Sabañ. Movement

A song about strange love.
“Sabañ. Movement"

The Helshi sing of warriors - and I sing about the road,
Long and bright, warmed by the yellowest circle of the sun,
Where birds chirp and dew flows slowly through the grass,
The wind rustles here in the leaves and quickly runs away into the distance.
We have heard about peoples living closer to the north,
The sea lay between us and them; deep sea -
Who would be brave? Brave and courageous... so reckless
To swim across it? Hardly from the Djeart tribe
(I know) someone like this would be found; but people are different. And before
It happened that they surprised us. Now - and even more so.

“Ἆρ' ἀπὸ τοῦ Βορρᾶ ἐστέ? “You came from the north, right?” —
My friend asked this to his tall, light-maned husband.
“Ἐσμέν,” he answered briefly; After a little hesitation, he added:
Φόλλοι ἐσμέν. Καὶ Ῥετσᾱνοί,” he shook his head and
He pointed to his brown-haired friends with his hand. Fouls?
The same... rechans? We have never met such names.

“Why did you cross the deep stormy waters?” —
I wanted to ask them. But I also knew -
The Judge will ask them the same thing. And my heart said this:
“I can endure a little longer.” And it didn’t deceive.

The sun rose into the sky and rushed up into the clouds,
Hid in them, where Azura's traces were still visible, and
The grains of sand illuminated, shining in the clods of earth. Our
The journey was about to end: the smell of wood smoke
He quietly whispered to us about it. Quiet, barely audible
The echo of muffled voices, where everything, even more, was mixed up:
Joy and grief, sorrow and hope, anxiety and clarity
Hearts - and ringing, bright, close, strange sounds
I certainly won’t confuse it with anything. Never - I know for sure.

Here! - faces are approaching. And many of them are familiar to me;
Our people, suddenly seeing so many here, and again
They sank in fear at once. Funny, I don't blame them:
Although we are immensely proud of our appearance, we know:
Sharp claws and long fangs, the whiteness of both alvam and
They shout to people and doors: “there is danger here!” And they are right.

Voice of the Judge! Sounds so much like an igar^[1]Iɠār (j.). A Geart musical instrument resembling a horn., growl
Throats it. Having heard, everyone immediately parted - and
He came up. “Τίνες ἐστέ? “And who are you?” - he asked.
The people were completely confused - and then the bravest of them said:
“Δήμω γ' έκ τοῦ Βορρᾶ ἐσμέν. Ὅδε Φολλάνδρες καὶ
Ἄνθρωποι ἐκ Ῥετσᾱνῶν λᾱοῦ,” stuttering twice.
"Ἀλλ' ἐπὶ τῷ τὸν λάβρον καὶ ταραχώδην πόντον,
Ὦ ἄνδρες, διαπεπλεύκατε?” - The Judge asked a new question.
“Why did you cross the deep stormy sea?”
They were more mingled than before and were speechless:
“Ναῦς ἡμῶν...” was the only thing we could hear in their words.
“Οὐκ ὀρθή ὁδός...” - this is from a husband with a wild mane
We got it. “The ship is ours... the path is wrong,” they sounded
These are the words from their mouths. And then suddenly the Judge smiled.
“I see that they need rest,” he turned to us this time, “
I ask you a favor: take our guests away
Add to hot water and wash thoroughly. Consider:
Azurshekh brought new friends to us. And to our friends, how
Everyone knows that you shouldn’t need anything.” And I know:
Others, perhaps, wanted to argue, but who would dare?

After all, as you know, words are spewed out by the Judge’s larynx
The pack of heavenly leader -
Blessed Azur.