Lyrics Поэма И.И. Кобзева Падение Пируна - 16. Сон Баяна

Son of Boyan
The singer lost his homeless way.
His white mustache scowled.
So he decided to relax under a sticky face.
Is it real? Did the dream dream? ..
The elder sees: a rainbow between fields
It is rising in the clear.
He - without thinking for a long time - directly to her!
For the handrail grabbed colorful
And went along the rainbow above the steep
To the far end, inaccessible to inventions,
Where the herds of gray-haired, thin clouds
Walk freely on the pastures.
Silver starry grain there,
What Svarog sowed in furrows,
It gleams with a light-colored field,
Spreading from the south to the north.
And on the hill there is a tsar.
In the same room that window is lit.
And looking out of the window of the beauty of Dawn,
A beautiful red girl ...
Zarya says: "Hello, light Boyan.
Why did you come to our distance?
As I would be pleased with the nonom,
If only the song spoiled me!
Records Boyan: - I'm here - not in a drunken feast,
Always singing, so the tongue will be blunt ...
You answer, Dawn: where is your brother Perun?
What he does not defend Russia?
Here at Zorka tears from tender eyes
Pure with pearls.
Glad she led the story,
To whom many people would be surprised ...
Said Zorka: - Mighty was the world,
Where Perun rumbled with victories!
Although he was harsh, although not everyone was nice,
An with him all the order knew.
Vernaculars Perun peasants forged;
Made a sword-kladenets unprecedented,
The warriors of the army were falling apart,
How he sparkled, he was torn from his scabbard!
Perun argued the battle of light with darkness,
Separated forever with white black,
I reconciled the duel with water,
Sharpen the fire in the flint mountain.
He accomplished many glorious deeds, the eagle,
All the cases are listed,
But how many enviers did he acquire:
Tea, for every choch - for envious!
Do good, look: no one is happy!
Envious people do not have joy.
The more angry black snakes behind their back hiss,
More sweet things like mucks.

And behind the blue river, that a wave rumbles,
Under the mountain, which everyone saw,
There lived a cunning, cunning King Zavid,
Most of all, Perun was envious.
He did not want to live in his own yard,
Where the casks full of honey,
And he wanted to be on a steep mountain,
Where Perun carves lightning.
Zavid was strangled by another's honor,
A proud person is more honorable than sugar.
As he was trying to climb up that mountain,
That the servant would all zahala!
Let's not just cope with that mountain:
All sides of her ironed marble.
The claw of a claw had a king
Yes, the stones pobramyval.

Black envy exhausted completely,
The king gave the decree strict:
Golden build him a palace,
That he was richer than God!
And Zavid sat in the midst of servants,
Bragging speeches bold.
He took the scarlet bow in one hand,
And in another quiver with arrows ...

The gods feasted on Lys-grief,
Someone jokingly told Gromovnik:
- Whether to drink a brag to us at your court yard
Al to go to your assistant?
All the Peruns from these words
He filled with heroic laughter,
The sky trembled, as if from thunder,
In the barrels, the beer exploded with a roar.
A Perunu shadow on his brow fell,
To know, tired of stinging speeches.
And the fog and the haze fell to the ground
From Perunov's thoughts are tiresome.
Hidden gods: strike waiting!
From Gromovnik there is no salvation -
His hot arrows burn evenly,
All burn without regret!

Suddenly Perun to the ground from the throne - shast!
Without reproofs, without reproach,
Zavid says: "Take all the power,
If this is your wish!
Do not be ashamed of what to learn.
It is not easy, tea, to rule the world! ..
- What ryasha teach how to swim along the river?
Without prompts I will be able to reign! -

Changed clothes without hassle,
Everyone uttered a welcoming speech,
Seated King Zavid on a carpet-plane
And ascended to the mountain of light.
And Perun quivered about the land - to peck!
- Tired! Poknyazhil satisfied! -
Under the sacred oak lay down to sleep.
There until now, and slept without pouring ...

And Zavid entered the high throne,
I was not shy from the worries received.
He holds his own powerful hand
From midnight to midday.
I began to decide my own business,
He began to teach people and prompt them:
How more convenient is the land to plow in winter,
As in the spring on a sleigh to roll out.
Already, if someone thought of a wise man,
In time for a new custom advocates:
He will order to go upside down,
That flea with an elephant mates.
From such a king's rule
Empty fields were barren,
Vegeted, the earth burnt out.
Even the gods are hungry.
People will not wait for spring and red.
All the singing rivers are chained.
From heavenly and from the earthly treasury
All treasures are stolen.
And no way the king will correct sin:
Where can I get the grain? The mice fell over.
And where are the mice? Cats devoured all.
And where are the cats? The hands clapped.
Where are the arrows? We went for a walk on the river.
And where is the river? Bulls all drank.
Where are the bulls? On the sand to rest lie down.
Where are the sands? All the winds rose ...

Not managed stupid Zavid with land,
Brewed affairs mediocre.
And one misfortune after another disaster
On a visit to the people went, uninvited.
The path of sorrow does not end in any way.
Do not break the wind in the wind.
But Perun will wake up someday!
They gave a bright light to the flames! ..