Нателла Болтянская - Фараон - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“Pharaoh, let my people go From under the hail of bloody sweat To the path of deprivation, anxiety and adversity From the blows of the guard’s whips. Our truth is on this path, We will sow deserted fields. Let go, Pharaoh, let go!” - And silence in response to Moses. But the prophet, without bowing his head, accepted the royal answer without fear, and the morning of the first Egyptian execution arose over the sinful land. Century after century fell on a circle, Only the form of refusal changed: From the stoves of the pharaoh's servants To the sapper blades of special forces. I haven’t been into miracles for a long time, But I’m afraid that over this country in the morning the skies will suddenly be filled with the notorious Egyptian darkness. Pharaoh, let my people go!..