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Fortunæ Fortunarum
01:17
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O Lucida Fortunæ Fortunarum!
Fiat Aquarius relinquere
Cum tempora tenebris et lutum
Et Magna Aryan genus surgere
Nos nuntiare novum aurum Solis Humana
Sic Luceat Lux!!!
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“We are – Breath of Death!”
…But the gout of ichor derived by starwinds
From Prav, where our souls waiteth for birth
So inculpable, vestal, amrita and blind
Supra-airy realm, where we drinketh the myrrh,
Then envenom our guts on the Earth!
“Gott ist tot! Thou art God!” –
The wisest ones hath said
But God is alive, he is asleep
As falcon on the head
Of Great World Tree, where his mind’s eye
Gaze upon our ills
And greet so joylessly and cry,
Drenched the seventh leal…
CHORUS:
Nighing to the sunset of the times,
Annuntiate the Era of Aquarius
Don’t stroll along in carrion-gyves
Like ever-cursed Ahasuerus
Homo Divinus!!!
Our glorious kin shall reign for millennia
Aeonially reincarnate and improve
Beheld the Gods, (became) omniscient, the forgiving
Sublime the noosphere to the adamantine groove
Live like the virtuous descendants of Atlas
The starlight race of solar gods!
“Gott ist tot! Thou art God!” –
The wisest ones hath said
But God is alive – Eternal Rod,
A tsar of Iriy’s mead
-CHORUS-
To throw off from filth – our destination
To kiss the hands of God – our nemesis
To vindicate our scions – our obligation
To be The Incarnation – our new esses!
“We pray to the Sun
Immortal light
Whose wings like arrows
And we bathe in this might
When the Gods ride the skies,
Thousand, nice
They grant us the lives
We are Children of Gods!”
I’m the Great Spirit blazing like Sun
After battle with Death I shalt be winning one
Will of Man above the real!
Inward Mind shall cleanse the Will!
ध्येय सदा सवितृमण्डलमध्यवर्ती नारायण सरसिजासनसंनिविष्ट
केयूरवान्मकरकुण्डलवान् किरीटी हारी हिरण्मयवपुर्धृतशङ्खचक्र
And now thou shear off the Death’s silver lock
Thou overthrow the Yoke!
To throw off from filth – our destination
To kiss the hands of God – our nemesis
To vindicate our scions – our obligation
To be The Incarnation – our new esses...
The Incarnation of Love!
CHORUS:
Nighing to the sunset of the times,
Annuntiate the Era of Aquarius
Don’t stroll along in carrion-gyves
Like ever-cursed Ahasuerus,
But be like our Father Svyatogor
The mightiest and greatest of all bogatyrs
We’ll win the saint ecclesiastic war
And drink an Arcane Grail from the Pierian source!
Homo Divinus!!!
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Drums of war
Grieving roars
Ancient warriors sing their premortalic song
And lifeblood overflowed the shattered jerichorns
Thirsty crows fly…
(I’m not a corpse!)
Hundreds feet beat the ground
Thousands ear-splitting howls
Rip the air
Earth moans and prays the gods
Heavens wawl and bleed from swords
Those bear the nightmares:
Alala, Enyo, Eris
CHORUS:
Bloody vows scream in the glorious hymn
Of victory
Of pride
Of fate-wheeled might
Ride the horses, fight and we will win
For history
For light
For love-sealed height
In heiro-bright!
There is fear of death in all eyes…
Crimson rivers of blood
Groans and tears’ flood
Real natures of mankind
Sliced heads and hands
Chopped guts and glands
Murky horrible sight…
Of bellipotent Ares alight!
"Magnanimous, unconquered, boistrous Mars, in darts rejoicing, and in bloody wars
Fierce and untamed, whose mighty pow’r can make
The strongest walls from their foundations shake
O Mortal king, defiled with gore, pleased with war's dreadful and tumultuous roar
Thee, human blood, and swords, and spears delight, embitter human paltry life,
Encourage peace, to gentle works inclined, and give abundance, with benignant mind!"
-CHORUS-
Fight!
This is the fate of humankind –
Picture o’ war
Sight!
Grandeval deific Aryan wight
Deaths are no more
Grief of wives and mothers
Saddened orphans, ruined fathers
Immature valleys without caress
Enemy malice devastates rest
-CHORUS-
Of fate-wheeled might
Fate-wheeled…
Might!
