Текст песни Модест Петрович Мусоргский - Песни и пляски смерти 4. Полководец

Music Modest Mussorgsky
The words of the Arseny of the Golenchev-Kutuzov

The day the whole battle does not silent;
In the smoke eclipsed the sun light,
The neighborhood moaning and glowing,
Hills are root - no victory!
And the night fell on the battlefield;
The squads in the field were separated;
Everything was amended - and in the night fog
Stenana rose to the sky.
Then, illuminated by the Lunion,
On battle horse
Horses sparkling whiteness
Death appeared! And in silence
Attently and prayer,
Satisfaction proud full,
Like a commander, place of battle
She traveled around;
On the hill rising, looked around
Stopped ... smiled ...
And over the plain combat
The voice of the fatal:

"Battle's horse - I won all!
All before me you bowed, fighters,
Life quarreled you - I reconciled.
Together to get up for review, the dead!

March solemn past pass;
I want to count your army.
In the ground, then fold your bones,
Sweet from life in the ground resting.

Years will invisibly pass over the years
The memory of you will disappear in people -
I will not forget and forever
The feast will rule at midnight!

Dance heavily ground raw
I am a trifle to Sen
Bones off the forever could not
So that you never stand out of the ground. "

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