Иван Шмелев - Рождество.Лето Господне - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“You will put it on the all-nights. You’ll put it on, a sheep of a ram, a hat, a hat, a tin, a frost and will not pinch. You will go out-a singing ringing. And the stars. You touch the gate,-and shower the frost. Frost! Snow is blue, strong, she writes thinly thinly. Snowworms, mountains along the street. In the windows, pink lights of lamps. And the air ... - Blue, silvering dust, smoky, starry. Gardens are smoking. Birch trees are white visions. They sleep in them. Fiery smokes with pillars, high, to the stars. Star ringing, bewitching,-floats, does not pour; sleepy, ringing, ringing, ringing, glorifies God in the Vyshoyye,-Christmas.

You go and think: now I will hear a gentle tuning-lithium, simple, special, childish, warm ...-and for some reason a crib, stars are seen.

Your Christmas, Christ, our God,

Bring the world of the mind ...

And for some reason, it seems that a long-standing tuning of the sacred ... was always. And will be.

On the corner of the shop, without doors. The old man in a sheepskin coat is being traded, clinging to. Behind the frozen glass - a familiar angel with a golden flower, freezes. Squeezed with brilliance. I held it recently, touched my finger. Paper Angel. Well, a card ... showered with a brilliance, snowball as if. Poor, freezes. No one buys it: dear. He pressed himself against the glass and freezes.

You go from the church. Everything is different. Snow is a saint. And the stars are saints, new, Christmas stars. Christmas! Look at the sky. Where is she, that long -standing star that the magi appeared? She's: Over the Barminichin court, over the garden! Every year - over this garden, low. She is bluish. Holy. Sometimes, I thought: “If you go to her, you will come there. Here, come ... and bow with the shepherds of Christmas! He is in the nursery, in a small feeding trough, as in the stable ... You just won’t get, frost, you will freeze! ” You look, look-and you think: “Volsvi with a star travel, they are! ..”

Volsvi? .. So - the sages, magi. And, small, I thought - wolves. Are you funny? Yes, such wolves are kind, thought. The star leads them, and they go, became quiet. The little Christ was born, and even good wolves now. Even the wolves are happy. Is it good, is it good? Their tails are lowered. They go, look at the star. And that leads them. So she brought. Do you see, willow? And you squeeze your eyes ... You see-a feeder with hay, a bright, light boy, beckons a pen? .. Yes, and Volkov ... all beckons. How I wanted to see! .. The sheep there, cows, pigeons take off the rafters ... And the shepherds were inclined ... And the kings, magi ... And now, wolves come up. We have a lot of them in Russia! .. They look, but they are afraid to enter. Why are they afraid? And they were ashamed of them ... there were such evil ones. You ask - let them let it down? Well, of course, they will let them out. They will say: Well, and you come in, today Christmas! And the stars ... All the stars are there, at the entrance, crowd, shine ... who, wolves? Well, of course, glad.

I used to look and think: goodbye, until the future of Christmas! The eyelashes were frozen, and from the star all the arrows, arrows ...

You will go to Bush. It was we had a dog, shaggy, big, lived in Konura. Has there is a warmth there, warm to her. I would like to tell Bush that Christmas, that even the good wolves now go with the star ... You shout to Konura - “Bushuka!”. The chain will thunder, wakes up, snort, will promise her face, kind, soft. It licks his hand, as if he will say: yes, Christmas. And - warm in the soul, from happiness. "