BORIS KORNILOV
ALDER
I love very much
And mom and glade,
Stars over the water for a ruble.
I would look better, but I won't -
I love it very much.
Therefore, do not sing other songs
Without love, numb in my soul, -
May be,
At this very place
The girl fell in love with the Pechenegs.
The forest girl fell in love
Pechenega full of ...
She died a long time ago, not knowing
About the eyes of non-Russians with me.
Only I miss the streets
The old man would not be so bored - the old man ...
I can't find a girl like that
Here's one -
In my lifetime!
Sing from this, from grief,
Nightingale, the midnight bird,
All regions from sea to sea
With a trill of a scratched thread,
So that I don't have beer and no honey ...
To muddy the edges ...
Would bring bad weather, bad weather
To the clearing, to the young streams,
Where is viburnum and alder-eloh
Not afraid of storms and thunderstorms,
To make your soul feel good
Maybe for the last times.
Come in, oblique spring rain
Water along the field path.
And I will not, longing, later
Beat your head against the trees.
Only I will, young and rude,
And caring like our mother
Kiss the viburnum, as if on the lips,
And lovingly embrace the alder.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
And I also want to add only
To my sung verse
What I sometimes call - Olga -
Pink, fresh alder.