Текст песни Николай Боголюбов - Стихотворение

We bear our fruit in patience,
In the eyes as in the mirror of the soul
The sun plays on the mow,
The defeated enemy flees home.

Year after year, Eternity is getting closer.
The rains will pass, the snows will melt ...
Keeping high safety
Clouds float across the sky.

High life reflection
In the carpets of the fields, in the verbs of thunderstorms
To draw inspiration to poets
With the tirelessness of dragonflies.

Buckets of harsh antiquity
Living water of the Higher Forces
Drink from the Divine Word
Get up from stone graves.

Where the black raven leafs
Talmud deadness of nights
By the dawn, praised and disenchanted
The epic land of heroes.

You can't go back to the old years
But you are still the same, my pain.
Freedom pulsates with fire
On the sharp edges of being.

In the ill-fated sect of dull everyday life,
One dream is to fight trouble
Sing the revolution in Russian
In another seventeenth year.

Winter 2010-2011