Lyrics Владимир Селицкий - Земля София
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В кривды море разливанном,
Гор подёрнутых туманом,
Не учуять, не узреть
В дух началенным на треть.
Кони мрут на переправе,
Топчут платья разнотравий,
Рыщут там где мир разъят
Торопелые князья.
К выси че́блоку кудесно
Распальни́ца до небес, но
срам не и́мут, осповат
глаз, набивших в ухо ват.
И одежд Софии белых
Не достать руке неспелых
Из-под вежд веков дремот
Где с вершин стекает мёд.
Перевалишь перевалом
Где большое тонет в малом,
Где в скитах за мерей весь
Оборвала занове́сь.
И откроешь в звоне вечер
Златопёрый, сладкоречий.
Туголуком подпершись
Ночь ступает там во мшись.
Нахолстило песню ночи
В ширину ея длино́чи.
В завитках луны очей
Видишь сон умыло чей.
И покров над колыбелью
Детской, свитый, неумелью
И времён баюн-чертог -
Бдящий Северо-Восток.
Перемелем по неделям.
(Дуракам ли ныть Емелям)
Мракобесь в веках известь
Посылая миру весть.
Где почали мы начала
Отытожим, что молчало.
И в ушко врага застав
Проведём народ Христа.
In Kryvda, the sea flashed,
Mountains fucked fog
Do not teach
In the spirit of the beginning to third.
Koni Mrut on the crossing
Top hat dresses
Chop where the world is cranked
Touring princes.
For casting Cheblock Kudesno
Brush to heaven, but
soles do not impass
Eye stuffed in your ear wat.
And Sofia White Clothes
Don't get a hand
From under the priests of the centuries
Where from the vertices flows honey.
Transfer Pass
Where big sinks in small
Where in the beds for measure the whole
Broke off the hottest.
And open in the ring evening
Zlataigh, sweetcore.
Tugolucker taught
Night steps there in hanging.
Nether's naughty song
In the width of her length.
In the curls of the moon
You see sleep was done whose.
And cover over the cradle
Children's, piggy, inept
And the times of the Bayun-Damn -
Drawing northeast.
Welcome for weeks.
(Fools should whine
Broarhole in the eyelids
Send the world message.
Where we started
Laughting, which was silent.
And in the enemy's enemy
Conduct the people of Christ.
Mountains fucked fog
Do not teach
In the spirit of the beginning to third.
Koni Mrut on the crossing
Top hat dresses
Chop where the world is cranked
Touring princes.
For casting Cheblock Kudesno
Brush to heaven, but
soles do not impass
Eye stuffed in your ear wat.
And Sofia White Clothes
Don't get a hand
From under the priests of the centuries
Where from the vertices flows honey.
Transfer Pass
Where big sinks in small
Where in the beds for measure the whole
Broke off the hottest.
And open in the ring evening
Zlataigh, sweetcore.
Tugolucker taught
Night steps there in hanging.
Nether's naughty song
In the width of her length.
In the curls of the moon
You see sleep was done whose.
And cover over the cradle
Children's, piggy, inept
And the times of the Bayun-Damn -
Drawing northeast.
Welcome for weeks.
(Fools should whine
Broarhole in the eyelids
Send the world message.
Where we started
Laughting, which was silent.
And in the enemy's enemy
Conduct the people of Christ.