A keresés eredménye

Little star

A little star came down from the sky
And said, a little out of breath
I fell in love with Samuil
With Samuil Marshak1
 
I searched for him a long time
Rushing around, flying everywhere
More than a few years have passed
And at last I found him!
 
He alone is dearer to me than anyone
He's not a boy, well, and what of it?
After all I'm not a young girl either
I'm seventeen centuries old, praise God
 
Samuil, having heard this
Laughed long and hard
You're funnier than anyone in the world
A merry widow
 
She wore out Samuil from laughing
She tired out the old man
I've been in the sky a long time
Come fly here
 
You looked for too long
And found a needle in a haystack
There's no sense in this, star
Go back again
 
A little star fell from the sky
She got caught on a hook
She hung there and said
Hello, dear little fool
 
You're the one I've been looking for
My dear beloved
You always look so mournful and
I came running after you
 
I've been watching you from on high
I like you, the only trouble is
You don't know how to fly, for sure
Lamented the star
 
But I'll sit on a rocket
And set off after the star
I have a wife and children
I'll take them with me
 
And the star answered me: Hold on, stop!
You're a bit too hasty, my dear
Let's start over from the beginning, la la la
Come on, repeat after me
 
A little star fell from the sky, la la la
And resolutely said, la la la
Goodbye my dear, sweet friend
I bid you farewell
It's time for me to go home
 

• 1. Russian and Soviet writer (1887–1964)

Girl

V1
Girl, wondering barefoot on town's streets, is seen
Traffic light lets her through by turning green
From the above, even an air guard sends his grin
Girl, acknowledging in return, nods her head to him.
 
Somewhere, outside the town, breaks spring ice
People, walking towards the girl, part in her path.
She walks Pushkin Street to Ligovsky Prospect
Ship floats by in a canal as if in her footsteps.
 
Refrain:
And outside of a window, days streak by,
Like takeoff lights,
Some can be seen from the above,
The others are invisible.
 
And Spring blooms outside
She is in love with someone
And that someone, behind a window,
Sits and watches day after day
 
V2
As the barefoot girl over the town wonders
As a butterfly over its streets and squares flutters
As all the way through the arch she dives
Sun warms up, girl's heart in song bursts.
 
Refrain:
As outside of a window, days streak by
Like birds they are far away
Some float on clouds in the sky
The others are invisible.
 
And spring blooms outside
She is in love with someone
And that someone, behind a window,
Sits and watches day after day
 
As outside of a window, days streak by
Like birds they are far away
Some float on clouds in the sky
The others are invisible
 
And spring blooms outside
She is in love with someone
And that someone, behind a window,
Sits and watches day after day
 
As outside of a window, days streak by
Like birds they are far away
Some float on clouds in the sky
The others are invisible.
 
And spring blooms outside
She is in love with someone
And that someone, behind a window,
Sits and watches day after day
 
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Quasifolactic Zombiac

- When I served as a forester at the post office...
- Why a forester? After all, we know a forester
As such in our life arose
On the forest soil, not at the post!
 
-When I served as an orderly at the post office...
-What an orderly, when the coachman!
It can't happen at the post office,
To the coachman, as an orderly, the regimental commander to put on shoes!
 
-When I served on the post office of regiment commander...
-Do not fool around, give the coachman!
 
-When I served as a coachman in the post office
Was young, I had a herring
No, not a herring - a piece of balyk.
Well, I have. And suddenly the regiment
He orders me immediately to find an orderly:
 
'I'm ashamed to go barefoot in the mail,
Come on, follow my orderly.
Let him polish my boots
And wear them on both my feet. '
 
A service isn't honey and fate isn't easy.
Here I go to the forest, I'm looking for a orderly,
Frozen like an ice, fell ill by the night
And I see a forester takes off my boot
It looks like an orderly. I say: Help
At the post office, put on the regimental his boots!
 
The forester understands the yearning of coachman,
That the service isn't honey and fate isn't easy
We go to the post office, and the regiment is here
Chees in his boots a piece of balyk, a bastard...
 
-In truth, - said the regiment, - speaking
I thought you're dead on the road
And there's no orderly to me, the coachman's dead,
And I became completely alone at the post office,
 
And who else but me put on a boot myself?
Now I'm orderly, well, you - barefoot
You'll be command the regiment at the post office!
 
-We are this case, as the custom dictates,
Should drink, - said the forester
 
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