Песни и пляски смерти текст полководец
Обновлено: 23.11.2024
Пляской тяжёлою землю сырую
Я притопчу, чтобы сень гробовую
Кости покинуть вовек не могли,
Чтоб никогда вам не встать из земли". The battle rattles, armor shines,
The greedy guns roar,
Running regiments, horses are rushing,
And the rivers flow red.
The midday flame is burning, people are fighting!
The sun bent, the battle is stronger!
Sunset paler, but fight
Enemies are all fiercer and angrier.
And the night fell on the battlefield;
The comrades in the dark were separated;
Everything was quiet - and in the night mist
The sketches rose to the sky.
Then, illuminated by the moon,
On the battle horse,
Bones sparkling whiteness,
Death appeared! And in silence,
Keeping in cries and prayers,
The contentment of the proud is full,
As a commander, the place of battle
All around she went round;
On the hill rising, looked back,
Stopped . smiled .
And over the battle plain
The voice was fatal:
"The battle is over - I won all!
All before me you are bent, fighters.
Life quarreled with you - I reconciled.
Get up at the show, dead men!
Go through the solemn march, -
I want to count my army.
In the ground, then fold up your bones,
It is sweet to have a rest in the land.
Years will pass invisibly over the years,
In people, the memory of you will disappear -
I will not forget, and forever over you
Feast will reign at midnight!
Plyaska heavy ground raw
I'll tamper with the coffin
Bones could not leave forever,
So that you never get out of the earth. "
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