Теперь ей не уснуть!
Наметала ягодой колечко –
Стало быть, имъ завтра вмѣстѣ въ путь!
Наблюдала сонъ любимаго ревниво,
Прогоняла самый тихій вѣтерокъ.
А съ разсвѣтомъ провожала в путь тоскливо:
Сонъ не въ руку, а въ зарокъ добавленъ срокъ.
Обернулася холоднымъ бабьимъ лѣтомъ,
Съ паутины выткала вуаль
И уснула тихимъ, синимъ небомъ,
Безупречно чистая, какъ даль.
The sea of dreams returned.
Weaving a girl thinly linen,
Collected Easter eggs from birds,
She decorated the window with willows.
Curled flexible eyelashes,
Soaps in grassy waters,
She dropped her legs into the marten -
I looked good right in front of my eyes.
Her heart was from God,
There was enough love in him; all alive.
But anxiety sharpened my chest,
Do not see him anymore.
Turned into a glade of light
Drunk with a key
And she covered herself with a deep red crimson
On the feather bed, woven with ivy.
How many overslept - the Most High knows.
Awakened by lime flowers.
Hear, someone is playing plaintively
On the bagpipes in unison with the rain.
And the heart beat with a throat:
I waited! Now she can’t fall asleep!
Laid a berry ring -
Therefore, tomorrow they must go the way!
I watched a dream beloved jealously,
Chased the quietest vterok.
But she soon saw me sadly on the road:
Sleep not in your hand, but in vow the term has been added.
She turned into a cold woman’s summer
The cobwebs wove the veil
And fell asleep quiet, blue sky,
Perfectly clean, far away.
Weaving a girl thinly linen,
Collected Easter eggs from birds,
She decorated the window with willows.
Curled flexible eyelashes,
Soaps in grassy waters,
She dropped her legs into the marten -
I looked good right in front of my eyes.
Her heart was from God,
There was enough love in him; all alive.
But anxiety sharpened my chest,
Do not see him anymore.
Turned into a glade of light
Drunk with a key
And she covered herself with a deep red crimson
On the feather bed, woven with ivy.
How many overslept - the Most High knows.
Awakened by lime flowers.
Hear, someone is playing plaintively
On the bagpipes in unison with the rain.
And the heart beat with a throat:
I waited! Now she can’t fall asleep!
Laid a berry ring -
Therefore, tomorrow they must go the way!
I watched a dream beloved jealously,
Chased the quietest vterok.
But she soon saw me sadly on the road:
Sleep not in your hand, but in vow the term has been added.
She turned into a cold woman’s summer
The cobwebs wove the veil
And fell asleep quiet, blue sky,
Perfectly clean, far away.