Текст песни MoSHkin - Гонимы вешними лучами ч 1-11 глава 7

Words: Alexander Pushkin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Wronged vernal rays h 1-11 Chapter 7

Moscow, Russia daughter loved,
Where to find an equal to you?
                       Dmitriev.
How not to love the native of Moscow?
                       Baratynsky.
The persecution of the Moscow!
What does it mean to see the light!
Where are the best? - Where we have.
                       Griboyedov.
I
Wronged vernal rays
With the surrounding mountains have snow
Escaped muddy streams
At sunk meadows.
Smile yasnoyu nature
A dream meets the morning of the year;
Blue skies shine.

guitar solo

More transparent timber
Like green fuzz.
Bee Field for tribute
Flies of wax cells.
Valley dry and pestreyut;
Herds are noisy, and the Nightingale
I do sing in the silence of night.

guitar solo
spain guitar solo

II

How sad to me your phenomenon,
Spring, Spring! It's time to love!
What languid excitement
In my heart, in my blood!

What heavy Affection
I enjoy the breath of
In my face veyuschey spring
At the heart of the countryside quiet!

sax solo

Or is alien to me pleasure,
And all that pleases, gives life,
All that rejoices and shines
Bores and vexation
In the long-dead soul
And it seems the dark?
III
Or, return rejoicing
The dead autumn leaves,
We remember the bitter loss,
Listening to the noise of the new forests;
Or with the lively nature
Cozies dumoyu confused
We withering of our years,
Which Renaissance not?
It may be that in mind, we come
Amid the poetic dream
Other old spring
And the thrill of the heart leads us
The dream of the far side,
On the wonderful night on the moon ...
IV
That time good sloths,
Epicureans-wise,
You indifferent lucky,
You Levshina school chicks

keyboard Emerson's solo

You, the village of Priam,
And you sensitive ladies,
Spring in the village is calling you,
Time to heat, flowers, work,
It's time festivals inspired
And seductive nights.
In the field, my friends! hurry, hurry,
The carriages, heavily loaded,
In many il on postage
Reach out Gradskij outposts.
V
And you, the reader is noble,
In her carriage Discharge
Leave hail restless,
Where you have fun in the winter;

keyboard Emerson's solo

With my wayward muse
Come listen to the sound of Asherah
Over the nameless river
The village where my Eugene,
Hermit idle and dull,
Until recently, he lived in the winter
In the vicinity of young Thani,
My sweet dreamer,
But where is it now I do not have ...
Where is sad he left his mark.

guitar solo

VI
Between the mountains, lying in a semicircle,
Come to where the brook,
Viyas, runs a green meadow
By the river through lime grove.
There's a nightingale, spring's lover,
All night singing; blooming rose,
And I hear voices key -
There is visible stone coffin
In the shadow of two pines obsolete.
inscription says the stranger:
"Vladimir Lensky is here,
The victim early death of the brave,
flute
In such a year, such and such years.
Rest, boy-poet! "
VII
On the branches of pine admiration,
Sometimes, early breeze
Over this humble urnoyu
Rocked mysterious wreath.
Sometimes, in the late leisures
These two friends go,
And at the grave in the moonlight,
Embraced, wept ONET.

synthesizer solo

But now ... a sad monument
Forgotten. To him the usual trail
Stalled. Wreath at no branches;
One, under him, the gray-haired and frail
Shepherd still sings
And shoes poor weaves.

VIII. IX. X

"My poor Lena!" sputters,
Not long she cried.
Alas! young bride
His sadness is wrong.

Another drew her attention,
Another had her suffering
Love is flattery lull,
Ulan was able to capture it,
Ulan love her soul ...
And that's really him at the altar
She bashfully under the crown
It should with bowed head,
With fire in the downcast eyes,
With a smile on the lips of light.

XI

My poor Lensky! beyond the grave
Within eternity deaf
Hesitate whether singer dull,
Treason fatal news,

drums

Or over Lethe lulled
Poet, blissful insensitivity,
I do not hesitate to nothing,
And peace be upon him and closed it? ..

So! indifferent oblivion
The coffin was waiting for us.
Enemies, friends, lovers voice
Suddenly molknet. About one estate
Heirs angry chorus
It turns obscene dispute.
About .... e .....

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