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Музыка - М.Лихачев
Слова - С.Красных
Наклонись к воде ближе,
В глубину хрустальную загляни.
Может, сердце и услышит
Колокольный звон и забвенья дни.
Уж ни зим, ни лет не считая,
Так давным-давно это было,
Как молитвы Китеж-града
Светлояр сберегло, скрыло.
Не смогла орда саранчою
На леса и град опуститься.
Прогорели жизни свечою,
Лишь молитвой Град защитился.
Тихий, тихий колокольный звон
Из глубин времен, из-под толщи вод
Снова разбудил сердца камертон,
Боль свою разбил о небесный свод.
Разорвал звуком скорбный плен,
Память разбудил, бьет и бьет в набат…
Это стон Руси, это – Китеж-град!
К небу не поднять руки:
Толщи вод поглотили город.
Унесли с собой жизни звуки,
И ни с чем ушел поражен ворог.
Не разграблен град, не растоптан.
Не распят, не сожжен он ордой.
Был сокрыт, в веках погребенный;
Его тень лежит под водою .
Не смогла беда пеленою
И туманной мглой расстелиться;
Вновь восстанет град над водою,
С новой мощью Русь возродится!
Тихий, тихий колокольный звон
Из глубин времен, из-под толщи вод
Снова разбудил сердца камертон,
Боль свою разбил о небесный свод.
Разорвал звуком скорбный плен,
Память разбудил, бьет и бьет в набат…
Это стон Руси, это – Китеж-град!
Music - M. Likhachev
The words are S. Krasnny
Lean closer to the water,
Look into the depths of the crystal.
Maybe the heart will hear
Bell ringing and oblivion days.
Not a winter nor years counting,
So it was a long time ago
Like the prayers of Kitezh-Grad
Svetloyar saved, hidden.
I could not be Saranchoy's horde
To the forests and hail sink.
They burned out the life of a candle
Only a prayer of hail defended himself.
Quiet, quiet bell ringing
From the depths of the times, from under the thickness of the waters
Cameton woke the hearts again,
His pain broke on the heavenly arch.
Torn the sound of mournful captivity,
The memory woke up, hits and hits the alarm ...
This is the moan of Rus', this is Kitezh-Grad!
Do not raise your hands to the sky:
The thicknesses of the waters absorbed the city.
Tedicated sounds with them,
And the Vorog left for nothing.
Grad is not plundered, not trampled.
They will not be crucified, he is not burned by the Horde.
He was hidden, buried for centuries;
His shadow lies under water.
I could not be a jam
And a foggy haze stand up;
The hail over the water will rise again,
Rus will revive with new power!
Quiet, quiet bell ringing
From the depths of the times, from under the thickness of the waters
Cameton woke the hearts again,
His pain broke on the heavenly arch.
Torn the sound of mournful captivity,
The memory woke up, hits and hits the alarm ...
This is the moan of Rus', this is Kitezh-Grad!
The words are S. Krasnny
Lean closer to the water,
Look into the depths of the crystal.
Maybe the heart will hear
Bell ringing and oblivion days.
Not a winter nor years counting,
So it was a long time ago
Like the prayers of Kitezh-Grad
Svetloyar saved, hidden.
I could not be Saranchoy's horde
To the forests and hail sink.
They burned out the life of a candle
Only a prayer of hail defended himself.
Quiet, quiet bell ringing
From the depths of the times, from under the thickness of the waters
Cameton woke the hearts again,
His pain broke on the heavenly arch.
Torn the sound of mournful captivity,
The memory woke up, hits and hits the alarm ...
This is the moan of Rus', this is Kitezh-Grad!
Do not raise your hands to the sky:
The thicknesses of the waters absorbed the city.
Tedicated sounds with them,
And the Vorog left for nothing.
Grad is not plundered, not trampled.
They will not be crucified, he is not burned by the Horde.
He was hidden, buried for centuries;
His shadow lies under water.
I could not be a jam
And a foggy haze stand up;
The hail over the water will rise again,
Rus will revive with new power!
Quiet, quiet bell ringing
From the depths of the times, from under the thickness of the waters
Cameton woke the hearts again,
His pain broke on the heavenly arch.
Torn the sound of mournful captivity,
The memory woke up, hits and hits the alarm ...
This is the moan of Rus', this is Kitezh-Grad!
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