офицерская жена - Ночные Снайперы

А он звенел и обмирал, всегда встревоженный немного.

Ты говорила о любви, ты умоляла: «Не спеши!»,

Он соглашался, суету топя на дне своих вопросов.

И с плеч упал её платок и пролежал так до утра.

Ты говорила, он молчал, а сердце ныло: «Мне пора»,

А кости — детская игра, и за плечами путь обратный.

И вот тогда ты поняла, его оставить невозможно.

Неумолимое вчера уже прощалось с другом завтра,

И провожать ты не пошла, и ты осталась у окна.

Ты говорила и звала, ты отвечала, улыбаясь.

Год снова месяцы и дни забросил в новенькие соты,

Вокруг летали мотыли, родные ей, но далеко.

Она уже сняла кольцо, она на небо не смотрела

И небо стало далеко…

And he rang and died, always a little alarmed.

You talked about love, you begged: "Don't hurry!",

He agreed, drowning the fuss at the bottom of his questions.

And her handkerchief fell from her shoulders and lay like that until morning.

You spoke, he was silent, and his heart ached: "I have to go,"

And the dice is child's play, and the way back is behind you.

And then you realized that it was impossible to leave him.

The inexorable yesterday already said goodbye to a friend tomorrow,

And you didn't go to see off, and you stayed at the window.

You spoke and called, you answered smiling.

Year again threw months and days into brand new honeycombs,

Bloodworms flew around, dear to her, but far away.

She had already taken off her ring, she did not look at the sky

And the sky became far away...