Wars to the end of light
We live yet, humane blight
Sorrow fills my mind
But I want to be dead
WITH ALL MANKIND!
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4. |
The Witching Panegyris
05:35
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“Fire burn, fire bright, peace and joy this Beltane night!”
Three witches standing on the magic field
On the eve of mighty Vernal Equinox…
When the ravens caw and the clouds shield,
And the growth of nature in climax
Searing bright of Moons is wilted
Hypnos of the Wicca lilted
With crescendo raise the power
The witches kiss the magic flower…
The wave of the nocuous energy rends
The ground of a sacrosanct earth,
Chapping the aural doline, which mends
And inhausts the witches kept mirth
CHORUS:
“Eko, eko, Azarak
Eko, eko, Zomelak
Lamac lamac Bachalyas
Lagoz atha cabyolas
Eko, eko, Azarak
Eko, eko, Zomelak
Lamac lamac Bachalyas
Lagoz atha cabyolas
CABYOLAS!”
First witch-“When shall we three to meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”
Second witch- “When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle’s lost, and won”
Third witch- “That will be ere the set of Sun
May evil leave my poison tongue?!”
The whole coven- “Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air”
Sudden the nighted heaven is whitened
Horrific front is projected betwixt
Obliterate stars, his een were ablaze…
Writhing fronds of vivified trees
Were reaching out for aghast carlines,
The stygian flames jumped out the soil,
The stench brought ‘pon the ponent wind,
The heather is dyed in flamy or
-CHORUS-
Newborn limpid rime has boiled
The petalted flowers were coiled
Grey vapour powdered the eyes
The witches begged to the skies
“Newborn limpid rime has boiled
The petalted flowers were coiled
Grey vapour powdered the eyes
The witches begged to the skies"
The haze entwined their reason
They didn’t realize some High
Ones altered hunting season
Whose throats shall tear of cries?
The heavens belched the locust’s throng,
They swarmed around, “and older witch on bended knees”
Began to ask: “Horned Father! What have we made it wrong?”
The levin cleft the sky and pierced her by its prong
I SUMMON THEE!
Newborn limpid rime has boiled
The petalted flowers were coiled
Grey vapour powdered the eyes
The witches begged to the skies
Lorn witches’ entangled in two fire’s gyres
Their wails torn asunder ireful air
Their souls were ready go onto the pyres
And dwell in Cimmerian lair
CHORUS:
“Eko, eko, Azarak
Eko, eko, Zomelak
Lamac lamac Bachalyas
Lagoz atha cabyolas
Eko, eko, Azarak
Eko, eko, Zomelak
Eko, eko, Gernunnos!
Eko, eko, Arada!
Lamac lamac Bachalyas
Cabahagy sabalyos
Samahac atha famolas
Hurrahya!
Karrellyos!!!”
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My Faerie Undine
04:15
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(...Thou swayest the sceptre in this soggy place
O mesmerize my sobbing heart)
So mystically Gorgon lapidified my face
It’s meed for me, and I will be
Thy slumbers’ guard
Ye endeared me and I am blind
Lascivious nixie of my dreams
Oh thine spells swelter through the wind
The sheenest of fair-haired nymphs
The stirring song of Philomel
Is gruffly than Her divine throat
It splintereth my soul’s mail
And tweedleth to the turbid swamp
CHORUS:
“Swamp of my dreams
Where graven light is dim
Forget the pleasures of your life
I’ll be your beloved wife
Wife for your dreams
My graven light is dim
Forget the pleasures of your life
I’ll be your beloved wife!”
"O goddess, nymph, perfect, divine,
To what my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
A gem is grime, O how ripe in show,
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure firm white, high Elborus’ snow,
Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou holdest up thy hand, O let me kiss
This Princess of pure white, this seal of bliss"
Oh, I inarm your olive body
And sink into your virid eyes,
I am re-chanting thy ripe breast,
And argent-squamous lusty thighs
Thou wanton ‘midst the lilies, wrest
Of underneath I’d sigh
Of bosks and meads and live as (water)-sprite
CHORUS:
“Come, come my prince
I’ll gift you world of bliss
As I has seen you, since
Then I have fervid wish
Come, come my prince
I’ll gift you world of bliss
As I has seen you, since
You’d be my safe from trist!”
