Рождественская Песенка на Хелловин

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19.09.2023. Англия

Рождественская Песенка на Хелловин


Вот, есть мир,
Он Иной:
После Смерти там Бродишь.

Вот, есть мир:
Там живой после смерти:

- И сгоришь ты в Аду,
Средь Чертей и средь Пепла,

-Если Доброе Сердце
У себя не откроешь:

- Накормя, кто зимою
Холодной, тут ходит.

Они просят так мало:
Делися с живыми,
О тебя помолясь,
Что тебя не забыли.


Вот дорога одна,
И на Рай, и на Небо.

А другая к чертям.
Ты в Аду давно ль не был?


Смотрят: видят глаза.
Ах, родные ж какие!

Детвора - мелюзга
Ждут, чтоб им отворили б.

А подальше стоят
Мамы их и глядят:

- Не подашь малышу:
Знай! Накличешь Беду!

- Среди ночи прийду!
Весь твой дом запалю!
Так неси же конфет!
Пирогов! Весь Буфет!

- И про деньги, -
В Ведро!
Чтоб не трогали дом!

Ах, не так!
Там покойные в ряд!

Те, кто в землю ушли.
Живы вдруг и пришли.

Только пара минут
Как свободные, тут.

На тебя поглядеть.
И на небо взлететь.

И от радости: тут!
Им несут со стола,
Калачи, пироги,
И конфеты в горстях.

Сердце в радости прыг!
Живы все! Среди нас!

Только пара минут.
Им уйти в некуда.

А ты в дом:

- Ой, забыл!
Тут пирог, не отдал!

А кому же отдать?
Миг! - и нет их
Опять.


Лишь родные глаза.
То они?
Не они?

Или черти, смеясь,
Принимали
Их вид?


Есть дома: как пусты.
В доме выключат свет.
Ты стучи - никого.
Потому что бедны.

Потому что отдать
Просто нет ничего.
Нищета, беднота.

- Нам никто ж не помог?

Вздох.
И птичкам чуток
Это всё,
Что я смог.

Вздох,
Вот яблочка тож,
Поделясь
Им своём.


Рождество, холода.
И нетоплен мой дом.
Денег нет на дрова
И на праздничный стол.

И тарелка овса
На воде, разварясь,
Так,без масла-сальца,
Вся еда за столом.


Господа, дети их,
И у ёлки лежат,
И подарок с гору,
Стол от явств, дом убран.

А ты стар, нищета.
И никто не пришёл:

- Ты ж подарки не дашь?
- Сам, поди, что-то ждёшь?

Повезло же Христу!
За мечту, за рассказ,
В дом впустя: накормив,
Дав перинку поспать.


Эй! Вдали, в холода,-

Четырём Королям
На стол явства несли:

- Праздник!
- Праздновать всласть!


И Весенний Король
Молод, словно Апрель,
О Любви песни пел,
Соблазнял, уводя.


Ну, а Летний Король,
Страстный, жаркий,
Июнь, или Август, Июль,
Страстно девок ласкал.

Очень нежный, был добр
Щедрый новый король,
Золотой Краснотой
Был Осенний Король.

И такой Ледянной
Белый Зимний Король:
Никуда не пускал:

- Сиди дома!, - сказал.

Но на праздник пришли,
И гостинцы несли.
Жемчуга и злата,
Изумруды горя,

И в корзинах несли
Года цело плоды:
Тут и мёд золотой,
Яблок разных горой.

Тут и ягод плоды,
Пастилы и халвы.
Пироги и торты,
И накрыли столы.

Гости все подошли,
Ели-пили, хваля.
Песни вкруг говоря.

Вот, ушли, по домам.
И закат наступил.

Не пора ли нам спать?
В небе Звёзды взашли?

Утром, завтра, вставать,
Нам столы убирать:
- Мы ...
На улицах Пир,-
Где накрыли столы.

Ночь, лишь звёзды блестят.
Крошки хлеба, еда.
Недоедено что,
Недопито, - лежат.

Утро: чисто кругом.
Нет ни крошечки где.

Как же чисто за ночь
Звёзды всё подмели!

19.09.2023. Англия

"Рождественская Песенка на Хелловин", стихи (19.09.2023, Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2023/09/19/5158
https://stihi.ru/2023/09/19/5147
http://proza.ru/2023/09/19/1215
http://proza.ru/2023/09/19/1186

© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2023
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2023
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19.09.2023. England

Christmas Song on Halloween


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?


