Lyrics Потаня - Я Трону Струны Осторожно
Views
112
0 people consider the lyrics to be true
0 people consider the lyrics of the song incorrect
The lyrics of the song are provided for your reference Потаня - Я Трону Струны Осторожно, and also a translation of a song with a video or clip.
Я трону струны осторожно
Старинной песней многосложной.
Я трону память лет тревожных.
Молчать об этом - невозможно.
Спою о тех, что раньше жили,
Чья кровь струится в ваших жилах.
Чтоб вашим детям послужили
Те песни, что тогда сложили.
Давно на прах распалось тело,
Доспехи прочные истлели,
Но все же имя их и дело
С бесплотной песней долетели.
Года сменяются годами,
Но песня властна над веками.
Как наяву, перед глазами
Дела тех дней да будут с вами.
Хоть время грудится горою,
людей столетия не скроют.
Подлец и трус мелькнут порою,
И вечно в памяти герои.
Судьба людей, как ветер, вертит.
Поступки тщательно проверьте:
Ведь жить нам долго после смерти,
Хотя бы в памяти - поверьте!
Всю память прожитых столетий
Вы завещайте вашим детям,
Поскольку, кто не помнит это, -
Тот недостоин жить на свете...
I will touch the string carefully
The ancient song is multisyllabic.
Years of troubled memories.
Silence about this is impossible.
I'll sing about those who used to live,
Whose blood flows in your veins.
That your children have served
Those songs, which then folded.
For a long time the body fell to ashes,
Armor strong decayed,
But nevertheless their name and deed
With an ethereal song flew.
Years are followed by years,
But the song is powerful over the centuries.
How real, before your eyes
The works of those days be with you.
Although time is rife with a mountain,
people of the century will not hide.
A scoundrel and a coward will flash sometimes,
And forever in the memory of heroes.
The fate of people, like the wind, twists.
Actions carefully check:
After all, we live long after death,
At least in memory - believe me!
All the memory of the centuries that have lived
You will bequeath to your children,
Because, who does not remember this, -
He is unworthy to live in the world ...
The ancient song is multisyllabic.
Years of troubled memories.
Silence about this is impossible.
I'll sing about those who used to live,
Whose blood flows in your veins.
That your children have served
Those songs, which then folded.
For a long time the body fell to ashes,
Armor strong decayed,
But nevertheless their name and deed
With an ethereal song flew.
Years are followed by years,
But the song is powerful over the centuries.
How real, before your eyes
The works of those days be with you.
Although time is rife with a mountain,
people of the century will not hide.
A scoundrel and a coward will flash sometimes,
And forever in the memory of heroes.
The fate of people, like the wind, twists.
Actions carefully check:
After all, we live long after death,
At least in memory - believe me!
All the memory of the centuries that have lived
You will bequeath to your children,
Because, who does not remember this, -
He is unworthy to live in the world ...