Certes and lo! I can afford –
Indulge into a reverie
And grant myself for ev’ry aught
The grace from air canopy…
(But into clay my mind will rot)
Oh nae, She wizards, thralling me!
The dizzy sense as if I smell stramony’s scent!
My therianthropic delight
Thy fulgent sight unsighteth me
In spells of love o thou dight
Thy sweet sithe blesseth me
CHORUS:
“Swamp of my dreams…”
"Awake! Shrug off the veil of delusion!"
But no! I hold my own freedom
I love my natal dear home
I don’t forsake my kith and kin
To fall in holy battlestorm
And buried in the fordless earth
Where I’ll be gorged by unseen worm
Farewell my faerie undine
I killed our naissant love
Entice another gecks agen
I leave – “You leave…”
Because I find my path!
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Zorya-Zoryanitsa
06:29
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The nature-deities pray in celestial oratory
For us – sinful creatures
Because we’re indign the Day-Star’s gramarye
And smile of moon’s features…
Of Moon's features!
Svyatobor turns the leaves of his realm
To warmth of Surya’s heavenly gift
All earth and animals gladden abask
And naught change star’s increate drift
The deathless goddess rose
And flowers smiled
I see the bliss in eyes
Of my beloved bride
CHORUS:
Slumber of Dawn is our blessedness forever
We’ll see the realm of darkness never… never… never!
Slumber of Dawn is our happiness forever
We’ll see the end of daylight never… never… never!
"Зорюшка-Зоря, пробуди мир ото сна!"
“Thou art our Salvation!
Thy helio-wreath is warming, blesseth us, raiseth Ros
For a minute the wicked thoughts are evanishing thus”
My nation lived in faerie clime
Our souls conflow’d with divine light
Veles insoul’d the sacred love
Into filiopietistic minds
Rivers and mounts, forests and winds
Brooklets and meadows, vills, oakeries
Naiades and silvans are spirits of earth
For that I’ll withhold a laic worth
The people’s cursed force
Is feeble than (the powers of universe)
And Slavic clans keep rites of (pristine) time
When vice burgs were woods of Thine
“Oh Mother-Earth the child of God”
-CHORUS-
Every day we see and breathe
The sign of love and light
The wretched animals of earth
Always wake without fright
“But then they live in our world
Which men destroyed into the fold
For their sins…”
(The nature wins)
Storms and flood, earthquake and wars
That’s Her tortured body’s throbs
These are gifts for humaneurs
When our Mother ever sobs
‘Till we die or kill each other
No one wanteth to be kind
Obey to behests of father
And revere the native land –
"Our Mother!"
Our ancestry loved the spirits of earth
The vilest descendants feel the earned wrath
Sun, moon and stars wait for our death
The children of men take final breath!
CHORUS:
Slumber of Dawn is our blessedness forever
We’ll see the realm of darkness never… never… never!
Slumber of Dawn is our happiness forever
We’ll see the end of daylight never… never… never!
…Because the mankind die before the dark and light shall sever.
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Venera Stella
04:08
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In silvern gloriole of stars,
In unbeholden spheres
Our souls treasured by the Gods
On Lingum Vitae’s (seventh) tier
To born in this world
Of soleness, ordure, pain and no hope
For ever and day I shall search for my half
Who hid in the sulphurous halls of Tartar
O'er the quiescent stygian path
Where I shall find my star...
Where I shall find my star!
"OH SACRED GIFT OF RA!"
CHORUS:
Inter nos there's a viewless thread
I fall in waterfall of dreams
I feel thy grief in far off lands
I shall arrive to thee through gale of tears
Gale of Tears!
My fate's to ensue for my half
Forevermore to reach the far
Iridescent Samsara's path
Where I shall kiss my star!
...and Gods grant me the idola
I see your silhouette anight
I feel your coming, odour, la!
Flame-bound, queenly, (devi-)white
Thou art more beauteous than I weened
I scent thine airy hair
Thy touch so mellowy like wind
And gorgeous like a vair
Primevil serpent's hottest kiss'
From ruby lips of Mare is "soft"!
Your laughter so beloved
I see a fulgour in your eyes
Oh, like the colour of my life
In golden-polished paradise
You're virgin whore in jannah tawa'if!
