Дмитрий Бикчентаев - От Рождества Христова
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From the Nativity of Christ
From Pontius Pilate
Up to a century of gold
Volodya and Bulat
To the good from the evil
From the source to the limit
In the beginning there was a word
But before it was the case

The prophets walked through the time
Transparent from thirst
To get lines
Circled once
And if we are at home
At least something was scorched
Then only because
On their shoulders stood

From sunset until dawn
How the plowmen plowed
And they moved somewhere
So you are without sin
But having ascended the stage
Where the path is not started by us
We knew ourselves the price
Not the one that we will be appointed

No, he is not a piece of paper
And the path is cool and bright
It is a nimble sashka for us
Gusin's pen
From the Nativity of Christ
From Pontius Pilate
Up to a century of gold
Volodya and Bulat