Текст песни Константин Косячков - Песня Востока

Heaven is preaching
They will tell the glory of God
Day to day knowledge will open
The night of the night will convey the unknown

No language, no adverb
Wherever your speech is heard
A voice goes round my land
The word comes and people sing

People sing about their misfortune
Wounded fallow deer, sick fate
Well, you're a drunkard, my native land
Play a deplorable song for me

Shake louder, don't be silent
Pass the song of the East to the West
Song of curse, evil song of lies
Put it in front of people's eyes

No wait wait
Wait a moment
Look like a living river
People flock to a dead god

Come bow to the god of wood
Make sacrifices to the dead
All your fathers did like that
From that and crying, the earth cries

He who created mountains and forests
Does he dwell in stone
Who the universe does not contain
Will live in your corrupt temple

The miraculous house was chosen by the Lord Himself
Not your vain gifts
Those who are cleansed by Calvary blood
Have tasted life, life, life from within ...
        life from the inside ...

Steppe yes steppe, yes a long way
Someone freezes trying to sleep
Someone will be comforted, find a caravan
Someone escapes, but not Captain

He looks, looks into the blue distance
Through curses, darkness and sorrow
He is closer, closer to a new day
All captains come to that

Who will pass the unknown at night?
Who will discover knowledge the day?
Who pours rain upon my land?