Vladimir Gerun
Rural life …
Hello, willows dense,
And a rural life,
At night frosts bitter
Boomingly knock, well keep.
At night frosts bitter
Boomingly knock, well keep.
Silently now behind a village fence,
Only runners creak,
By the evening the oven to be heated -
Will warmly spend the night.
By the evening the oven to be heated -
Will warmly spend the night.
Wood all costs bewitched,
Winter paws in snow,
All I wander captivated,
The happiness I protect.
All I wander captivated,
The happiness I protect.
Here silence inexpressible,
Here cleanliness and rest,
Bench my wooden,
For the night to me a song sing.
Bench my wooden,
For the night to me a song sing.
Here it is had a rest fine
For all excitements and squabbles,
My life here is fascinated
And I not a cruiser "Varangian".
My life here is fascinated
And I not a cruiser "Varangian".
Rural life
© Copyright: Владимир Герун, 2008
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