Lyrics Эдуард Кузинер - Посвящение в альбом
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Музыка, текст, исполнение: Эдуард Кузинер
Короткое лето, цвет вишни,
Поэт, взятый девушкой в плен…
И - пылкое четверостишье:
«В альбом несравненной N. N.»…
Та осень была с ураганом:
Ни крыш, ни каминов, ни стен,
По разным городам и странам –
Родные, поэт и N. N.
Жила, как могла, неприметно:
Без слёз, без страстей, без измен.
А где–то
То осталось лето,
Вкус вишен на губах поэта.
Пусть не насовсем,
Отдав всё взамен,
Туда так хотела N. N.
К ней сватался, кажется, как-то
Почтенный седой джентльмен,
Но вяло, хоть и не без такта,
Души не затронув N. N.
Отпел её служка меж делом,
Привычным окончив «Amen».
Туда, где все – в прозрачно–белом,
Ушла по ступенькам N. N.
Проглянуло солнце сквозь тучи,
Дождался, кто смог, перемен.
И, может, может, это лучше,
Что их не застала N. N.
Где в ветреный полдень – затишье,
А воздух насыщен и нем,
Кириллицей - четверостишье
«В альбом несравненной N. N.»…
Март 2009 г.
Music, text, performance: Edward Kuziner
Short summer, cherry color,
A poet captured by a girl ...
And - ardent quatrain:
"In an album of incomparable N. N." ...
That autumn was a hurricane:
No roofs, no fireplaces, no walls,
In different cities and countries -
Native, poet and N. N.
She lived, as she could, inconspicuously:
Without tears, without passions, without changes.
And somewhere
That summer is left
The taste of cherries on the lips of the poet.
Let not for good
Having given all in return,
N. N. wanted to go there.
To her woo, seems, somehow
Honorable gray-haired gentleman,
But sluggish, though not without tact,
Soul without affecting N. N.
Otppel its servant in between times,
Familiar graduating "Amen".
Where everything is in transparent white
Gone down the steps N. N.
The sun peeped through the clouds,
He waited, who could, change.
And maybe maybe this is better
That they did not find N. N.
Where on a windy afternoon is a lull
And the air is saturated and mute
Cyrillic - stanza
"In an album of incomparable N. N." ...
March 2009
Short summer, cherry color,
A poet captured by a girl ...
And - ardent quatrain:
"In an album of incomparable N. N." ...
That autumn was a hurricane:
No roofs, no fireplaces, no walls,
In different cities and countries -
Native, poet and N. N.
She lived, as she could, inconspicuously:
Without tears, without passions, without changes.
And somewhere
That summer is left
The taste of cherries on the lips of the poet.
Let not for good
Having given all in return,
N. N. wanted to go there.
To her woo, seems, somehow
Honorable gray-haired gentleman,
But sluggish, though not without tact,
Soul without affecting N. N.
Otppel its servant in between times,
Familiar graduating "Amen".
Where everything is in transparent white
Gone down the steps N. N.
The sun peeped through the clouds,
He waited, who could, change.
And maybe maybe this is better
That they did not find N. N.
Where on a windy afternoon is a lull
And the air is saturated and mute
Cyrillic - stanza
"In an album of incomparable N. N." ...
March 2009