Here, there is a World,
It Is a Different:
After The Death, You Wander there.

Here, there is a World:
There's a living after death:

- And you will burn in a Hell,
Among the Devils and among the Ashes,

- If A Kind Heart
You can't open it at a home:

- Feeding who in winter
A Cold, walking around here.

They ask so little:
Share with the living,
Praying for you,
That you haven't been forgotten.


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?



They look: they see your eyes.
You see their eyes look.

Ah, what kind of relatives!

The kids are small fry
They are waiting for the door to be opened to them.

And further away are
Their mothers look at them:

- Won't you give it to the baby:
Know! You'll Cause Trouble!

- I'll come in the middle of the night!
I'll set your whole house on fire!
So bring some candy!
Pies! Cakes! Pastry! The Whole Buffet!

- And about the money, -
Into The Bucket!
So that they don't touch the house!

Ah, not so!
There are dead in a row!

Those who have gone to the ground.
Alive suddenly and came.

Just a couple of minutes
As free, here.

To look at you.
And fly to the sky.

And with joy: here!
They are brought from the table,
Rolls, pies,
And handfuls of candy.

The heart jumps in joy!
Everyone is alive! Among us!

Just a couple of minutes.
They have nowhere to go.

And you to the house:

- Oh, I forgot!
There's a pie here, I didn't give it away!


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?



And who should I give it to?
A moment! - and they are gone
Again.


Only native eyes.
Are they?
Not them?

Or the devils, laughing,
Accepted
Their kind?


There are houses: how empty.
The lights will be turned off in the house.
You knock - no one.
Because they are poor.

Because to give
There's just nothing.
Poverty, poverty.

- Nobody helped us?

Gasp.
And a little bit for the birds
That is all,
That I could.

Gasp,
Here 's an apple too,
Sharing
Their own.


Christmas, cold weather.
And my house is unheated.
There is no money for firewood
And on the festive table.

And a plate of oats
On the water, boiling,
So, without oil-salsa,
All the food is at the table.


Gentlemen, their children,
And at the Christmas tree lie,
And a gift from the mountain,
The table is clear, the house is cleaned.

And you are old, poverty.
And no one came:

- You're not giving gifts, are you?
- Are you waiting for something yourself?

Christ was lucky!
For the dream, for the story,
Let into the house: feeding,
Giving a feather bed to sleep.


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?


Four King Christmas Choral Song


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?


Hey! Away, in the cold,-

To the Four Kings
The evidence was carried to the table:

- A holiday!
- Celebrate to your heart's content!


And the Spring King
Young as April,
He sang songs about Love,
Seduced, led away.


Well, and the Summer King,
Passionate, hot,
June, or August, July,
Passionately caressed the girls.

Very gentle, was kind
The Generous New King,
Golden Redness
There was an Autumn King.

And such an Icy
White Winter King:
He did not let me go anywhere:

- Stay at home!, - he said.

But they came to the holiday,
And they brought gifts.
Pearls and gold,
Emeralds of Grief,

And carried in baskets
There are whole fruits of the year:
Here and golden honey,
Apples of different mountains.

There are berries,
Pastilles and halva.
Pies and cakes,
And the tables were set.

The guests all came up,
Ate and drank, praising.
Songs around speaking.

Here, they've gone home.
And the sunset came.

Isn't it time for us to go to bed?
Are the stars gone in the sky?

In the morning, tomorrow, get up,
We need to clean the tables:
- We are ...
There is a feast in the streets,
where the tables are set.

It's night, only the stars are shining.
Bread crumbs, food.
What is not eaten,
Not finished, is lying.

Morning: clean all around.
There is not a crumb where.

How clean overnight
The stars have swept everything!


Here is just one your life road
And always for two different sides.

Here is one road,
And to a Heaven, and to The Sky to The Heaven
and to Paradise to The Sky.

Here is one road,
And to a Hell, and to The Heaven.

And the other one to the hell.
Haven't you been to The Hell for a long time?


19.09.2023. England

"Christmas Song for Halloween", poems (09/19/2023, England)
https://stihi.ru/2023/09/19/5251
http://proza.ru/2023/09/19/1233

The Simple line translation from
On Russian The Original Poem

"Рождественская Песенка на Хелловин", стихи (19.09.2023, Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2023/09/19/5158
https://stihi.ru/2023/09/19/5147
http://proza.ru/2023/09/19/1215
http://proza.ru/2023/09/19/1186

© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2023
© Copyright: Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2023

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