Текст песни Иван Бунин - Листопад

Autumn poem
Lѣs, as if we were looking at the painted one, -
Purple, gold, crimson, -
Merry, colorful wall
Stands above the light glade.

Birch trees with yellow thorn
Shine in azure blue;
How are the towers, the Christmas trees are dark,
And between the maples there is blue
Now there, then here in the foliage through
Enlightenments into the sky, what are the windows ...
Lѣs smells like oak and pine, -
For a long time he dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Today I entered my house ...

How good she is! To the glade,
Among the wide courtyard
Air spider web fabric
Shine like silver.
The avenue is narrow, like a dream,
Leads into the tower, and along it
There is a carpet of autumn foliage
Among bushes and stumps.
There, in the hidden blacksѣ,
Always calm; frequent fight
Above him it gets dark into the skies
And surrounds the light courtyard.
Today is a whole day playing
In the courtyard of the last moth
And, like a white petal,
It freezes on the web
Covered by the warmth of the sun;
Today it is so light all around
Such a dead silence
In the lѣsu and in the blue heights,
What can be in this silenceѣ
Hear the rustling of the leaves.
Lѣs, as if we were looking at the painted one, -
Purple, gold, crimson, -
Stands above a sunny glade,
Spellbound by the silence;
Zakvokhchet thrush, flying
Among the podsѣda, where, thick
The foliage pours an amber gleam;
Playing, flashes into the sky
Skvortsov scattered flock -
And again everything around will freeze ...
Lѣs pink. And at the gate -
Among two dried up aspen -
The blue of the valleys are also looking,
And small forest, and swamps,
And the distance of the lilac villages ...
How good! But sorry for something
And it's sad Autumn all day.

Sometimes it goes out thoughtfully
She is in the sun out of the gate
And wanders into the floor, and does not reduce
Eat the yellow marshes of the eyes.
There, across the hollows and glades,
Dense shrubs mounds
Spread out in a wide camp,
Like dark red tents.
There is a path to the south. With my sadness
She is looking at the edge of heaven,
Where the distance has merged with the heavenly distance,
Full of quiet dreams.
And the day is gone. The sky is clear
Transparent air dry and quiet
Lѣsa alѣut ... and silently
The bright day is leaving them.
The last moment of happiness!
Autumn already knows what
Deep and quiet peace -
Forerunner of long bad weather.
She looks more and more sternly into the distance,
More and more secret suffering
In her nѣmyh eyes shines through ...
What a total silence!
Deeply, strangely, I was silent
And at dawn, when the sunset
Purple shine of fire and gold
Fire tower illuminated.
Then gloomily it got dark in it ...
The moon rises, and in lѣsu
Shadows fall on the dew ...
Now it became cold and cold
Among the glades, among the through
Dead autumn thicket,
And creepy Autumn alone
Into the desolate silence of the night!

Now the silence is different:
Listen - it grows;
And eat it, frightening with blasphemy,
And the month slowly rises.
All tni slal it is shorter,
Transparent smoke brought to the forest -
And now he looks straight into the eyes
From the misty heights of heaven.
Oh, the dead sleep of an autumn night!
Oh, terrible hour of night miracles!
Into silver and damp fogѣ
Light and empty in the meadow;
Lѣs, blym flooded with light,
With its frozen beauty
As if he were prophesying death.
Owl, and she is silent: sits
Yes, stupidly looking out of the way ...
Sometimes he laughs wildly
It will break with the noise from the height,
Flapping soft wings
And sit on the bushes again
And looks with round eyes
Driving with an eared head
On the sides, like amazement ...
And lѣs stands in appraisal,
Filling blѣ