Lyrics Александр Матюхин - О. Мандельштам. Тянется лесом дороженька пыльная
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Тянется лесом дороженька пыльная,
Тихо и пусто вокруг,
Родина, выплакав слезы обильные,
Спит, и во сне, как рабыня бессильная,
Ждет неизведанных мук.
Вот задрожали березы плакучие
И встрепенулися вдруг,
Тени легли на дорогу сыпучую:
Что-то ползет, надвигается тучею,
Что-то наводит испуг...
С гордой осанкою, с лицами сытыми...
Ноги торчат в стременах.
Серую пыль поднимают копытами
И колеи оставляют изрытыми...
Все на холеных конях.
Нет им конца. Заостренными пиками
В солнечном свете пестрят.
Воздух наполнили песней и криками,
И огоньками звериными, дикими
Черные очи горят...
Прочь! Не тревожьте поддельным веселием
Мертвого, рабского сна.
Скоро порадуют вас новоселием,
Хлебом и солью, крестьянским изделием...
Крепче нажать стремена!
Скоро столкнется с звериными силами
Дело великой любви!
Скоро покроется поле могилами,
Синие пики обнимутся с вилами
И обагрятся в крови!
A dusty path stretches through the forest,
Quiet and empty around
Homeland, crying abundant tears,
Asleep, and in a dream, like a powerless slave,
Waiting for unknown torment.
Here weeping birches trembled
And they started suddenly,
Shadows fell on the loose road:
Something is creeping, a cloud is approaching,
Something is frightening ...
With a proud bearing, with well-fed faces ...
Legs stick out in stirrups.
Gray dust is raised by hooves
And the ruts are left dug ...
All on sleek horses.
There is no end to them. Pointed peaks
They are full of sunlight.
The air was filled with song and screams
And with wild, beastly lights
Black eyes are burning ...
Away! Do not disturb with fake fun
Of a dead slave dream.
Soon they will please you with a new home,
With bread and salt, a peasant product ...
Press the stirrups harder!
Will soon face bestial forces
A matter of great love!
Soon the field will be covered with graves,
Blue peaks hug with a pitchfork
And get stained with blood!
Quiet and empty around
Homeland, crying abundant tears,
Asleep, and in a dream, like a powerless slave,
Waiting for unknown torment.
Here weeping birches trembled
And they started suddenly,
Shadows fell on the loose road:
Something is creeping, a cloud is approaching,
Something is frightening ...
With a proud bearing, with well-fed faces ...
Legs stick out in stirrups.
Gray dust is raised by hooves
And the ruts are left dug ...
All on sleek horses.
There is no end to them. Pointed peaks
They are full of sunlight.
The air was filled with song and screams
And with wild, beastly lights
Black eyes are burning ...
Away! Do not disturb with fake fun
Of a dead slave dream.
Soon they will please you with a new home,
With bread and salt, a peasant product ...
Press the stirrups harder!
Will soon face bestial forces
A matter of great love!
Soon the field will be covered with graves,
Blue peaks hug with a pitchfork
And get stained with blood!