Neutral - Russian Saga
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Where there are no speeches of loud
Where it is deadly dangerous
Where no one is asking for
Where autumn reigns dejectedly
Where in the dungeons frozen
Philosophers in stone cells are crazy
The wind splashes in dead villages
Children are baptized on the epidemic
Air poisoned cloudly sweet
Hunger, plague, emptiness and decline
Howl of humanity, chains and lashes
At the junction of the last millennia
In the darkness of illusions, longing and doubts
Lust of centuries and printing generations
Slave and servant, know your place
Roman profiles, power gestures
Strict shadows of former tyrants
Geniuses of death, love and deception
That the world at the behest of the flesh was frozen
Where are you now? You have been forgotten for a long time
What did you do, what did you want?
Years fled, days and weeks ...
Your armor rust in museums
Your palaces have long been empty
Only bas -reliefs on ancient tombs
Iron souls, harsh faces
Faded image on old icons
Crossing the whole world in a different way
Where are your children? Who turned into?
Souls sold and reborn
Where are you, slaves of last year's crops?
Gods - to the right, corpses - to the left
You, diviners and pilgrims,
Beggars, blind and forever persecuted
They built temples, prayed and sang
Years fled, days and weeks ...
Groans crush in the rings of history
Executed, strangled, simply burned
And ruled your blessed for a long time
And praised your dead god
And his son silently smiled from the cross
And the blood of slaves slowly reveled
Idols, temples, iconostases
The last spit of an endangered race
Granite slabs flooded with blood
Souls are crushed, faces are broken
The remains of the magical summer are smoldering
Dead prophets, crazy poets
Rusty butcher knives string
Dead souls, broken faces
Crowds of animals in camouflage chain mail
Thin fingers, cold hands
The gallows are hunched outlines
Last song in the last breath
Death, genocide, false prophets, intrigues
Under the sign of new religions
Blind descendants drive their hands
On dilapidated pages woven for centuries
And go crazy from ideas and laws
Hitler, Caesars, Napoleons
Under the burden of old, under the banner of new
Gray -haired magi in the iron shackles
Leaders and priests, armies, empires
Religions, traditions, rites, beliefs
In the agony of war and in peaceful sadness
Civilizations were silently burned
And the pole of the stoves is so shy
Who will feed them? No one will feed ...
Those who tried themselves burned
Years fled, days and weeks ...
You are looking for signs in the words of incomprehensible
The power that the world will cross back
But there is no supernatural power
Just graves ... blind graves
Forgotten by all, smelled of rot
Overgrown with moss and bitter wormwood
Only sometimes in places of hidden
In the thickets of forests, in the monastery of secluded
In cloudy rivers and dark lakes,
In summer heat and frosty patterns
In memory, in the heart, in the fog by whitish
Wreaths from daisies and long braids
And let the dome be buried in the gold
Let the brilliant blood spark
Time rushes its chariots
And we are only a tear in his dead eye sockets ...