Текст песни АЛЕКСЕЙ ЛЫСИКОВ - Сказ об Иване Елагине

It was the custom of our ancestors -
To the east at dawn to be baptized.
And in trouble from the plow and arable land
Their winged Firebird.

From hunger - tighter belt,
With a wringed rag,
Went to a long search
From gentlemen - to the rise of Ivana

For a dream. And drunken braga
The blood of the stalkers blew up their veins,
Leading the Urals
On Amur, Kolyma and Lena.

The trails in the swamps are strewn with bones,
Then the drains irrigated
Discoverers of distant distant -
Walkers to the east of Russia.

And after visiting, they kept strictly
Mystery - those who scrub scrambled,
Who chopped in the way of spears ...
And the Firebird lived across the sea,

In a turquoise transparent bay,
In the one that in the dispute once issued
To them, brave, mighty Kutha,
Cross-eyed Kamchatka idol.

And the Firebird will sparkle with a lightning,
On a clear day, it will flare up across countries
But on the night locks the bird
Greedy Kutha in the volcano tent.

And, hiding from the alien eye,
In the tambourine, the shaman hounds his throat.
Day and night watchman Avacha
In the ocean there are three brother stones ...

But once led a band
To the death of shaman Kuthe
Russian navigator Ivan Elagin -
Log cabins set in the horseshoe bay.

And found the ships fairway
Between the stones in blue azure.
And the shaman fell into the crater
And the century smokes a pipe.

I would not believe in the belief
Every conjecture has a border,
Yes, I see, dropped feathers
In the bay that and my Firebird.

In the wonderful city, at the berths
Brighter, cleaner, I did not know the beauty.
And from here originates
In the infinity of my Russia ...

And if you take it on faith
What people say,
Fell in love with the Firebird North -
Day and night on the tundra wanders.