Темнолесье - Гамаюн
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You fly, Gamayun, Bird Prophet,
From behind the mountains of high rocky
Because of the clouds of the Celestial and Militous
Broup the sea that splashes
Encourage songs with sweet downpour
About a wonderful dawn* in a bright tower,
Bloody wounds
Poskuts of the dawn

You are a boot, Gamayun, free bird,
Is it destined for us to fall in the ardor of Sich,
From a spear or tearing buckshot,
Or will life be calm in the house?
You are a boot, Gamayun, a wondrous bird,
Is there a road in the darkness
To the faith of the ancestors, the great family*,
Or a Veda* - just an imaginary thread?

Tell me, Gamayun, about my homeland,
That under the yoke sits in Gentiles,
That he loves his children with all his heart,
And heated on the body of the holy fools.
Tell me about chopped warriors
Under the ruins of mountain mosques,
About hungry and poor under the whip
The state where happiness is arranged.
Tell me about the restaurant speech
The word alien to Russian hearing,
Lenter easier than the June fluff
Distressed, cut by the standards.
Tell me, Gamayun that we wander
On strangers unfamiliar Europe,
Without knowing Russia of beauty,
False? ..
Will we get around?
Swear?
You fly, Gamayun, Bird Prophet ...

You fly, free bird ...

You fly ...