[ 11.08.2008 ]
On the carpet of yellow leaves
In simple dress
Of donated wind crepe de chine
Danced in the alley autumn boston .
Flown warm day
And hoarsely sang saxophone .
And people from the neighborhood came to us ,
And from all the neighboring roofs flew birds
Dancer clapping golden wings ...
How long , how long the music played there.
How often do I see the dream ,
My wonderful dream
In which we fall dancing boston .
Leaves are falling down ,
Plates spinning disk :
"Do not go, stay with me , my caprice ."
How often do I see the dream ,
My wonderful dream
In which we fall dancing boston .
Intoxicated with delight ,
About 's forgetting
Old house , long enamored of his youth ,
All rocked walls , windows opened, we
And to all those who lived in it ,
He gave it a miracle .
And when the sound died away in the gloom of night -
Everything has its end, its origin , -
Sad , cried a little rain fall ...
What a pity this waltz , how good it was in it.
How often do I see the dream ,
My wonderful dream
In which we fall dancing boston .
Leaves are falling down ,
Plates spinning disk :
"Do not go, stay with me , my caprice ."
How often do I see the dream ,
My wonderful dream
In which we fall dancing boston .
