Kak ko mne posvatalsya veter,
Bilsya v okna, v reznye stavni.
Podnimalas' ya na rassvete, mama,
Narechyonnoyu vetru stala.
Nu, a s vetrom kto budet sporit',
Reshitsya vetru perechit'?
Vyshivay zhasmin i levkoi,
S zhenikhom ozhidaya vstrechi.
Otpusti menya v pole, mama,
Zeleny vitrazhi v chasovne,
Chtob s vostoka v dushistykh travakh
Moy zhenikh prishel nevesomyy.
Moy zhenikh pod lunoyu zelyonoyu
Serdtse voz'met v ladoni,
Bubentsy rassyplyutsya zvonom
V semi shirokikh podolakh.
Nu, a s vetrom kto budet sporit',
Reshitsya vetru perechit'?
Vyshivay zhasmin i levkoi,
S zhenikhom ozhidaya vstrechi.
Gde zhe veter moy? pusto v pole.
Ili predal menya moy milyy?
Dlya chego mne krasa i volya?
On krylat, tol'ko ya beskryla!
Dlya chego takomu zhena —
On igraet shyolkovoy plet'yu;
Gde-to vsadnik, privstav v stremenakh,
Letit v pogone za smert'yu.
Oy, da na chto, na chto sdalas' ya emu,
Slovno nozh, on oster i rezok;
Vyshivayut nebesnuyu t'mu
Pal'tsy tonkikh vetrenykh lezviy.
Nu, a s vetrom kto budet sporit',
Reshitsya vetru perechit'?
Vyshivay zhasmin i levkoi,
S zhenikhom ozhidaya vstrechi.
Raspuskaet tugie kosy
Pod maslichnoy yunoy lunoyu.
V tishine tantsuet, smeetsya,
Budto vpryam' i stala zhenoyu.
Pozdno zovyote, druz'ya,
Ya sama sebe neznakoma,
Ved' ya — ya uzhe ne ya, mama,
I dom moy — uzhe ne dom moy.
