Текст песни Бальмонт Константин - В глухие дни

IN THE DEAN DAYS
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In the dead days of Boris Godunov,
In the darkness of the Russian cloudy country,
Crowds of people wandered homeless
And at night two moons rose.

Two suns shone from the sky in the morning
Looking with ferocity at the dolny world.
And a lingering cry: "Bread! Bread! Bread!"
From the darkness of the woods he strove to the king.

The streets are withered skeletons
We nibbled greedily on the stunted grass,
Like cattle - brutalized and naked,
And dreams came true in reality.

Rotten coffins,
They gave the living a stinking hellish bread,
They found hay in the mouth of the dead,
And every house was a gloomy nativity scene.

Towers fell from storms and whirlwinds,
And heaven, hiding among the triple clouds,
Suddenly they lit up with a red light,
Showing the battle of the unearthly armies.

Unseen birds flew
Eagles soared screaming over Moscow,
At the crossroads, silently, the elders waited,
Shaking her gray head.

Death and malice wandered among the people,
Seeing the comet, the earth trembled.
And these days Demetrius rose from the grave,
I moved my spirit to Otrepiev.