Александр Мирзаян - Песня Исхода
текст песни

Farewell, gray fields,
And you, exhausted rivers.
Goodbye, unhappy land
And the muse of woeful elegy.
The eternal battle burned our souls.
And our sail does not seek a sail.
Goodbye. We are going to look for peace
Rising smoke from the ashes.

By. Already not arguing with anyone.
Pasted, past grief
Past the guilty, past the judges,
Past everything that is and will be

Past the star of blind prophets,
Past God who crucified in themselves,
Past the singers who bowed the seizure,
Past large portraits of Viya,

Past his great power,
Past the meat full of meat,
Past brick walls of progress,
Pasting below lying demons,

Pasting the eternal city.
Past the jerking sickle and hammer,
Past -for all our olds -
Past - on all bottomless bowl,

Past the already closed trees,
Past gray, like a lun, hopes,
Past - the road goes up
Past our open windows,

By! - Where, everyone saved the strings. -
By! - your young voice sounded. -
By! - Now it rings from Kayala,
Like a farewell call of the piano.

By! - Candles go out in the darkness,
Exactly the language of the native speech.
Past the remainder of the words in a glass.
You save them now, Boyan.

By! “Not seeing your path.” -
By! “Forgive everything, Savior.”
Past your cooled temples.
Past my tired mother.

Mom, say for everyone: - Enough!
Mom, it almost never hurts,
Mom, where does time drive us?
Past your empty palms

Past raw land in chimes,
Past the Cassandra's mouth opened.
By! - The roofs remained below.
By! - Already higher, higher, higher ...

Above! - How cold freedom is! -
Above! -And only the song of the outcome,-
Above! - And again echoes an echo
We cry on the Babylonian rivers.

By! - Gori, verb, fire.
Fill the torn sail with smoke. -
By! -Children are not looking at-
By! - How the wind carries us.

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