The rite. Обряд

Эквиритмический (с сохранением ритма и размера) перевод песни фолк-рок группы Мельница «Обряд» с русского языка на английский.

There’s no skies nor blue oceans at all.
Shiny world’s swept with smothery dust,
And the scariest thing is the fall
Of the world into hatred and lust.
Yet the ghosts of the past...

He, who’s chasing snowstorms
From the land of the lightnings,
Is the only one meant
To step over the edge.
May you fly through the scorns
From the deep oceans’ bindings
And do find a decent
Key for tightly closed cage!
Find a key for her tightly closed cage...

If I happened to have lived two lives,
I would love Silver prince, sad and sane.
He would ramble in ice streams for miles
Or the hottest of suns would he tame.
Would his bridle be gold...

He, who’s chasing snowstorms
From the land of the lightnings,
Is the only one meant
To step over the edge.
May you fly through the scorns
From the deep oceans’ bindings
And do find a decent
Key for tightly closed cage!
Once it’s open – please, grab...

Grab and carry me fast!
May the world stay behind.
The bowstring of grass sings the songs of the bells.
Grab and carry me fast!
Shiny gold wings make blind,
But the red blood on sleeves
Always stays...

On the highest dark rock overseas
Wingy serpent is knitting a chain.
Any kind of nice jewel there is...
Wingy serpent is waiting in vain.
He’s awaiting the one, the betrothed,
Whose wounds do have their worth...

He, who’s chasing snowstorms
From the land of the lightnings,
Is the only one meant
To step over the edge.
May you fly through the scorns
From the deep oceans’ bindings
And do find a decent
Key for tightly closed cage,
Where so lonesome, my heart is imprisoned!
I’m a transparent jar
With a small candle lit.
We’re the two outlaws!
Fall from skies, dark and crimson,
And unstick me from here...
This is gods’ stringent writ!
This is nature’s and gods’ stringent writ!
Listen to the divine utmost writ...

20.02.2021