Текст песни Лора Бочарова — Финал Тридцатилетней войны

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This song, titled «Финал Тридцатилетней войны» by Лора Бочарова, captures the essence of late autumn. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a golden sunset, reminiscent of a rich, ship-borne rum. The bitter hop of late autumn draws closer, foreshadowing the January snowstorm that beautifully colors your whiskey, oh wandering traveler. The song reflects on the passage of time, the laughter and curses that have been exchanged, the worn-out leather soles and melted copper pipes. It questions whether pride has retained its original color, like the tapestries of Pyrrhic victories. The imagery of a spinning mill suggests that everything will be ground and transformed. The wind rushes over the shore, the door closes behind an unwelcome guest, and the steel feathers of a hawk ignite in the sunset’s rays. The lyrics also allude to the blending of blood and gunpowder in the dust, the captain’s command to cease fire, and the migration of cranes over the road of past wars. The road disappears into the mist and wormwood, escaping into the cloudless blue, while your old home remains open, abandoned. The song concludes with the tolling of the ninth hour, the pouring of ale into mugs, the return of faithful Hans to plump Berta, and the ship that has run aground. The windows will be open in April, and outside, the white smoke of blossoming cherries will bloom. The lyrics question the need to cling to the past and mend a tattered flag. Allies, friends, and foes lie satiated with steel and lead. The carriages have rumbled on the tracks, the taste of defeat bitter on the lips. October has bled its bitter juice; learn from it and find humility. The spinning mill continues to turn, grinding everything in its path. The wind rushes over the shore, the door closes behind an unwelcome guest, and the steel feathers of a hawk ignite in the sunset’s rays.