Текст песни Поэма И. И. Кобзева Падение Пируна - 7. Коляда акт 1

Kolyada
Walked, sang the leafer in the woods,
All the winter rye was weeded out,
Crawled winter on an empty sleigh,
The northern winds blew ...
And as the sun began to take strength again,
The ice creaked under the boots,
Out came mummers to carouse,
Pies to collect under the windows:
Kolyada, Kolyada,
We wait and wait for the yard
Baked cake
Yes, drink a savory! ..
Hailing the New Year with songs,
Every happiness in my soul was making guesses,
To the god of Yarila native people
Harvest great pleased.
Boyan passed through the land of the Drevlyans,
Wade through the frozen Pripyat,
And in the evening I asked the settlers:
"Are you kind people, would you accept a guest?" -
In every house the elder was led to a table,
And as is customary everywhere,
They treated me kindly, than they could:
With drunken honey, shooting game;
We brought the cup, again and again,
And there, you see, the bathhouse is heated,
They invited the guest to bleed,
As well as good hosts ...
They say that some stranger,
Having been in Russia, frightened:
As "not tormented by anyone, Slav
Itself on the body of the twig quilts? "

Oh, you stupid heads! What to hide:
Make friends with the Russian bath,
We would have learned to keep ourselves clean,
Stronger would have been in trials!
Miracle-bath! With grass, with smoke, with kvass,
With a biting whisk, evil, birch!
Exactly in a fairy tale: he was a gray-haired old man,
Turn around as a lad in pink!
In the yard frosts are fierce lyutas,
All the ways were blocked up, crammed.
And Bojan, after striving, drinks honey
In the tenement carved, purely lace ...
In the house of my aunt Priyaty, widow of honest,
Sweet foods can not be transplanted.
Here Boyana is celebrated as a day-day,
The Indus can envy the prince.

As at that widow daughter Zabava to call.
Here is a wise woman, a beauty!
An can not find a spouse:
A lot of "merchants" like "merchandise".
Between many lovely as you will find,
If the knights are all good:
Yaroslav prigozh, Rostislav prigozh,
Miroslav and that prigozhee.
Grooms are excellent, for selection.
Who of them is the best of white light:
Thunderbolt? Is it possible? Ratibor?
Creator? Is it radiant? Vsevolod?
How elegant everyone is! Do not open your eyes!
On the shoulders of the grain is pearl,
On caftans sewn belts,
On the belts swords are haraluzhnye.
Who is the most right here - go, decide!
They look proudly, step by step,
The word is said fervently, from the heart,
If necessary, they will subscribe to the sword! ..

Stronger than everyone in Zabavushka was in love
The knight, whom I call Mogut,
An of pride carefully he hid
That care-steep fierce.
Only chasing after rounds in the woods,
Knight unleashed his soul,
He nightly buddies - nomadic winds
He told me about his love:
"Go for you, violent whirlwinds, stribozhie men!
You walk in a white light,
You can unleash the lights,
You are swaying the depths of the sea!
It's full, brothers winds, it's no use blowing,
I'll dry the oak tree,
You hover sweet in the swan's breast,
Dry it to me, Zabavushka!
In order to drink or eat, she could not,
To be opened to me with bold speech,
So that, like a hops entwined around a stake,
My body is white!
To enter her in the soul and in though in the flesh
My whispers with her sleepless,
To the bullet saber can not split
Our hands are twisted! "

Here, just in the village, Kolyada came.
Snow like a tablecloth in the fields chilled.
For lovers - the true time
To guess about the coveted, narrowed!
It does not matter if the wind whistles in the forest.
Yes the frost snaps nuts,
Guys with girls from yard to yard
Rattle with riddles, with perplexing:
"Who is it, my friend?"
At night he sleeps with me,
Happy dressed like a pan,
In the black caftan?
Somebody a black groom
He is looking, stupid, between the guys,
And the girlfriends amuse themselves: - Ha-ha-ha!
Look: Funny pranks to a flea!
And a chuckle flies like a tight snowball,
And doubly dare tepericha
In the hidden riddle there is a hint
On the colored girdle:
- In the afternoon he, like a hoop,
At night, as it is.
Who will unravel,
My husband will be here!
There is already starting a game-gulba
Bluebells to tell,
Then the seamstress-destiny is already beginning
On two strings in a knot to connect.
And guesses Fun in names,
On the beam, on the wax melting,
On a ringlet, on a slipper, on candles,
In the haze, in the mist flying away.
Here, the girl's cares are not melting,
The old man's brightly-colored girl:
- Advise, glorious sage Boyan,
How can I find the coveted one? -
And Boyan did not wander about the earth,
In the noisy villages, in the forestless solitude, -
A lot of it in his heart for years has accumulated
The reserved folk wisdom!
Govyur gusliar: - The right way is:
Lie early and go to sleep without waking up.
Do not forget to eat a spoonful of salt before going to bed,
Let, whoever loves, will give enough to drink! -
And the one who dreamed was the one who was sweet,
The one who was afraid to dream about,
Until the morning full of her charm watered her,
And drinking still remained for future use!
Has solved, who to her the relatives of others:
"You, Moguta, are mighty childish,
You are my betrothed, mummer, my fiance,
My sugrevushka, Krasivitushka! "