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Lyrics of this song was written on Russian
by Dmitry Sumarokov
(Riga, Latvia)
for the Innocent Marpl
Project and translated on Even
(Tungus, Lamut)
by Alexey Burykin, Dr. Philologiae.
Evens is small Tribe from Eastern Siberia with a population of 17,499.
Imagine,
that the Scriptus
has a certain sense
and true does not lie.
Then leaves - John Donn was right
when told: everything,
that speaks Samson,
a lie can appear,
but the same words
in lips of Jesus Christ
are true, as true the nail
was hammering in his palm.
And - by the way -
till now nobody saw
John Donn, the poet - preacher,
cutting bushes of a dogrose
within the limits of Paradise,
and did not see him in the Bottom,
Darkest World.
Whence follows,
that for the priest-hero
are constructed separate halls,
in where
- from age per age -
in glory of true wandered
his soul,
homeless and weak,
Amen.
Click here for the story and photos of Innocent's Old Fiddle
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