Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Восточная песня 1

East - 1

                  Mikhail Shcherbakov

  Em am
The twelve moons on my banner
   C h7
And the armor is hard, and the sword is heavy.
   Em am
I'm a shadow knight riding on horseback
       Dm E7 Am
In green, like an overgrown pond,
   F em
To the edge; and the darkness lying around
   D7 g
The horse and my eyes were clouded.
    Cm d7
I follow an invisible path
     Fm em
Listening to the sky and to the thick
     G cm
Foliage but most likely
     D7 eb7
That the sky won't tell me anything
    D7 em
And the jungle won't tell me anything
         C
And only the beast will run sometimes
          G
Lurking and stepping aside,
      Am
Protecting from small prickly plants
 E7 Am-H7
Old wound.

My fair horse is courageous and winged,
He is young and therefore strong
He hears better what they say
Trunks; and every new fragrance
He, the horse, understood a hundred times,
Than me, but I am transparent like him,
I am also a myth, although not so
As swift as this young
A horse that does not yet know
That the sky will not tell us anything
And the jungle won't tell us anything
And only the bird flashes sometimes
Flying into the far dark wilderness
The same thicket, where, no matter how much I wandered,
I’m unlikely to get there.

And in that wilderness, unharmed for centuries,
It’s a hut, sleepless housing,
There's a maiden shadow transparent like smoke
Nights do not sleep under grass shelter,
And the wet wind with the tree dry
They sing over her abode.
She does not sleep and the tree creaks
All pity while she sleeps
And probably crying from
That the sky will not say anything to her
And the jungle won't tell her anything
And only the thunder will sing sometimes
The two over her roof
Promising all over the continent big rains in February
And a hot summer.