Lyrics Разрыв-Трава - Черные яблоки
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– Лодка белая, лодка утлая
На волнах холодных кружится.
Волны к северу все несут ее,
На порогах – пены кружево.
Кто тяжелым сном в этой лодке спит,
На стремнине кто отпустил весло?
Вижу сон его крепок как гранит,
А его челнок хрупок как стекло…
– В ледяную даль из горячих стран
Я плыву путем древним, сказочным.
Черных яблок сад сеяли мы там,
Урожай собрать нам пришлось самим.
Соком яблок тех я по горло сыт,
Да и сам их плод оказался тверд…
Воли нет во мне, пусть челнок бежит
По веленью волн в наш туманный фьорд.
– Лодка утлая, лодка белая,
От хрустальных льдов не ускользнуть.
Пробудись, герой, пусть рука твоя
Ляжет на весло и изменит путь.
Вижу море я, бездну Хаоса,
И остовы мертвых кораблей,
На погибель ты отправляешься,
Поверни назад, пробудись скорей!
– Не проси меня повернуть назад,
Ведь пожали мы, что посеяли –
Соки яблок тех на груди горят,
Корни яблонь тех жалят змеями.
Я плыву вперед, скованный не сном,
Ятаган меня убаюкивал.
На Валхалле мне нынче пить вино,
Все из яблок тех, что на юге рвал.
Птица-молния сеет лед
В белизну морей.
Слышишь, Битв Отец нас зовет,
Так идем скорей!
- The boat is white, the boat is fragile
It swirls in the cold waves.
The waves to the north all carry her
On the rapids - foam lace.
Who sleeps hard in this boat,
On the rapids, who released the oar?
I see his dream as strong as granite
And his shuttle is fragile like glass ...
- To the ice distance from hot countries
I sail the ancient, fabulous way.
Black apples we sowed there,
We had to harvest ourselves.
I’m fed up with the juice of those apples
And their fruit itself was hard ...
There is no will in me, let the shuttle run
At the behest of the waves in our foggy fjord.
- The boat is fragile, the boat is white,
There is no escaping crystal ice.
Awake hero, let your hand
Lies on a paddle and will change the way.
I see the sea, the abyss of Chaos
And the skeletons of dead ships
You go to perdition
Turn back, wake up soon!
- Don't ask me to turn back,
After all, we reaped what we sowed -
The juices of those apples on the chest burn
The roots of those apple trees sting with snakes.
I'm sailing forward, not bound by sleep
The scimitar lulled me.
On Valhalla I drink wine today
All of the apples of those in the south tore.
Lightning bird sows ice
Into the whiteness of the seas.
Hey, the Father is calling for battles,
So let's go soon!
It swirls in the cold waves.
The waves to the north all carry her
On the rapids - foam lace.
Who sleeps hard in this boat,
On the rapids, who released the oar?
I see his dream as strong as granite
And his shuttle is fragile like glass ...
- To the ice distance from hot countries
I sail the ancient, fabulous way.
Black apples we sowed there,
We had to harvest ourselves.
I’m fed up with the juice of those apples
And their fruit itself was hard ...
There is no will in me, let the shuttle run
At the behest of the waves in our foggy fjord.
- The boat is fragile, the boat is white,
There is no escaping crystal ice.
Awake hero, let your hand
Lies on a paddle and will change the way.
I see the sea, the abyss of Chaos
And the skeletons of dead ships
You go to perdition
Turn back, wake up soon!
- Don't ask me to turn back,
After all, we reaped what we sowed -
The juices of those apples on the chest burn
The roots of those apple trees sting with snakes.
I'm sailing forward, not bound by sleep
The scimitar lulled me.
On Valhalla I drink wine today
All of the apples of those in the south tore.
Lightning bird sows ice
Into the whiteness of the seas.
Hey, the Father is calling for battles,
So let's go soon!