Не Будите Спящих - Странник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

the branches of dry trees cast shadows, the winds blow on bare walls where the sun cannot be reached, where the moonlight cannot be seen. Mice scratch more quietly in the corners. Who's breathing so hard there? giving out an echo among the silence from the ceiling down to drops of water. Crows are circling over the damp dungeon, his hands are shackled with steel chains, a gray-haired old man, exhausted by hunger, hanging his head, trembling from the cold, the torments of hell are nearing the end, his body will be devoted to the fire tomorrow at noon, among hundreds of eyes, he will see the sun for the last time, as if he had descended from heaven (so people said) who got lost in life (he changed their destinies) as if he came down from heaven (an unknown wanderer, so people said) who got lost in life (...he changed their destinies) who is this unknown wanderer? there were rumors that there was a messenger from heaven. He is about 18 years old... gray hair, with a young soul, with the face of an old man. He wandered around the village and helped those who had lost faith, hope, and love. He brought smiles and joy into people's homes, without asking for anything in return. He embodied other people’s illnesses, the people had fun, and the old man suffered. He fed the hungry and shared the last. Where did he come from and where was he born? strives for what, why does he need this? the old man fell silent, avoiding answering. Aging not in years, but day by day, a young boy with the face of an old man seemed to have descended from heaven (so people said) who had gotten lost in life (he changed their destinies) as if he had descended from heaven (an unknown wanderer, so people said) who had gotten lost in life (...he changed their destinies) people seemed to pray to God for the old man, envy tormented the evil king. Who gave him the rights and who is he? so that fate can decide who is king here?! I didn’t think for a long time, I decided everything in one go. He offered mountains of jewelry, gold, to foolish people - half the kingdom, power and freedom in exchange for the soul of the old man. the passion for profit does not give rest to the hands, people are puzzled, plunged headlong: to be good, kind, or half the kingdom, to give the wanderer a stab in the back. Goals have been set, nerves are on edge. The traps are stretched - they are waiting for their prey, the unknown wanderer is driven into a dead end, the hunt is over, the old man is caught, crows are circling over a damp dungeon, his hands are chained with steel chains, the evil king did not keep his promise, the stupid people sold their conscience as if he had descended from heaven (so people said) who got lost in life (he changed their destinies) as if he came down from heaven (an unknown wanderer, that’s what people said) who got lost in life (...he changed their destinies) stupid people sold their conscience