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Hozyain Yablok (Host of Apples)

Kogda znojnoyu volnoyu
Otshumit zlatoe pole,
Ottsvetyot hmel' po lesam -
Plamya letnih zor' rumyanyh
Soberyot Hozyain YAblok,
Zaklyuchit v dushistyj sad.

Tam sok yablok zolotyh
ZHar dnej letnih sohranit

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Tam sok yablok zolotyh
ZHar dnej letnih sohranit

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V seni drev, v proshchan'e leta,
Gde sklonilis' tyazhko vetvi,
Pospeshim sorvat' svoj plod.
Gde zakaty yarko-aly,
Na piru Vladyki YAblok
Kazhdyj miluyu najdyot.

Na korotkij zhatvy chas
Zdes' lyubim lyuboj iz nas.

Sad
Tajnyj dar
Hranit
Dast
plod krasu odin,
S"esh' drugoj oj-yoj –
Vek schast'ya najdyosh'
Ili totchas zhe zluyu smert'.

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No kogda ugasnut kraski,
Nam tepla i znoya laski
Ne ostavyat holoda –
Tol'ko vkusom gor'ko-sladkim
Pamyat' o Vladyke YAblok
Nam ostavit vremya l'da.

Pust' sok yablok zolotyh
ZHar dnej letnih sohranit

Sad
Tajnyj dar
Hranit
Dast
plod krasu odin,
S"esh' drugoj oj-yoj –
Vek schast'ya najdyosh'
Ili totchas zhe zluyu smert'.

...

Pust' sok yablok zolotyh
ZHar dnej letnih sohranit


Translation

Host of Apples

When like a sultry wave
The golden field will cease its rustle,
And hop flowers will wither in the woods -
Flame of summer rosy dawns
The host of apples will collect,
And will enclose it in a fragrant garden.

There, the juice of the golden apples
Will preserve the heat of the summer days

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There, the juice of the golden apples
Will preserve the heat of the summer days

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In the shade of the trees, in the farewell of summer,
Where the branches are bowed down
Let us hurry to pick our fruit.
Where the sunsets are bright scarlet,
At the Feast of the Host of Apples
Everyone will find his sweetheart.

For a short hour of harvest
Any of us is loved here.

Garden
Secret gift
Stores
One will give
You good looks, 
If you eat another oh-hey!
You will find a century of happiness
Or cruel death at once.

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But when the colors will fade away,
The coldness will not leave us
The warmth and caress of the heat -
Only with bitter-sweet taste
The memory of the Host of Apples
Will be left for us by the times of ice.


Let the juice of the golden apples
Preserve the heat of the summer days


Garden
Secret gift
Stores
One will give
You good looks, 
If you eat another oh-hey!
You will find a century of happiness
Or cruel death at once.

... 

Let the juice of the golden apples
Preserve the heat of the summer days


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