Текст песни Metacarmex - Лермонтов - Предсказание

There will come a year, Russia black year
When the kings of the crown will fall;
Forget black to them the old love,
And the food will be many deaths and blood;
When the children when innocent women
Overthrown not protect the law;
When the plague of stinking, dead bodies
It will start to wander among the sad villages
To cause a handkerchief from the huts,
And this will be a smooth edge to torment the poor;
And the glow of color the waves of rivers:
That day will be a powerful man,
And you will know it - and you will understand,
Why in his hand damask knife;
And woe to you - your crying, your moan
He then will seem ridiculous;
And it will be all the terrible gloomy in it,
How cloak it with sublime brow.
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