Lyrics Дмитрий Васильев - Медина - Мекка

All of us, citizens, know for sure
That at the beginning of the seventh century
Under the cheerful green banner
The prophet was walking from Medina to Mecca.

Lions roared, donkeys screamed
And, showered with abusive dust,
Bedouins with straight swords
City armor was chopped.

And rushed over the army of Medina,
Scattering sparks of panic:
There is no God but One,
And Muhammad is His messenger.

Six messengers in the visible world,
And the seventh - the land is not worth it.
There was Adam and Nuh with Ibrahim,
And Musa, and Daoud with Isa, -

The world has not seen this yet
What gives birth to the land of Arabia.
The horse beats with its head raised,
Kicking the flames out of the gravel

So these nomads shouted
At a trot, dear short
For the messenger Mohammad,
Young, with a shaved beard.

And the road hummed under him:
It was a sacred thing
It was the right thing to do
It's worth fighting for.

So let's raise the bowls
For the fanfare of the seventh century
For our happy time,
For the road Medina - Mecca,

For the green fire of Islam
From Khiva to Generalif,
For the twelve holy imams
And the holy four caliphs,

For the first inch of the road,
For the beginning, the initial atom,
What will spread out under our feet
By the conquered caliphate.