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PER SEPULCRA LYRICS
"Lay To Rest" (2006 Demo)
1. Lay To Rest
2. Insignia White
3. Storm After The Calm
1. Lay To Rest
Original in Russian
Äî ñâèäàíüÿ, äðóã ìîé, äî ñâèäàíüÿ.
Ìèëûé ìîé, òû ó ìåíÿ â ãðóäè.
Ïðåäíàçíà÷åííîå ðàññòàâàíüå
Îáåùàåò âñòðå÷ó âïåðåäè.
Äî ñâèäàíüÿ, äðóã ìîé, áåç ðóêè, áåç ñëîâà,
Íå ãðóñòè è íå ïå÷àëü áðîâåé,-
 ýòîé æèçíè óìèðàòü íå íîâî,
Íî è æèòü, êîíå÷íî, íå íîâåé.
(Englisch Translation)
Good bye, my friend, good bye.
My dear one, you are inside my chest.
This predestined parting,
Promises a reunion ahead.
Good bye, my friend, without a handshake, without a word,
Do not get sad or show sorrow with your eyebrows,
Dying is nothing new in this life,
But living, of course, isn't novel either.
2. Insignia White
Original in Russian
Ñëåçû... îïÿòü ýòè ãîðüêèå ñëåçû,
Áåçîòðàäíàÿ ãðóñòü è ïå÷àëü;
Ñíîâà ìðàê... è ðàçáèòûå ãðåçû
Óíåñëèñü â áåñêîíå÷íóþ äàëü.
×òî æå äàëüøå? Îïÿòü ýòè ìóêè?
Íåò, äîâîëüíî... Ïîðà îòäîõíóòü
È çàáûòü ýòè ãðóñòíûå çâóêè,
Óæ è òàê èñòîìèëàñÿ ãðóäü.
Êòî ïîåò òàì ïîä ñåíüþ áåðåçû?
Çâóêè áóäòî çíàêîìûå ìíå -
Ýòî ñëåçû îïÿòü... Ýòî ñëåçû
È òîñêà ïî ðîäíîé ñòîðîíå.
Íî âåäü ÿ æå íà ðîäèíå ìèëîé,
À â ñëåçàõ èñòîìèë ñâîþ ãðóäü.
Ýõ... ëèøü, âèäíî, â õîëîäíîé ìîãèëå
ß çàáûòüñÿ ìîãó è çàñíóòü.
(Englisch Translation)
Tears... again these bitter tears,
For broken dreams that flew far away,
For dreaded sadness that nothing cheers,
For new darkness, that nothing keeps at bay.
What is to come? More such torment?
No, its enough... It is time to rest, let go,
And to forget the sounds of lament,
A heart is full and can stand it no more.
Who is singing in the shade of the birch tree?
The sounds are familiar— the tears again...
These tears are for my homeland and to me
They are full of longing, worry and pain.
I am in my beloved country; yet, my grave-
Heart languishes in tears, I weep...
Now it seems that only in a cold grave
I will be able to forget and find some sleep.
3. Storm After The Calm
Original in Russian
Íå æàëåþ, íå çîâó, íå ïëà÷ó,
Âñå ïðîéäåò, êàê ñ áåëûõ ÿáëîíü äûì.
Óâÿäàíüÿ çîëîòîì îõâà÷åííûé,
ß íå áóäó áîëüøå ìîëîäûì.
Òû òåïåðü íå òàê óæ áóäåøü áèòüñÿ,
Ñåðäöå, òðîíóòîå õîëîäêîì.
È ñòðàíà áåðåçîâîãî ñèòöà
Íå çàìàíèò øëÿòüñÿ áîñèêîì.
Äóõ áðîäÿæèé! Òû âñå ðåæå, ðåæå
Ðàñøåâåëèâàåøü ïëàìåíü óñò.
Î, ìîÿ óòðà÷åííàÿ ñâåæåñòü,
Áóéñòâî ãëàç è ïîëîâîäüå ÷óâñòâ.
ß òåïåðü ñêóïåå ñòàë â æåëàíüÿõ.
Æèçíü ìîÿ, èëü òû ïðèñíèëàñü ìíå?
Ñëîâíî ÿ âåñåííåé ãóëêîé ðàíüþ
Ïðîñêàêàë íà ðîçîâîì êîíå.
Âñå ìû, âñå ìû â ýòîì ìèðå òëåííû,
Òèõî ëüåòñÿ ñ êëåíîâ ëèñòüåâ ìåäü…
Áóäü æå òû âîâåê áëàãîñëîâåííî,
×òî ïðèøëî ïðîöâåñòü è óìåðåòü.
(Englisch Translation)
No regret I feel, no pain, no sorrow,
Blossom blows away, a song is sung.
Overcome by autumn gold, tomorrow
I myself shall be no longer young.
You'll not throb, heart, as before, but tremble,
Feeling chills that you have not yet known.
In bare feet you shall no more be tempted
Through the birch-print countryside to roam.
Roving spirit, ever now less often
Do you rouse a flame upon my lips.
Freshness I have lost, keen looks forgotten,
Feelings running at full flood I miss.
I'm austerer now in my desiring.
Life, were you real, or of fancy born?
It's as if in spring I've been out riding
On a pink horse in the vibrant dawn.
In this world of ours we all are mortal,
Copper leaves from maples gently slide…
Ever blest was I to be accorded
Time for blossoming before I died.
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