Below is the lyrics of the song Купола , artist - Евгений Григорьев – Жека with translation
Original text with translation
Евгений Григорьев – Жека
Облетают листья тополя,
В сквозняках дверями хлопает мой дом.
Словно конвоиров выстрелы
Да из подлобья взгляды низкие кругом.
Ветер рощу за воротами рвёт,
Как строй зеков пред работами,
Им их звонки - колокола,
Вышки зон им колокольнями,
А тайги верхушки хвойные,
Им, как святые купола.
Возвратился – дом пустой встречал,
Тополь грустно головой качал - ждал снег,
И листву, теряя, рассказал,
Стариков моих как провожал на век.
Ветер рощу за воротами рвёт,
Как строй зеков пред работами,
Им их звонки - колокола,
Вышки зон им колокольнями,
А тайги верхушки хвойные,
Им, как святые купола.
Кроме бога некому простить,
Кроме ветра некому мне мстить теперь.
Облетают листья тополя,
И всю ночь стрельбою хлопает дверь.
Ветер рощу за воротами рвёт,
Как строй зеков пред работами,
Им их звонки - колокола,
Вышки зон им колокольнями,
А тайги верхушки хвойные,
Им, как святые купола.
Poplar leaves fly around
In drafts the doors slam my house.
Like guards shots
Yes, from the underside of the eyes low all around.
The wind is tearing the grove outside the gate,
Like a line of prisoners before work,
Their calls are bells to them,
The towers of the zones are their bell towers,
And the taiga tops are coniferous,
They are like holy domes.
He returned - he met an empty house,
Poplar sadly shook his head - waiting for the snow,
And the foliage, losing, told
How I saw off my old people for a century.
The wind is tearing the grove outside the gate,
Like a line of prisoners before work,
Their calls are bells to them,
The towers of the zones are their bell towers,
And the taiga tops are coniferous,
They are like holy domes.
There is no one to forgive except God
In addition to the wind, there is no one for me to take revenge now.
Poplar leaves fly around
And all night the door slams with fire.
The wind is tearing the grove outside the gate,
Like a line of prisoners before work,
Their calls are bells to them,
The towers of the zones are their bell towers,
And the taiga tops are coniferous,
They are like holy domes.
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