Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Вещая судьба , by - Александр Маршал. Song from the album Парусник, in the genre Русский рокRelease date: 31.12.1999
Record label: United Music Group
Song language: Russian language
Вещая судьба(original) |
| Заплутал, не знаю где… |
| Чудо чудное глядел: |
| По холодной, по воде, |
| В грязном рубище |
| Через реку, через миг |
| Брёл, как посуху, старик — |
| То ли в прошлом его лик, |
| То ли в будущем… |
| А замёрзшая межа, |
| А метели всё кружат… |
| Я глазами провожал, |
| Слышал сердца стук. |
| Одинока и горба, |
| Не моя ли шла судьба? |
| Эх, спросить бы… Да губа |
| Онемела вдруг… |
| Полем, полем, полем, |
| Белым, белым полем дым. |
| Волос был чернее смоли — |
| Стал седым. |
| Полем, полем, полем, |
| Белым, белым полем дым. |
| Волос был чернее смоли — |
| Стал седым. |
| А старик всё шёл, как сон, |
| По пороше босиком, |
| То ли вдаль за горизонт, |
| То ли в глубь земли… |
| И чернела высота, |
| И снежинки, петь устав, |
| На его ложились стан, |
| Да не таяли… |
| Вдруг в звенящей тишине |
| Обернулся он ко мне, |
| И мурашки по спине |
| Ледяной волной — |
| На меня смотрел… и спал… |
| — Старче, кто ты? |
| — закричал, |
| А старик захохотал, |
| Сгинув с глаз долой. |
| Полем, полем, полем, |
| Белым, белым полем дым. |
| Волос был чернее смоли — |
| Стал седым. |
| Не поверил бы глазам, |
| Отписал бы всё слезам, |
| Может, всё, что было там, |
| Померещилось… |
| Но вот в зеркале, друзья, |
| Вдруг его увидел я. |
| Видно, встреча та моя |
| Всё же вещая. |
| Полем, полем, полем, |
| Белым, белым полем дым. |
| Волос был чернее смоли — |
| Стал седым. |
| Полем, полем, полем, |
| Белым, белым полем дым. |
| Волос был чернее смоли — |
| Стал седым. |
| (translation) |
| Lost, I don't know where... |
| Wonderful miracle looked: |
| On cold, on water, |
| In dirty rags |
| Across the river, in a moment |
| Wandered like dry land, old man - |
| Whether in the past his face, |
| Is it in the future... |
| And the frozen border |
| And the blizzards keep circling... |
| I followed my eyes |
| Heard the beat of the heart. |
| Lonely and humpback |
| Was it not my destiny? |
| Oh, I would like to ask ... Yes, lip |
| Numb suddenly... |
| Field, field, field |
| White, white field smoke. |
| Hair was blacker than pitch - |
| Became gray. |
| Field, field, field |
| White, white field smoke. |
| Hair was blacker than pitch - |
| Became gray. |
| And the old man went on like a dream, |
| By powder barefoot, |
| Or far beyond the horizon, |
| Or in the depths of the earth ... |
| And blackened height |
| And snowflakes, tired to sing, |
| They lay down on him, |
| Don't melt... |
| Suddenly in the ringing silence |
| He turned to me |
| And goosebumps on the back |
| ice wave - |
| Looked at me ... and slept ... |
| - Elder, who are you? |
| - shouted |
| And the old man laughed |
| Lost out of sight. |
| Field, field, field |
| White, white field smoke. |
| Hair was blacker than pitch - |
| Became gray. |
| Wouldn't believe my eyes |
| I would write everything to tears, |
| Maybe everything that was there |
| I dreamed… |
| But in the mirror, friends, |
| Suddenly I saw him. |
| It can be seen that my meeting |
| Still prophetic. |
| Field, field, field |
| White, white field smoke. |
| Hair was blacker than pitch - |
| Became gray. |
| Field, field, field |
| White, white field smoke. |
| Hair was blacker than pitch - |
| Became gray. |