Текст песни Падение Перуна - 1. Вещий Боян

Prophetic Bojan

I would be in the hands of a harp resounding take
Yes amuse you an old tale.
Not for nothing now began to remember
Prizabytuyu profit Slavic.
Kohli firmly remember about the past,
It is easier to know what would happen 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 ancient Slavic wisdom?
Bitter eyes stared at the stranger Parnassus,
Entertain a hearing strange myths;
Really in singsong end we
His homer did not hear?
I do not want to listen to just a strange string
Remembering a courageous Fingal;
Really in my country polychord
His Ossian was not?

We rob ourselves not to face!
In every Russian old tale
One non-forgotten singer
Ascribe great honor ...

... He was not ten falcons released
On winches, swimming jets,
He fingers on guselki voskladal,
They rumbled strings.
He is seeking courage vzyarit in shelves,
Glory of strength and valor grandfathers,
Bluish hawk hovered in the clouds,
I spread the idea of ​​the tree.
His singing voice as the sound of the flute,
He shone like gold ...

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

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

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

Goal from distance, mighty singer,
Whom all divilisya in Russia.

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