Лія ЧерняковаКое-что по-английскимуз. А. Иванченко Rain cat In the wearied rain coat, Don't cry On the ruins of your happy home, Go prey For his empty soul - He will never come back again. Rain drops All his heavy sorrows On your gentle fur. Rain pours, Like there is no tomorrow, No way to live through the day. Rain cat Of a faded gray color Rain dog Coming here to follow Your steps, to catch the smell of Your shade on the shallow sand. Rain checked - No place to go Just tracks of the rail road Turned back to the lost town - Lone sound of train in the end * * * Every kiss Makes the point Of my love to you. But there is no "i"s To put it over. Every raindrop Tears Its way from my eyes To the salty marks On your lips. Is it the farewell Or the new twist Of the spiral Stairway to heaven. And what a hell are You doing, Sitting on these steps? Doors are open - No one is coming back. |
2001 Вот, поддалась общей тенденции хвастаться незнанием языка... Oба стихотворения поются, одна песня где-то в интернете есть (хотя мне больше нравится вторая) © Лія Чернякова © музика: Лія Чернякова |