Lyrics Михаил Башаков - Богиня
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Расцветают сады на платье,
Реки – сёстры ей, ветры – братья.
Волны света, когда смеётся.
Она скажет, и мир проснётся.
И просторы всей поднебесной
Насладятся счастливой песней,
И способность возобновится
Видеть тайну в знакомых лицах.
Появленья её приметы –
Соответствие всех предметов
Смыслу "omne vivum ex ovo" –
Ликованье всего живого!
Небо дышит как-будто чаще,
И становится воздух слаще.
Её шёпот как дождь весенний –
В каждой капле чьё-то спасенье.
Но ты не спрашивай её.
Ты не спрашивай меня
Кто такая?
Вот из вскинутых рук свеченье,
Легче жизни понять значенье,
Повторяя за ней признанье:
Радость – это моё призванье!
И рукой облака лаская,
Стаи птиц она выпускает.
Лес и радуги полной краски
Из её рукавов, как в сказке.
Но ты не спрашивай её,
Ты не спрашивай меня,
"Кто такая?"
В лоскутках её рукоделья
Тел крылатых и душ веселье.
И в движеньях, всегда изящных,
Есть угроза для вечно спящих.
Так вот засветло просыпаясь,
Я всё время понять пытаюсь –
Мы с какой стороны границы?
Что есть правда, а что нам снится?
Но ты не спрашивай её.
Ты не спрашивай меня
"Кто такая?"
The gardens blooming on the dress
Rivers are sisters to her, winds are brothers.
Waves of light when laughing.
She will say, and the world will wake up.
And the vastness of the whole celestial
Enjoy the happy song
And the ability will resume
See the secret in familiar faces.
The appearance of her signs -
Matching all items
The meaning of "omne vivum ex ovo" is
Glee of all living things!
The sky seems to breathe more often
And the air becomes sweeter.
Her whisper like spring rain -
In every drop, someone’s salvation.
But you do not ask her.
You don't ask me
Who is this?
Here is a candle from outstretched hands,
It’s easier than life to understand the meaning,
Repeating her confession:
Joy is my calling!
And caressing the clouds with my hand
A flock of birds she lets out.
Forest and rainbows full of paint
From her sleeves, like in a fairy tale.
But you don’t ask her
You don't ask me
"Who is this?"
In the scraps of her needlework
Tel winged and shower fun.
And in the movements, always graceful,
There is a threat to the ever-sleeping.
So waking up before dawn,
I’m trying to understand all the time -
What side are we on the border?
What is truth, and what do we dream of?
But you do not ask her.
You don't ask me
"Who is this?"
Rivers are sisters to her, winds are brothers.
Waves of light when laughing.
She will say, and the world will wake up.
And the vastness of the whole celestial
Enjoy the happy song
And the ability will resume
See the secret in familiar faces.
The appearance of her signs -
Matching all items
The meaning of "omne vivum ex ovo" is
Glee of all living things!
The sky seems to breathe more often
And the air becomes sweeter.
Her whisper like spring rain -
In every drop, someone’s salvation.
But you do not ask her.
You don't ask me
Who is this?
Here is a candle from outstretched hands,
It’s easier than life to understand the meaning,
Repeating her confession:
Joy is my calling!
And caressing the clouds with my hand
A flock of birds she lets out.
Forest and rainbows full of paint
From her sleeves, like in a fairy tale.
But you don’t ask her
You don't ask me
"Who is this?"
In the scraps of her needlework
Tel winged and shower fun.
And in the movements, always graceful,
There is a threat to the ever-sleeping.
So waking up before dawn,
I’m trying to understand all the time -
What side are we on the border?
What is truth, and what do we dream of?
But you do not ask her.
You don't ask me
"Who is this?"