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Written by Kozlov I.D. Prelude. Fast. Choir: We are the hunters, shooting and riding, Catching the game, our life is exciting. Our horses are fast And we know the road dust and so... Blow the Bugles! Part 1. The dusty roads of Empire. Fast. Young voice: Through the forest through the thicket Go my horse, I need your skill. Somebody thinks that I'm wicked: I'm the hunter but I don't kill. So, through the forest, through the thicket. See the light in giant trees. The sun is high, the wood is living, I hear the buzzing of the bees! And... Blow the Bugles! Part 2. Rest near fire. Very Slow. Experienced old voice: The night has come. We need the rest. You will sleep and I'll do my best. I'll guard your dreams from beasts of night, You shouldn't trouble. You should sleep tight... The mist has fallen on the grass, The mist is covering your eyes, But your guards mustn't lie - The beasts are hiding nearby. Part 3. Night beasts dance. Instrumental. Part 4. Rays of smiling sun. Slow. Experienced old voice together with young : The night has gone and rays of sun will wake your mind, and now the air is hot and burning, and listen... Here comes the morning! Part 5. The glory of the noble. Fast. Choir: Away from the forests in joy of daylight, We gallop to fields, to the glorious life. Full of good hopes, breathing the wind, Soon we will be at the court of the king! We saved many lives, we did our job, We're ready to gathers rewards. The bugles and horns are blowing for us, Like a wonderful chord, Like a chord! Like a chord! Approximate playing time is 15 min.  (C)1996, Iliya Kozlov  | |||
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