КЕДР - Борей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Blow, so stronger and stronger, my harshly cold unfortunate Borey,

and dry the wet furrows traces on the cheeks of all those remaining here,

Yes, bring white birds along the heavenly paths up to the northern ancient seas,

The rains of the new autumn will highlight the bones of the lying environs,

wood and spruce branches ate the grunts and in the absence of wax burning louds,

Respect with your lift frozen willows, and so March is sick,

The order threatened with gray clouds with boiling, so that the traces of the living are wiped out, so that the dead to them on the dawn fogs do not go back to the villages,

From life, the excavation

Silent, contemplating, silent, did not go, the fragies of abstractions of abandoned cemeteries, and the creak of the Dominovs of the Obaganka, invisibly followed by us in a violent trace,

Here are the gray boards of fallen barns, and the pipes of cold flickering huts, and above them the dawn,

It hurts me, it breaks me like a thin reeds, but in the morning I will grow up behind your back as in a whitish nightmare Polzi, rushing like a jump, as if jumping up

The world will spin in agony, the sky is burning, and you cry my earth,