"Енеїда" Котляревського (ч.51) 🤴 Латин чекає гостей | Rock, Folk rock, Festival anthem

It's already the fifty-first chapter - and this chapter turned out to be truly explosive. This time I took an excerpt about the arrival of ambassadors to Latin, about preparations for the feast, the scope, noise, feasting and ostentatious grandeur. I turned all this into an energetic, fast rock track with a Carpathian festival vibe: driving electric guitars, powerful drums, a crazy rhythm, choral shouts, a violin with a folk character and the mood of a great mountain party. This is music to which you want to shout along with the chorus, dance and catch adrenaline. Kotlyarevsky's text here sounded defiant, festive and a little rebellious - exactly how it suits this scene from "Aeneid". I tried to preserve the spirit of the original and at the same time give it new life in a modern sound. Thank you to each of you who listens, supports, leaves likes, comments and shares this cycle. Without you, this journey would not have happened. Turn it on, listen at full volume and write how you like this part - it's really important to me. Let's go further. "Aeneid" continues. 🔥🎸 Song lyrics: Latin was just told, That there are ambassadors from Aeneas, And they sat down with bread, with salt, And they brought gifts, They want Latin to bow down, To get to know and make friends, As Latin shouted: "Let me in! I don't shy away from bread And I'm fraternizing with good people. Here's a beast pounced on the hunter!" He ordered to clean up here right now The living rooms, the barns, the courtyard of revenge; To plant a crouching tree in the courtyard, To put up various tapestries And to knock out the royal house; Perhaps he called Amata, So that she could give him advice, How best to clean, Where, how to cover with carpets And pick up the flowers to bloom. He sent a messenger to the priest, To buy paintings, And also various provisions, So that there was something to eat and drink. Renske with curdimon was born And beer turns black with lemon, The sivushki are almost not from the bottom; Where the oxen, calves, Rams, sheep, piglets did not take; Latin got ready, as if for a holiday. Here they brought paintings Works of the first masters, Tsar Goroch's reign, Portraits of all the rich: How Alexander to Tsar Porus Gived good chlorine with his army; How the monk Mamaia was beaten; How Ilya Muromets walks, How he beats the Polovtsians, drives them away, - How he defended Pereyaslov; How Bova and Polkan got along, How they made each other mad; How the Nightingale-Khartsyz got married, How Zheliznyak walked in Poland. The patret was the Frenchman Kartush, Against him stood Garkusha, And Vanka-Kain in front. And they bought all sorts of things, They plastered all the walls with them; Latin looked at their beauty! Latin, having thus furnished his house, He looked around everything in the houses, Going around the lamps, the porches, Choose his clothes: He turned around in an oilcloth cloak, He buttoned himself with a tin button, He took a hat on his head; He bought new boots for his feet And took gloves from the closet, He puffed up like a burdock on a fire.