Beyond Smorodina River
- Natural Spirit (2011)You are listening to the song Beyond Smorodina River by Natural Spirit, in album The Price Of Freedom (Ціна свободи). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
"За Смородиной рекой"
В делах наших правых предков заветы
В детях с глазами небесного цвета
В руке хлебороба, в пахаря плуге
В остром мече, да верном друге.
За Рипейскою горой
Бродит воин молодой
Щит пробитый за спиной
Ой, да хазарскою стрелой.
Горсть земли родной зажав
Ослабевшею рукой
Ратных другов он встречал
За Смородиной рекой.
За Смородиной рекой
Ходит месяц золотой
В сбруе на лихом коне
За спиною лук тугой.
В делах наших правых предков заветы
В детях с глазами небесного цвета
В руке хлебороба, в пахаря плуге
В остром мече, да верном друге.
Погребальных костров свет
Дым клубится над землей
Уходили солнцу вслед
За Смородиной рекой.
Сиротою плачет Русь
Хороня своих детей
Уходила Солнцу вслед
Стая белых лебедей.
"Beyond Smorodina River"
Ancestors' testaments in our good causes
In our blue-eyed children
In grain grower's hand & in farmer's plow
In swords sharp & friends faithful.
Behind the Riphean mountain
A young warrior is roaming
With dented shield on his back
Pierced by Kazar's arrow.
He is clutching the handful of soil
With his weakening arm
He is on his way to his fallen brothers
Beyond the Smorodina river.
Beyond Smorodina river
Golden moon is riding
On it's dashing stead
With the bow on it's back.
Ancestors' testaments in our good causes
In our blue-eyed children
In grain grower's hand & in farmer's plow
In swords sharp & friends faithful.
Funeral fires are burning
Smoke is belching out
They are leaving with the sun
Beyond the Smorodina river.
Rus is crying like an orphan
Burying her children
The flock of white swans
Is flying with the sun.
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