Текст песни Дмитрий Васильев - Медина - Мекка

All of us, citizens, firmly know
That at the beginning of the seventh century
Under a merry green banner
She was a prophet from Medina in Mecca.

Lions levers, donkeys shouting,
And mowed dust shuffled
Bedouins straight swords
City armor chicken.

And rushed above the crash of the medina,
Sparks of panic:
No god, except for one,
And Muhammad is his messenger.

Six envoys in the world of Seem
And the seventh - the land is not worth it.
There was Adam and Nuch with Ibrahim
And Musa, and Daud with ISO, -

The world did not see another
What gives birth to the land of Arabia.
Horse beats, turning his head,
Knocking a flame from gravel.

So scared these nomads
On trots, dear short
For the messenger Mohammad,
Young, with a fitted beard.

And the road under him buzzed:
It was a sacred business
It was a loyal matter
For which it costs to fight.

So let's do bowls,
For seventh century fanfares
For happy time, our
For Medina - Mecca,

For green fire islam
From Khiva to Generalif,
For twelve holy imams
And the holy four caliphs

For the first fading of the road,
Over the lactions, the initial atom,
What will dismantle under your feet
Caught caliphate.