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The last pagans

Not hearing a roar without going out into the field
Without sniffing gunpowder, not believing in the Lord
From the mouth to the mouth to compose dilapidated epics
About the dull whirls and the sun is light

The heel of the beauty is moistened
The ancient rites are not praised by themselves
Yes, with rebellious gods believing
The sorcerers did not know when the trouble comes

The trouble came the sword of the Terrible covenant
Inspired to believe in one gentlemen
They lit up with a cross, drained into the river
And the vicious drag of Perun was rolled from the mountain

And the trace of the idol is like a crack in the heart
Others cried, other
Either the thunder, then the hurricane wind is furious
Either Makoshi cries, then the dancing of the goblin

And the unbaptized
Demolished idols behind the bosom with them
Weaved with braids, knitted corrugations
And wild songs were struck by dew for centuries
Ringing a tambourine
Ringing with a tambourine ...

Drove pagans to the rotten lake
The frosts of autumn were tongue -tied
In some places a new path of non -senior
Under the leather tambourine, those songs are picked up ...
Our songs are folded
/spring 1992/