Lyrics Элхэ Ниэннах - Из Книги Екклесиаста
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Из Книги Екклесиаста
Время всякой вещи на земле:
Время хлеб растить и сжать колосья -
Что колоколов многоголосье
Искрам, угасающим в золе?.. -
Время всякой вещи на земле.
Время дописать свою строку,
Время уклоняться от объятий,
Время для лобзаний и распятья,
Время - на костер еретику:
Пламенем вписать свою строку.
Время пиру, время и чуме:
Каждому положен свой предел,
Княжьей ли короною владел,
Или жизнь влачил в нужде и тьме.
Время пиру, время и чуме.
Цепи или злато на руках,
Кто взойдет на трон, а кто на плаху -
Всяк живущий сотворен из праха,
И в свой час отыдет он во прах:
Что от нас останется в веках...
Время убивать и исцелять,
Время сеять - время вырвать с корнем...
Коль во многих знаньях много скорби,
Для чего нам скорбь преумножать?
Время строить, время разрушать.
Время благовестью и хуле;
Кровью пыль дорожную пятнаем,
Жемчуг на попрание бросаем
И иглою пишем на стекле -
Время всякой вещи на земле.
Так сказал мудрец Екклесиаст:
Все - томленье духа, суесловье;
За слова, оплаченные кровью,
Медного гроша никто не даст -
Clay will go to clay and dust to dust.
Em C7
C#7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
Em C7 Em H7 Em
Мысли - ледяной ожог виску:
Бросить на неструганные доски
Вырванную из души строку... -
Гул затих. Я вышел на подмостки...
Em C7
C#7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
(Em C7 C#7 Am Em)
From the Book of Ecclesiastes
The time of all things on the earth:
Time to raise bread and squeeze the ears -
That the bells are polyphony
Iskram, dying out in the ashes? .. -
The time of every thing on earth.
Time to finish your line,
Time to avoid embracing,
Time for kisses and crucifixes,
Time is on the fire of the heretic:
Flame enter your line.
Time feast, time and plague:
Everyone has his own limit,
The prince had a crown,
Or life dragged on in need and darkness.
Time feast, time and the plague.
Chains or gold on the hands,
Who will ascend to the throne, and who is on the block -
Everyone who is created is made of dust,
And in his hour he will go to dust:
What will remain of us in the ages ...
Time to kill and heal,
Time to sow is time to uproot ...
If in many things there is much grief,
Why do we have to multiply sorrow?
Time to build, time to destroy.
Time is the gospel and blasphemy;
Bloody dust stains the road,
We throw pearls on trampling
And with the needle we write on the glass -
The time of every thing on earth.
Thus said the sage Ecclesiastes:
All is a languor of spirit, a sage;
For words paid for by blood,
Copper penny no one will give -
Clay will go to clay and dust to dust.
Em C7
C # 7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
Em C7 Em H7 Em
Thoughts - an ice burn of a temple:
Throw on non-planed boards
Torn from the soul line ... -
The rumble ceased. I went out on the stage ...
Em C7
C # 7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
(Em C7 C # 7 Am Em)
The time of all things on the earth:
Time to raise bread and squeeze the ears -
That the bells are polyphony
Iskram, dying out in the ashes? .. -
The time of every thing on earth.
Time to finish your line,
Time to avoid embracing,
Time for kisses and crucifixes,
Time is on the fire of the heretic:
Flame enter your line.
Time feast, time and plague:
Everyone has his own limit,
The prince had a crown,
Or life dragged on in need and darkness.
Time feast, time and the plague.
Chains or gold on the hands,
Who will ascend to the throne, and who is on the block -
Everyone who is created is made of dust,
And in his hour he will go to dust:
What will remain of us in the ages ...
Time to kill and heal,
Time to sow is time to uproot ...
If in many things there is much grief,
Why do we have to multiply sorrow?
Time to build, time to destroy.
Time is the gospel and blasphemy;
Bloody dust stains the road,
We throw pearls on trampling
And with the needle we write on the glass -
The time of every thing on earth.
Thus said the sage Ecclesiastes:
All is a languor of spirit, a sage;
For words paid for by blood,
Copper penny no one will give -
Clay will go to clay and dust to dust.
Em C7
C # 7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
Em C7 Em H7 Em
Thoughts - an ice burn of a temple:
Throw on non-planed boards
Torn from the soul line ... -
The rumble ceased. I went out on the stage ...
Em C7
C # 7 Am
Am Em
H7 B7 Am
(Em C7 C # 7 Am Em)