Дмитрий Васильев - Солнце садится за море последнее... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

John del Plano Carpini

And this is not an archaeological, but rather a historical song about a monk-ambassador of the Pope, who in the 13th century. traveled from Lyon to the capital of the Mongol Empire, Karakorum, and back.

The sun sets over the sea for the last time,

Horse manure smolders in a smoky fire.

What brought you, preacher fathers,

To a land where there is no measure of blood and tears?

Tears and blood will not serve as an obstacle

For those who are accustomed to pacifying their flesh -

Only a stinking sweaty blanket

The Lord rewarded you with this overnight stay.

The rattling of harnesses and the neighing of horses,

Autumn laughs with a slanted face -

Thousands of leagues to the throne of Lyons,

Thousands of leagues to Chinese palaces.

Here you are, no matter which way you go -

Heavy arrows are whistling everywhere,

Crows, crows, black crows

They feast on Polovtsian bones.

Here from the ashes and fire of ruin

In the yellow dust near Itil there are rivers

The blood-washed empire stood up

We are to perish for our sins.

People are cruel, people are treacherous,

A glance from under your brows, a dangerous overnight stay,

Barbarians, barbarians, horse barbarians -

The terrible, bloody Thirteenth Century.

Oh, how firm the pagans are in unbelief!

Oh, how weak Europe is in prayer!

In Russia, Poland, Cumania, Hungary

There was no one left to weep on the coffins.

Half of humanity is tossing and tossing,

Knife in the sleeve, there is no truth in the words...

...Night falls on the Great Steppe,

A Franciscan monk is dozing in the steppe.

11/29/97