Очи черные. Старый дом

What's the house became quiet
Immersed in darkness ,
On seven dashing
Crafty winds
all windows
Turning into a ravine ,
A gate - on the roadway path ?

Oh, I'm tired , tired - and horses unharnessed .
Hey , live somebody , come out , help!
None - only a shadow flashed in the hall ,
Yes vulture and narrowed down following .

In the house you come as
All power to the tavern ,
A narodishko -
Every third - the enemy .
Turned aside cheekbone ,
Guest uninvited !
Image in the corner -
And those are skewed.

And started a vague , strange conversation
Someone moaned song and guitar tormented ,
And epileptic small - moron and a thief -
I sneaked out from under the tablecloth knife shown .

" Who will answer me -
As for the house such
Why in darkness,
Barack plague ?
Light the lamps went out,
Air resulted ...
Ali live with you
Unlearn ?

Doors wide open for you, and the soul locked up .
Who is the owner here ? - Be watered wine . "
And in response to me, " Looks like you had a long time on the road -
And people have forgotten - we always live !

Grass to eat,
Century - on sorrel ,
Sour souls
Opryschaveli ,
Yes, even wine
Many teshilis -
Ruined house
Fought, hung . "

"I'm starved horses - rode away from the wolves .
Show me the land where the light from the lamps .
Show me the place , which was looking for -
Where they sing and do not moan , where the floor did not like . "

"On such houses
We have not heard ,
Long live the dark
Accustomed us.
Since the dawn we -
In so evil whisper ,
under the icons
In black soot . "

And because of the stench , where hanging askew image
I head off recklessly drove , scored whip
Where the horses were carrying so looking eyes
And where to meet me, and where people live ....

How sunk much subsided !
Life threw me - not dokinula .
Maybe you sang about clumsily I
Eyes black , white tablecloth ?!