Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Почему, скажи, сестрица

Спой мне песню, как синица
Тихо за морем жила...
А.С. Пушкин, Зимний вечер

Почему, скажи, сестрица,
Не из райского ковша,
А из нашего напиться
Захотела ты, душа?

Человеческое тело
Ненадежное жилье,
Ты влетела слишком смело
В сердце темное мое.

Тело может истомиться,
Яду невзначай глотнуть,
И потянешься, как птица,
От меня в обратный путь.

Но когда ты отзывалась
На призывы бытия,
Непосильной мне казалась
Ноша бедная моя,-

Может быть, и так случится,
Что, закончив перелет,
Будешь биться, биться, биться -
И не отомкнут ворот.

Пой о том, как ты земную
Боль, и соль, и желчь пила,
Как входила в плоть живую
Смертоносная игла,

Пой, бродяжка, пой, синица,
Для которой корма нет,
Пой, как саваном ложится
Снег на яблоневый цвет,

Как возвысилась пшеница,
Да побил пшеницу град...
Пой, хоть время прекратится,
Пой, на то ты и певица,
Пой, душа, тебя простят.






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Sing me of a little bluetit's
Quiet life across the sea...

From Winter Night by A.S. Pushkin

Tell me, little sister-soul,
Why'd you choose to slake your thirst
Not from Eden's clear bowl
But from ours on Earth?

It is too unsafe abode -
Human body, frail and dark.
Were you not a little bold
When you settled in my heart?

Can't a body get too tired,
Take a poison in the end?
You will leave me, as a migrant
Bird sets off for its homeland.

When you struggled, when you cared,
Following the earthly ways,
Seemed unbearable my share,
Was beyond my strength your weight.

But in those lands unknown,
When your flight's already made,
Can't it be? - You knock, and knock, and
Nobody unlocks the gate.

Sing, my soul, my little fiddler,
Of the earthly salt and pain,
Sing of how a lethal needle
Penetrates into the vein.

Sing, my sister, sing, the nomad,
Sing, my starving little tit,
Sing of deadly veil of snow
Shrouding a blooming sprig,

Of full-grown golden cereal
Beaten down by a hail...
Sing, don't stop if sunlight ceases,
Sing, because you are a singer,
Sing, my soul, and you'll be saved.

Sing me a song like a tit
Quietly over the sea lived ...
A.S. Pushkin, winter evening

Why, say, sister,
Not from the paradise bucket,
And from our drunk
Want you, soul?

Human body
Unreliable housing,
You flew too boldly
In the heart is dark mine.

The body can escape
Nucleus without discount
And stretch like a bird
From me back.

But when you responded
On the appeals of being
I seemed unbearable to me
Nosha poor is mine, -

Maybe it will happen
What, by finishing the flight,
You will fight, fight, fight -
And do not call back the gate.

Sorry about how you're
Pain and salt, and bile saw,
How was the living in the flesh
A deadly needle

Sing, rod, sing, tit,
For which there is no feed,
Sing as Savan falls
Snow on the apple color,

How raised wheat,
Yes, broke wheat hail ...
Sing, though time stops,
Sing, you and the singer,
Sing, soul, forgive you.






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Sing Me of a Little Bluetit's
QUIET LIFE ACROSS THE SEA ...

From Winter Night by A.S. Pushkin.

Tell Me, Little Sister-Soul,
Why'd You Choose to Slake Your Thirst
NOT FROM EDEN'S CLEAR BOWL
BUT FROM OURS ON EARTH?

IT IS Too Unsafe Abode -
Human Body, Frail and Dark.
Were You Not a Little Bold
WHEN YOU SETTLED IN MY HEART?

CAN'T A BODY GET TOOO TIRED,
Take a Poison in the End?
You Will Leave Me, As a Migrant
Bird Sets Off for Its Homeland.

WHEN YOU STRUGGLED, WHEN YOU CARED,
Fallowing the Earthly Ways,
Seeemed Unbearable My Share
Was Beyond My Strength Your Weight.

But in Those Lands Unknown,
WHEN YOUR FLIGHT'S ALREADY MADE,
CAN'T IT BE? - You Knock, and knock, and
Nobody Unlocks The Gate.

Sing, My Soul, My Little Fiddler,
Of the Earthly Salt and Pain
Sing Of How a Lethal Needle
Penetrates Into The Vein.

Sing, My Sister, Sing, The Nomad,
Sing, My Starving Little Tit,
Sing Of Deadly Veil Of Snow
Shrouding a blooming sprig

Of Full-Grown Golden Cereal
Beaten Down By A Hail ...
Sing, Don't Stop If Sunlight Ceases,
Sing, Because You Are A Singer,
Sing, My Soul, and you'll be saved.