Екклесиаст - 1. Грусть этих дней
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Екклесиаст - 1. Грусть этих дней - оригинальный текст песни, перевод, видео
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...Грусть этих дней, свет этих дней,
Кровь этих слов, яд этих лет...
Радость - лишь свет
Усталого солнца,
Согревшего нас
Прощальным теплом...
... Нас ждёт туман на равнинах вечности, -
Непроглядная пелена на лике грядущего;
И я гляжу в закат этого мира
И чувствую в молчании сумерек
Присутствие ночи.
...Среди скорби и отчаяния
Меня согревает
Лишь тепло моей памяти,
Гибнущий мир - смятение в душах,
Не осознавших начало агонии.
Грусть этих дней, свет этих дней,
Кровь этих слов, яд этих лет...
Радость - лишь свет
Усталого солнца,
Согревшего нас
Прощальным теплом...
... Нас ждёт туман на равнинах вечности, -
Непроглядная пелена на лике грядущего;
И я гляжу в закат этого мира...
Моя кровь - роса вечерней зари.
Translated:
Grief of these days, light of these days,
Blood of these words, poison of these years...
The joy is only a light of the tired sun, that warmed us
with the farewell heat...
...The mist awaits us
on the plains of eternity, -
The opaque Shroud upon the face
of the upcoming.
And I stare into dusk of this world
And in the silence of twilight,
I feel a presence of night.
Among mourning and despair
Only a warmth of my memory is heating me.
Dying world - confusion in souls,
that haven't cognised the beginning of agony.
Grief of these days, light of these days,
Blood of these words, poison of these years...
The joy is only a light of the tired sun, that warmed us
with the farewell heat...
...The mist awaits us
on the plains of eternity, -
The opaque Shroud upon the face
of the upcoming
And I stare into dusk of this world
My blood is the dew of afterglow.
Кровь этих слов, яд этих лет...
Радость - лишь свет
Усталого солнца,
Согревшего нас
Прощальным теплом...
... Нас ждёт туман на равнинах вечности, -
Непроглядная пелена на лике грядущего;
И я гляжу в закат этого мира
И чувствую в молчании сумерек
Присутствие ночи.
...Среди скорби и отчаяния
Меня согревает
Лишь тепло моей памяти,
Гибнущий мир - смятение в душах,
Не осознавших начало агонии.
Грусть этих дней, свет этих дней,
Кровь этих слов, яд этих лет...
Радость - лишь свет
Усталого солнца,
Согревшего нас
Прощальным теплом...
... Нас ждёт туман на равнинах вечности, -
Непроглядная пелена на лике грядущего;
И я гляжу в закат этого мира...
Моя кровь - роса вечерней зари.
Translated:
Grief of these days, light of these days,
Blood of these words, poison of these years...
The joy is only a light of the tired sun, that warmed us
with the farewell heat...
...The mist awaits us
on the plains of eternity, -
The opaque Shroud upon the face
of the upcoming.
And I stare into dusk of this world
And in the silence of twilight,
I feel a presence of night.
Among mourning and despair
Only a warmth of my memory is heating me.
Dying world - confusion in souls,
that haven't cognised the beginning of agony.
Grief of these days, light of these days,
Blood of these words, poison of these years...
The joy is only a light of the tired sun, that warmed us
with the farewell heat...
...The mist awaits us
on the plains of eternity, -
The opaque Shroud upon the face
of the upcoming
And I stare into dusk of this world
My blood is the dew of afterglow.
... the sadness of these days, the light of these days,
The blood of these words, the poison of these years ...
Joy is only light
Tired sun,
Warming us
Farewell warm ...
... we are waiting for fog on the plains of eternity, -
Impenetrable veil on the face of the future;
And I look at the sunset of this world
And I feel in silence of dusk
The presence of the night.
... among sorrows and despair
I warm me
Only the warmth of my memory
The perisive world is confusion in the souls,
Not aware of the beginning of agony.
The sadness of these days, the light of these days,
The blood of these words, the poison of these years ...
Joy is only light
Tired sun,
Warming us
Farewell warm ...
... we are waiting for fog on the plains of eternity, -
Impenetrable veil on the face of the future;
And I look at the sunset of this world ...
My blood is the dew of the evening dawn.
Translated:
Grief of these Days, Light of these Days,
Blood of these Words, Poison of these years ...
The Joy Is Only a Light of the Tird Sun, That Warmed Us
with The Farewell Heat ...
... The Mist AWAITS Us
on the plains of eternity, -
The Opaque Shroud Upon the Face
Of the upcoming.
And I Stare Into Dusk of this World
And in the Silence of Twilight,
I Feel a Pressence of Night.
Among Mourning and Despair
Only A Warmth of My Memory Is Heating Me.
Dying World - Confusion in Souls,
That Havenat Cognized the Begining of Agony.
Grief of these Days, Light of these Days,
Blood of these Words, Poison of these years ...
The Joy Is Only a Light of the Tird Sun, That Warmed Us
with The Farewell Heat ...
... The Mist AWAITS Us
on the plains of eternity, -
The Opaque Shroud Upon the Face
Of the upcoming
And I Stare Into Dusk of this World
My Blood Is the Dew of afterglow.
The blood of these words, the poison of these years ...
Joy is only light
Tired sun,
Warming us
Farewell warm ...
... we are waiting for fog on the plains of eternity, -
Impenetrable veil on the face of the future;
And I look at the sunset of this world
And I feel in silence of dusk
The presence of the night.
... among sorrows and despair
I warm me
Only the warmth of my memory
The perisive world is confusion in the souls,
Not aware of the beginning of agony.
The sadness of these days, the light of these days,
The blood of these words, the poison of these years ...
Joy is only light
Tired sun,
Warming us
Farewell warm ...
... we are waiting for fog on the plains of eternity, -
Impenetrable veil on the face of the future;
And I look at the sunset of this world ...
My blood is the dew of the evening dawn.
Translated:
Grief of these Days, Light of these Days,
Blood of these Words, Poison of these years ...
The Joy Is Only a Light of the Tird Sun, That Warmed Us
with The Farewell Heat ...
... The Mist AWAITS Us
on the plains of eternity, -
The Opaque Shroud Upon the Face
Of the upcoming.
And I Stare Into Dusk of this World
And in the Silence of Twilight,
I Feel a Pressence of Night.
Among Mourning and Despair
Only A Warmth of My Memory Is Heating Me.
Dying World - Confusion in Souls,
That Havenat Cognized the Begining of Agony.
Grief of these Days, Light of these Days,
Blood of these Words, Poison of these years ...
The Joy Is Only a Light of the Tird Sun, That Warmed Us
with The Farewell Heat ...
... The Mist AWAITS Us
on the plains of eternity, -
The Opaque Shroud Upon the Face
Of the upcoming
And I Stare Into Dusk of this World
My Blood Is the Dew of afterglow.
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