Сергей Тимошенко - Легенда - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sl. and muses. S. Tymoshenko, Vocal Recording - Background Studio "In the House of the Actor" (Omsk), arrangement - E. Kasyanenko/"Guitarproduction Studio", sound design, reduction, mastering - R. valve/"Rostmusic"

Bright memory of Vladimir Semenovich Vysotsky

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The wind was spinning over the grass, collecting dew,

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Smiled the blue in droplets of the earth raw,

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Suddenly the rustle of the wings of snow -white

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Close to both forest birches and coastal reeds

Again the lake woke up from the surface to Tina,

The surface of the mirror swayed under the pressure of Lebedin

As divine mercy, embodied freedom,

The proud bird went down from the clouds in the rays of the sunrise

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In the way, all nature was filled with bright

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Sparkling, hot

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As if there were no different ailments around

And nightingales, on the branches of mountain ash

Slept melelessly in the clusters of Rubinovs,

Throwing comfort, they sing loudly sleepy forest

Just did not come like this sunny joy

For those who are everywhere looking for fame to create muck to someone

Like a dark power of a company, flying a black cloud,

A flock of a flock was brought from a dry swamp

And uninvited guests are hungry mouths.

In the neck with sharp claws everything was strove to cling

They fluffed their feathers, but completely frantic,

Even animals and trees were numb in horror

Slave share, clogged under the oppression,

With a free fate, that washed with blood,

Here not for life, but to death in the eternal battle agreed

You wish the world, drop all conventions,

And for a sacred war, be in readiness,

It so happened that these two things cannot

Evil walked, had fun, intoxiaev in an unequal fight,

And only more diverged in his furious attack,

But this devilish storm was not feasting for long

When screams cut off the song ringing like a bullet

The voice of Truth beat his chest with an alarm, taking off to the sky,

In the field, with cold, straightened up the ears of bread

Ryov brown bears echoed him from the thicket

It was not laughing to these mountainerators missing

They hurried away, trembling from fear,

Clovy with a tight -haired, not a solo,

It was time to drive them from the yard for a long time

A knight, not broken by that test,

With honor he performed a holy vocation -

The only warrior may not be defeated