"VENERA STELLA"
CHORUS:
Inter nos there's a viewless thread
I fall in waterfall of dreams
I feel thy grief in far off lands
I shall arrive to thee through gale of tears
Gale of Tears!
Inter nos there is viewless thread
I fall in waterfall of dreams
I feel thy grief in far off lands
I shall arrive to thee through gale of tears
We’ll inteflow into One!
“Ты знай, любимая -
Обняв, хочу тебя до звёзд поднять
-Я знаю, милый...
...Целовать
И клятву негасимую даю
Ты - Альфа и Омега,
-Кровь и Свет?...
Тобой я Грааль в своём сердце наполнил
И даже чрез тысячу горестных лет
Ты будешь моею святыней, запомни!”
-Я буду помнить...
For the good of true love
I am became a God
And I ensued thee – my purpur goat
My Sun – OV SUNS!
My Star – OV STARS!
My Queen of Heart – OUR KING OF HEARTS!
-CHORUS-
"ALL OUR LIFE TO FIND THE STAR
THE GRIEVING PART OF OUR HEART
THY WILL BE DONE ABOVE
BE GOD IN LOVE!!!"
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Unbridled Hate
03:33
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Re-
Socratize the bastards’ arses
Rip apart the guts of lasses
And their vulvae bleed with milk
Spit on faces of forswarners
Suck the blood of man-transformers
And my soul weeds the silk
Feelings out, cut so deep!
I like the death of million armies
When the light falls into silence
And I rage again…
CHORUS:
Benefit of human tyrants
Their fucking voices like a cover-let
My singing thunder loud
And of whores I’m souteneur-sower
My sacred vow!
We art aspirants
To bless this world with sancti-mower!
"Hail Glory! Hail Victory!
Hail Glory! Hail Victory!"
Sins, winds, fiends, relive the mind
Walls, galls, rolls of jewish books
Fury, anger, shit I find
On the fields where flock of rooks
Robs the souls of mankind
I like the death of billion armies
When the light falls into silence
And I rage again…
CHORUS:
Glisters of gus-stuffy pyrents
Stoves with corpses are the earth-songs of
Burning human troph-ies-tern
Swords slay the western wrath…
My sacred wrath!
We art aspirants
To bless this world with sancti-mouth!
"Hail Glory! Hail Victory!
Hail Glory! Hail Victory!"
Western shameful-hated wrath
Pacified by noble poem
Writ by noble pagan wroth
Poet when he sees a mote
In his brother’s eye, I spot
HAIL!
"Hail Glory! Hail Victory!
Hail Glory! Hail Victory!"
The note for offsprings I rewrote –
Let they confound Zion-Eye,
That has hung ‘bove our perfect world,
Where grandsons of
Ariy should live and die
…As greatest tsars!
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9. |
Selena's Sunless Grief
08:11
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"The midnight gan and our hearts
Hid under rune that angels fleeced
Two stars have stiffened in the skies,
That merge in sweetest kiss"
Resplendent sun’s replaced with me again
My golden-hoofed bulls convey me in the air
Overflying the Earth, to shine Her and sain,
Gifteth the muses to poets, and mares
I fly to thee upon the nightsky…
My look is sad for many aeons
And silv'ry beams fall as if tears
Oh I’m in hurry to lovely in grotto of Caria
O my raven-haired prince!
Endymion!
I fly to thee upon the nightclouds!
CHORUS:
- Listen me, beloved soul,
And banish melancholy grief
Answer with a smile my call
My eternal sunless grief…
"Listen us, beloved souls,
Banish melancholy grief
Answer with a smile our calls
Our eternal sunless grief…"
- …My eternal sunless grief
Under my face there are the murders
For the ships lethal gales by the sea
My crown’s confined by the heavenly warders
But in my heart the love glimmers thee!
I fly to thee upon the nightsky…
-CHORUS-
-Don’t prey thyself, beloved
“O hark me, Sleeping God, in Hypnos-bound wreath”
- I plead, leave me – I deeply sleep
“Please, fly away with sylphs”
- To your silvern fairyland?
“No! Towards the Solar brand!”
-Thine cherished words of love and hope…
“Don’t rape my heart, I please you stop!”
-Put chrysanthemum on my breast
“Let wane aspire to the West”
-I love…
“I know… and”
-CHORUS-
Listen us, beloved souls…
Awake!!! I love you, apathetic!
