Lyrics Alina Orlova - Будем-забудем
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The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
(Восходит солнце на востоке.
Кровь, злато — вот его наряд!
Вокруг вскипает гнев жестокий.
Мечи и копья там горят.
Венец его и знаки царской власти —
Огни войны, воинственные страсти.
Стихотворение: William Blake «Day»)
Что же ты молчишь, волчье солнышко,
Что же не расскажешь сказку старую
Про землю прекрасную, про землю кровавую
Реками веков омытую,
Глазами Богов излитую,
В черном небе одинокую,
И слепую, и многоокую
Будем, мы будем, забудемся
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
(Восходит солнце на востоке.
Кровь, злато — вот его наряд!
Вокруг вскипает гнев жестокий.
Мечи и копья там горят.
Венец его и знаки царской власти —
Огни войны, воинственные страсти.
Стихотворение: William Blake «Day»)
Что же ты молчишь, волчье солнышко,
Что же не расскажешь сказку старую
Про землю прекрасную, про землю кровавую
Реками веков омытую,
Глазами Богов излитую,
В черном небе одинокую,
И слепую, и многоокую
Будем, мы будем, забудемся
The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
(The sun rises in the east.
Blood, gold - this is his outfit!
Violent anger boils around.
Swords and spears burn there.
His crown and signs of royal power -
The lights of war, warlike passions.
Poem: William Blake "Day")
Why are you silent, wolf sun,
Why don't you tell the old fairy tale
About the beautiful land, about the bloody land
Washed by the rivers of centuries
Through the eyes of the gods
In the black sky lonely
And blind and many-faced
We will, we will be forgotten
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
(The sun rises in the east.
Blood, gold - this is his outfit!
Violent anger boils around.
Swords and spears burn there.
His crown and signs of royal power -
The lights of war, warlike passions.
Poem: William Blake "Day")
Why are you silent, wolf sun,
Why don't you tell the old fairy tale
About the beautiful land, about the bloody land
Washed by the rivers of centuries
Through the eyes of the gods
In the black sky lonely
And blind and many-faced
We will, we will be forgotten