Lyrics Екатерина Болдырева - Баньши
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Я живу тысячу лет и каждый рассвет
По воде пёхом я к моим скалам под мохом
Я к моим воздуха волнам
Морочащим головы влюблённым.
Там на ветру, я думаю если умру.
Кому же вольётся в уста
Вся эта красота
Умирать жалко и жадно
Сдирая до дна неоглядный
И бессмертный чарующий вид
Скупое сердце моё болит.
Я пою тысячу лет. Мой плач не навет
Кто его слышит, те уже призваны свыше
Дней их остаток недолог, короче кедровых иголок.
Ведь здесь они только скитальцы
Глядя сквозь хмурые пальцы
Из двери склепа на их перелёт
Живое сердце моё поёт.
Жил некогда в этих краях рифмоплёт и скрипач
На болоте во тьмах он услыхал мой плач
Но пожалев меня песню сложил
И с того самого дня долгую жизнь прожил
Древние струны земли с ним обрели родство
Ветер унёс и его
Здесь они скорые гости, но когда спелою гроздью
Упадёт мой последний восход
О небо, кто для меня споёт?
Я живу тысячу лет…
I live a thousand years and every dawn
On the water with my heel I am to my rocks under the moss
I'm to my air waves
Fooling head in love.
There in the wind, I think if I die.
Who will pour in the mouth
All this beauty
Pity and greedy to die
Boundless boundless
And an immortal enchanting look
My stingy heart hurts.
I have been singing for a thousand years. My cry is not libel
Those who hear him are already called from above.
For days, their remainder is short, shorter than cedar needles.
After all, here they are only wanderers
Looking through frowning fingers
From the crypt door to their flight
My living heart sings.
Once upon a time there lived a rhymes and a violinist
In a swamp in the darkness he heard me cry
But sparing me a song folded
And from that very day I lived a long life
The ancient strings of the earth found kinship with him
The wind carried him away
Here they are welcome guests, but when in a ripe bunch
My last sunrise will fall
Oh heaven, who will sing for me?
I live a thousand years ...
On the water with my heel I am to my rocks under the moss
I'm to my air waves
Fooling head in love.
There in the wind, I think if I die.
Who will pour in the mouth
All this beauty
Pity and greedy to die
Boundless boundless
And an immortal enchanting look
My stingy heart hurts.
I have been singing for a thousand years. My cry is not libel
Those who hear him are already called from above.
For days, their remainder is short, shorter than cedar needles.
After all, here they are only wanderers
Looking through frowning fingers
From the crypt door to their flight
My living heart sings.
Once upon a time there lived a rhymes and a violinist
In a swamp in the darkness he heard me cry
But sparing me a song folded
And from that very day I lived a long life
The ancient strings of the earth found kinship with him
The wind carried him away
Here they are welcome guests, but when in a ripe bunch
My last sunrise will fall
Oh heaven, who will sing for me?
I live a thousand years ...