Текст песни Падение Перуна - 1. Вещий Боян

Prophetic Boyan

I would take a hand ringing harp
Yes amuse you old tales.
Not for nothing now began to remember
Prizabytuyu profit Slavic.
Koli firmly remember about the past,
It is easier to know what will become in the future -
So let the profit is not reputed "bylem"
Let the old man did not ever grow old!

Gnaws at my soul for many years
One thought has considerable difficulties:
Where, in a given footprint Lost
The book is the ancient Slavic wisdom?
Bitter opponent's eyes stared Parnassus,
Entertain a hearing strange myths;
Really in the end we singsong
His homer did not hear?
I do not want to listen to just a strange string
Remembering a brave Fingal;
Really in my country polychord
His Ossian was not?

We do not steal from yourself to face!
In every Russian old tale
One non-forgotten singer
Great honor to pay tribute ...

... It is not ten falcons released
On hoists, floating streams,
He fingers on guselki voskladal,
They rumbled strings.
He is seeking the courage to vzyarit shelves
The glory of power and prowess of their grandfathers,
Glaucous hawk hovered in the clouds,
I spread the idea of ​​the tree.
His singing voice is the sound of the flute,
It shines like gold ...

He was a singer Boyan, grandson of Veles
(Pastushonkom who walked in his youth) ...

What you now priumolk, Bojan,
Nightingale ancient time?
You and had our own Ossian,
Our Homer - from epic crown.

Is that you in the gray head kept
Secrets bright starry sky,
Generic commandments graves
And covenants Perun formidable.

Gates gave out a mighty singer,
Whom everything in Russia divilisya.

You and our songs - a father:
From you all singers rodilisya.