1
I break the layered cliffs
At the time the outflow of ilistom dne,
And to drag my tired ass
Their pieces on the hairy back.
Came to the railroad,
Piled, - and to the sea again
We are hairy legs,
And the donkey starts to cry.
And shouts, and blows it, - encouraging,
What is light though ago.
And the road - cool
And shady garden stretches.
By fence high and long
Extra roses for us to hang flowers.
It does not cease nightingale tune,
Something whispering streams and sheets.
Scream my ass sounds
Every time at the garden gate,
And in the garden of someone chuckles,
And then - would go and sing.
AND, delving into the melody restless,
I look, urging on the donkey,
Both on the coast is rocky and sultry
Drops blue haze.
2
Hot day burns without trace,
Dusk the night crawling through the bushes;
And the donkey is surprised, poor:
"What, master, He changed his mind about you?»
Or mind from the heat turbid,
Whether dreaming in the darkness I?
Once all the perseverance of a dream
The lives of others - my, not my…
And what in the hut close
I, poor destitute, waiting for,
Repeating melody unknown,
The Nightingale ringing garden?
Not hear the curses of life
In the garden, walled,
In the blue twilight white dress
Behind bars flashed carved.
Every evening at sunset the fog
I pass by these gates,
And she me, light, beckons
And kruzhenьem, and singing calls.
And recruiting whirling and Peña
I've forgotten something catch,
And I start loving languor,
Unavailability of the fence like.
