Текст песни И.А.Бунин - Одиночество

LONELINESS

And the wind and the rain and mist
Above the cold desert of water.
Here life until the spring died
Until the spring of deserted gardens.
I have one in the country. I have dark
Behind the easel, and blowing out the window.

Yesterday, you were mine,
But you really depressing to me.
In the evening a rainy day
You seem to me to become my wife ...
Well, good-bye! How else to spring
And one live - without his wife ...

Today go without end
Those clouds - ridge of a ridge.
Your trace in the rain on the porch
Blurred, nalilsya water.
And it hurts me to look the same
In the late afternoon the gray darkness.

I wanted to shout followed suit:
"Gates, I stick with you!"
But for women there is no past:
I fell out of love - and she became a stranger.
Well! Fireplace flooded, I drink ...
It would be nice to buy a dog.