I hate the thing, that
Absence makes the heart grow fonder!
At last, my “sun”
Saponify my tongue…
I love you, dear
Your light laves my seared soul!”
-CHORUS-
"Listen us, beloved souls
Banish melancholy grief
Answer with a smile our calls
Listen us, beloved souls
Banish melancholy grief
And our love shall soothe your doles
Our eternal sunlit grief!"
Sleep, my dear, sleep, sleep...
I hate the downhearted grief!
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Lo, Solemn Coronach!
07:10
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So cruelly my brethren cry
Let the frolic dovelet flies
Towards the ciel sky...
Marble sky
Make our warden Vyshen sad
That Tsar of Ants is really dead
And by our eye-drops brine has wept
Whose hyaline like blood besprent
Send the fire for our death-piles
Upon iridal vans of Sva
From our hearts we shout heils
And our gests will leave memoir
Forevermore!!!
And said the valiant waywode:
“Oh Radogost, We’ll shrine thy image innermost
And thy emprise toward the walls of Tsaregrad”
But, what is it? Before the sentinel’s last post
Byzantines’ barks bestowed by the Danube’s flood”
CHORUS:
Remember fathers of our source
Their light in flight of lark
We hear the voices in our souls
We sing a Coronach!
Remember fathers of our source
Their light through modern dark
And we shall move on Right Hand Course
With March and Coronach!
They resumed the obit’s feast
Committing libation by Slav warrior’s blood
Prisk murthered our sage by his maledict dart
Yee-ha!
Our fathers and grandsires remember as the Romans
Attacked us and brought the pestilent bale:
Ganch us and rape and beslave but our omen –
We shall avenge tenfold and win the glore for many tales!
Send the fire for our death-piles
Upon iridal vans of Sva
From our hearts we shout heils
And our gests will leave memoir
"SEND THE FIRE FOR OUR DEATH-PILES
UPON IRIDAL VANS OF SVA
HER PROWESS AND EUPATHY WILL COME!"
We shall guerdon our foes
By caress of perceant swords
And by the prickings of plumy-accurate arrows!
DO MAKE HAVOC!
Enraged we’re lanced into the battle
Everywhere with the rattle
The trenchant swords are hotly kissing
And helmed warriors aglisten
With brigandine like spurts of fire…
We’re shearing them by our glaives
Our arms forspoken by the ire
…Every foeman will not save
We’ll blend their guts with bloody mire
And bowel skulls for vinal vials
But their caitiff relics not render to the grave
We overpower now under
Such greatest malevolent thunder –
The Roman winged chariotry
Whose brittle puissance (like the mount-crystal)
We shall sunder
And strength of Slavic bravery
Has brought by divine flock of ravens
Will soar above the battlefields
Our gavelocks gan to gild the heavens
Those grant us th’ jus to win and wield!
-CHORUS-
"Hurrah! The victory has come!"
Armoured spoils of our foes
Ensilvered by moonlight
Lies upon the wetted sod
As frightless Rusland hight
From here to eternity…
Aloft the skies my epic song
Caroling our Gods
The Bright-Eyed Gods with windy sons
Who scattered hostile hordes
The golden-haired Perun and our father Rod
Who had emblazed the river by flamy thunderwords
-CHORUS-
"AND LET THE FAME OF SUN AND MOON AND ROD
AND OUR WISDOM, VALIANCE AND SWORDS
WILL SHINE ABOVE THE WHOLE WORLD!”
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11. |
Ambrosian Iriyan Meadows
09:21
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I have seen it among these poppy fields
In my hair the beams of Great Sun gone astray
A tacit Moon’s sunk in my shield
Which was like the mountainous lake
I slept and saw in dream
The angel ‘bout silver wings
Who’ve sang to me the words of Love
With heavenly spherical voice of a dove
CHORUS:
"We saw the Gates and Crimson Goddess
We went together on snowdrops
We spit on punishment of follies
When we are pods in souls’ crops
Toward the Rainbow of Our Dreams
We saw the Gilded-crowned Fan
Above our heads the martins sang
And sorrow wasn’t in our hearts
Upon the Rainbow of Our Dreams…
It is the Iriy’s Meadows!"
