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Paporotnik (Fern)

Lejsya, svet:
Krase-Zemle
S Vladykoj Nebes delit' venets
Noch'yu, kotoroj net.

Byl'yu skaz
Stal v ehtot chas,
Idu ya iskat' stranu legend
V tu noch', kotoroj net.

Tam
V sumrake teni
Pleshchet rodnik,
V travy-pleten'ya
Upal zvyozdnyj blik,
Ognennym tsvetom
V serdtse chashch tam tsvetyot paporotnik.

Skvoz'
Teni somnenij
Steblem pronik,
ZHarkim stremlen'em
Ros kazhdyj mig -
Ognennym tsvetom
V serdtse moyom tsvetyot paporotnik.

...

Plyashet lyud,
P'yut, poyut,
Vody reki nesut venki
Noch'yu, kotoroj net

I hranyat
V serdtse klad
Te, kto odnazhdy uznal sekret
Nochi, kotoroj net.

Tam
V sumrake teni
Pleshchet rodnik,
V travy-pleten'ya
Upal zvyozdnyj blik,
Ognennym tsvetom
V serdtse chashch tam tsvetyot paporotnik.

Skvoz'
Teni somnenij
Steblem pronik,
ZHarkim stremlen'em
Ros kazhdyj mig -
Ognennym tsvetom
V serdtse moyom tsvetyot paporotnik.


Translation

Let the light shine,
For Land-the-Beauty
To share the crown with the Lord of Heaven
At night that does not exist.

The tale came true
In this hour
I am going to look for the land of legends
That night that does not exist.

There
In the twilight shadows
The spring splashes,
In weaving grass
The star flare fell,
With fiery color
In the heart of the thickets, there fern blooms.



Through
The shadows of doubt
The stem has pierced,
With hot aspiration
It grew every moment -
With fiery color
Fern blooms in my heart.

...

People are dancing,
Drinking, singing,
River water carries wreaths
At night that does not exist

And they keep
The treasure at heart,
Those who once learned the secret
Of a night that does not exist.

There
In the twilight shadows
The spring splashes,
In weaving grass
Star flare fell,
With fiery color
In the heart of the thickets, there fern blooms.

Through
The shadows of doubt
The stem has pierced,
With hot aspiration
It grew every moment -
With fiery color
Fern blooms in my heart.



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