Alexander Matochkin
An old epic song about the healing of Ilya Muromets
May 2021
(Live sound)
Alexander Matochkin:
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Translation:
A thundercloud was moving in from the east
Fish in the sea hid in depth from this cloud
Animals in the forests hid under the trees from this cloud
Three eagles flew out of this cloud
They hit the ground and turned into poor old men
They have coats on their shoulders,
On their feet they have worn-out bast shoes,
They had canes in their hands.
Their path lay in Murom
Old people walk along the road, play and dance
On the outskirts of Murom there is a dilapidated wretched house
Crows fly through the gate
Sparrows fly through the fence
A good fellow sits in a black house
He is holding a book
The old gates slammed, the floors creaked, the guests entered the house
They play and dance
They say words like they blow a trumpet:
"Hello, famous and glorious hero,
Hello, Ilya Muromets!"
(en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ilya_Mu...)
The good fellow furrowed his eyebrows:
“Who are you calling a hero, isn’t it me, a poor and sick non-walking person?
I'm sitting on the bench motionless, offended most of all"
The old people say, as if blowing a trumpet:
"According to our great desire, according to God's command,
Rejoice Ilya's zealous heart!
Swing, mighty arms!
Take a walk, frisky legs!
Then joy overtook Ilya
Ilya began to walk on the floor of the house
He began to trample the floor with his bare feet.
The floor under Ilya began to sag, unable to withstand his heroic strength ...
Having danced, Ilya bowed to the guests:
"You have done a miracle on me,
You made me a bogatyr (hero)
(en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bogatyr)
Sirs, where are you going, where do you live?”
In response, the winds roared, as if hands fell on the strings ...
The house has become wider than the sky
And the guests turned into eagles and flew away under a blue cloud
Calling each other with an eagle scream ...