Moscow Grove
And, sometimes hearing the voice of ancestors calling,
Like a gray forest bird from distant ages,
I fly to you, Moscow Grove.
Like a gray forest bird from distant ages,
I fly to you, Moscow Grove.
Down an unassuming path,
I make my way to the stream,
Where the grass is high,
Where the thickets are denser.
Like deer on their knees,
I drink your sacred
Spring-water truth,
Moscow Grove
Like deer on their knees,
I drink your sacred
Spring-water truth,
Moscow Grove.
By the tall birches, warming my heart,
I'll carry away with me, to comfort those who live,
Your treasured melody, miraculous melody,
Moscow Grove, Moscow Grove
Your treasured melody, miraculous melody,
Moscow Grove, Moscow Grove.
Your treasured melody, miraculous melody,
Moscow Grove, Moscow Grove.
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You can listen to the song via the link:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/hEHxHG5wQyjZjg
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Серёга Губанов 16.03.2025 04:28 Заявить о нарушении
Your image of the "grove floating in the air," inspired by the Patriarchal Bridge, resonates deeply with me. This mystical and nostalgic essence is precisely what I aimed to capture in the song - the feeling that our roots from the past hover above us like specters from old times.
"The grove, metaphorically speaking, floats in the air" perfectly encapsulates the metaphysical quality I sought to express through the melody and lyrics.
The images of the "gray forest bird" and "drinking the sacred truth" remind me of the importance of maintaining a connection with nature and our ancestors.
Your words inspire me to continue exploring deeper themes and creating poems that evokes such vivid imagery and emotions.
With gratitude,
Larissa
Лариса Сенегал 16.03.2025 05:16 Заявить о нарушении