Текст песни Калугин и Оргия праведников - Рассказ Короля-Ондатры о рыбной ловле в пятницу

I saw the sky in steel overflows
And the stones on the muddy bottom
And the arrows of the stickers, whose flesh is hurrying,
Sparkled in the coastal wave

And then there was the sea, and the foam manes
On the crests of roaring shafts
And the cross is wet, in the arms of the willow,
Whose roots gave me shelter.

And in countries beyond the sea, where people are winged,
My brother lived, he was king
And watching the frigates whirl in the sky,
I remembered and cried for him.

My brother, with the face of a bird, brother with the fingers of a virgin,
My brother!
Brother, the sea dreams me, black waves of tunes,
My brother

In the morning I learned from the old man
About the Fish, whose fat - witchcraft
And I swore a terrible oath of blood
To reveal her nature.

But the old man, like a century old elm,
Hit in the parchment pages -
"The profit for the fish is created from the eye -
From the Eye of the Lord of the Birds. "

My brother, your cloak is black
My brother, stand your white
My brother, my white cloak
My brother, my son is black
My brother!

My brother, your cross in a circle
Brother, my circle is a cross
My brother, my cross in the circle
Brother, your circle is covered with a cross
My brothers!

I went out onto the rocks, bending my humpback
And my cry shook the heavens -
Then the brother called out for the slaughter of his brother,
To tear off my brother's eyes

And the storm rose from the flapping of the wings -
Then my brother appeared at the call
And with sacrificial blood we sprinkled the rocks,
And disappeared from the sight of the Gods

My brother, your gaze is black
My brother, your cry is white
My brother, my view is white
My brother, my cry is black
My brother!

Brother, where is your knife - that's mine,
Brother, here is my knife, yours where
Brother, where is your knife - this is my
Here is my knife, my brother, my ...
My brother!

And the battle was, and the light shone
Behind a black chain of clouds
I did not know what awakened the Force
By glittering our blades

I did not know what awakened the Force
By glittering our blades
And the battle was boiling, and the battle was boiling
Under the black ridge of clouds!

Whose blurred shadow in the east?
Whose crystal roads opened night and day?
Who touched the sky to the sixth, who penetrated the bottom to the bottom?
Whose sun and moon serve as a breastplate?

Behold, who is coming on the boat to the winds of autumn storms,
Three pupils burn on the eye, inverted inward
She, driven by our battle, rules her way in the sky
And four eyes are burning in the eye, which looks outside ...

And my brother collapsed under my feet,
And the cry of birds that were raving
He threw himself over the stone where the defeated
Drinking with empty eyes.

And I made an eye, and threw it under the lump.
Where the waves circulate in a ring -
I was lucky, I caught Fish
With a strange human face

I tasted fish, and the veils fell,
I saw through the haze of the day,
As the knight moves purple in the sky,
Whose eye seeks me

I lifted my palms - but saw through my hands,
And here I was stabbed in the face
Four pupils on a sparkling circle
In the bloody and terrible ring

And my thoughts burned out, and my memory froze,
And so, I set out on a journey
And I walked to the North, and the bird soared,
And my gaze was like mercury

I slept under the roots of fallen oil,
And I ate cranberries and honey
I wove a tattered scream of a corncrake
Over the swell of the evening swamps

And in the countries of endless ice and sunset.
Where the tear stains under the eyelid,
I sing about my brother slaughtering my brother
For the Fish, whose food is the eyes ...

© S. Kalugin
October 1992