Imperceptibly having crept to the beauty
I have felt the aroma of all earthen colours
And I’ve fallen in cuddles of a dream (suited)
In a garden of asphodel’s flowers
-CHORUS-
We have fallen asleep on that field for eternity
Ever soothed in sapphire paradise halls
Recollecting unearthly Love of the Gods
-CHORUS-
We are on Iriy’s Meadows!
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No sleep, no rest for my afflicted soul
Night brings no boon of sweet forgetfulness…
God’s warning – the Eclipse – comes back to me
And all the sounds of sweat revelry
When in my halls my soldiers feasted high
And gloried in the victories of mine
Ah, what an end to all my hopes is this!
Defeated, wounded, ‘prisoned in the fort
I stand disgraced before my native land
A captive, aye a slave – O wretched lot!
And let me wipe my shame out on’ the field
Or may my arm shall slay myself and covered by a shield
But all my forces I shall rightful wield
Direct it ‘gainst all enemies of Rus, Old Gods revealed!
And all the fetters fall – of crucified
And all descendants of Black Serpent die!
Oh Love, thou waitest night and morning
And weeping for thy truant lord
“Ah, still I grieve, and my tears’ flowing
I wait and pray for your home-felt word”
O grant me, grant me my own freedom,
I will contrive to expiate my shame!
CHORUS:
"Улетай на крыльях ветра
Ты в край родной, родная песня наша,
Туда, где мы тебя свободно пели,
Где было так привольно нам с тобою"
O, hearted mine, weep not and dry thine eyes
Thy tears and prayers are vain
How oft have we been parted in the past?
And thou hast never known thy bane…
But hist! I see Konchak’s ferocious front
PRINCE KONCHAK:
“Һаумы кенәз!
Һаман үҙеңде әсир тип һин һа-найһыңмы?
Єммє... ћин єсир кеўек йєшєйћењме ни,
Минењ, кунак тўгелме?
Һин Каяле янындағы яуҙа яраланып,
Минең дружинамдан әсир ителгәнһең;
Һин... минең яуаплылыҡҡа тапшырылғанһың,
Минең ҡунағым һин!”
Oh no! My helpless state doth weigh
Upon my aching conscience night and day
My peregrines are swift and sure
It’s the enfettered falcon frets and hues
"How ruinous and sad the land appears! The hamlets burned, the fields are bare and black, the crops are downtrodden, by the foes’ rack… ‘tis long since songs of gladness echoed o’er the earth!"
O grant me...
-CHORUS-
Улетай…
“My love, my husband, thou art come
Back to thy people and thy home
With thy return my sorrows cease
Thou bringest happiness and peace!”
Beloved wife, friend of my choice
In the heart and soul rejoice!
-CHORUS-
"Там так ярко солнце светит,
Родные горы светом заливая,
В долинах пышно розы расцветают, (Там так ярко солнце.
И соловьи поют в лесах зелёных… (Там роза цветёт,
Там тебе привольней, песня. (И сладкий виноград растёт.)
Ты туда и улетай!"
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Ты скажешь не город – языческий храм
Цветами, парчой всё украшено там
Раскинулся город как рай перед ним,
Пленяя невиданным блеском своим…
Сокровища всюду: там – клад золотой,
Здесь лалы и жемчуг слепят красотой…
В алмазных уборах, нарядны, стройны,
Красуются девы свежее весны:
То Ирий на небе с богами вселенной,
Чьи очи сияют красою столь лепной
Мир “Горний” людей Навью назвали
И битвы и моры нам Боги послали,
Но мы благодарны…
CHORUS:
За то, что в сердцах наших правда живёт,
Мы воспарим в сады наслаждений
За нашими душами Мара идёт,
Но мы ожидаем сего Возрожденья!
Молочные реки текут в той земле
Там райские песни Финист поёт:
«Так славься же, славься Роде Веле!»
Который нам жизнь после смерти даёт
А разве достойны мы?
CHORUS:
Того, что в сердцах наших правда живёт,
Мы воспарим в сады наслаждений
За нашими душами Мара идёт,
Но мы ожидаем сего Возрожденья!
В Садах Небесных Наслаждений!
CHORUS:
За то, что в сердцах наших правда живёт,
Мы воспарим в сады наслаждений
"Вожделений... Наваждений..."
-CHORUS-
Чудесный нектар сердца наполняет
Уносит он боль, горечь и страх
Там правит любовь и вечное счастье
В тех дивных небесных садах…
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