Lyrics ЗОДЧИЕ-1 вариант - ОБЕРЕГ ДЛЯ ЭЛЬМИРА

How did the sovereign beat
Golden Horde near Kazan,
Pointed to his compound
Come to the masters.
And the benefactor commanded, -
The chronicler tells the tale, -
In memory of this victory
Yes, build a stone temple.

And led to him
Florentines,
And the Germans,
And others
Foreign husbands,
Drunk wine in one breath.
And two came to him
Unknown Vladimir architects,
Two Russian builders,
Stately,
Barefoot
Young.

The light poured into the mica window,
The spirit was velmie stale.
Tiled stove.
Lady of God
I'm furious.
And in sleeved shirts
Pre John the Fourth
Tightly holding hands
These masters stood.

"Smerdy!
Can the church fold
Foreign prigozhey?
To be brighter
Overseas churches, I say? "
And shaking hair
The architects answered:
"We can!
Order, sir! "
And they hit the king's feet.

Sovereign ordered.
And on Holy Week,
Cross over the sunrise
Straps grabbing hair,
Sovereign architects
Aprons hastily put on,
On broad shoulders
Bricks carried on the scaffolding.

Masters weaved
Stone lace patterns
Led pillars
And, by the work of their proud,
The dome was burned with gold,
The roofs are covered with azure outside
And in lead frames
Inserted scales of mica.

And already stretched
Pointy turrets up.
Transitions
Balconies,
Onions and domes.
And the scientists wondered,
Zane this church
More beautiful italian villas
And the Indian pagodas were!

There was a strange temple
Bogomazy all painted,
In the altar,
And at the entrances,
And in the royal vestibule itself.
Picturesque Artel
Monk Andrei Rublev
Jeweled ZELO
Byzantine harsh letter ...

And at the feet of the building
The shopping area was buzzing,
She shouted merrily at the merchants:
"Show how you live!"
Night sneaky people
Before the cross was drunk in circles,
And in the mornings a heart-rending cry,
Becoming on the right.

Tat, whipped,
At the fathom lay breathless,
Staring straight at the sky
Black hair beard
And in Moscow captivity
Tatar khans languished,
Messengers of the Golden,
Black Horde Scalers.

And over all this shame
That church was -
Like a bride!
And with his mat,
With a turquoise ring in the mouth, -
Obscene girl
Stood at the Execution Ground
And marveling
Like a fairy tale
I looked at the beauty ...

And how was the temple consecrated?
That with the staff,
In the cap of the monk,
The king went around -
From basements and services
To the cross.
And looking around
His patterned towers,
"Lepot!" - Said the king.
And all answered: "Lepot!"

And the benefactor asked:
"But can you make it nice,
More beautiful than this temple
Another, I say? "
And shaking hair
The architects answered:
"We can!
Order, sir! "

And they hit the king's feet.
And then sovereign
Commanded to blind these architects,
So that in his land
Church
Stood alone such is
To Suzdal lands
And in the lands of Ryazan
And others
Did not put the best temple,
What is the temple of the Intercession!

Falcon eyes
They stabbed it with an iron awl
So white light
They could not see.
And stigmatized,
They were bathed, sickly,
And they threw them
Dark,
On the swallow bosom of the earth.

And in the Obzhorny Row,
Where the rubble was singing,
Where did the boobie shit,
Where it was from a couple of dark,
Where clerks shouted:
"Sovereign word and deed!" -
Masters of Christ for
They asked for bread and wine.

And there was their church
Such
What a dream.
And she called
As if they were buried in tears,
And the forbidden song
About terrible royal mercy
Sang in secret places
In broad Russia
Guslars