Song meaning of Лето и арбалеты (Leto i arbaleti) by Аким Апачёв (Akim Apachev)

Oh, "Лето и арбалеты" by Аким Апачёв, let's dissect this lyrical masterpiece, shall we? The song starts off with a promising image of summer and crossbows, because nothing screams fun in the sun like medieval weaponry, am I right? And apparently, some dude named Wagner is about to show up, probably on his trusty steed with a crossbow in hand, ready to party. But where is this place where coins are ringing and "ихтамнеты" (whatever that means) are dancing? I must be missing out on the latest craze.

In the first verse, our wanderlust-infused singer boasts about partying in Tripoli, Benghazi, Donbass, and Palmyra, like some sort of international club-hopping superstar. And hey, why stop there? Let's throw in some random armored bards, partisan Spartans, and monks who wander around. It's like a history lesson on steroids! But fear not, my friends, for the orchestra has arrived, and they're ready to trample their two legs into battle boots. I can only imagine the melodic chaos that ensues.

The chorus repeats the highly intellectual combination of summer and crossbows, while the enigmatic Wagner continues his quest to take over the dance floor. And of course, somewhere in the mystical realm where coins are clinking, these "ихтамнеты" creatures are busting a move. If only we could all experience the ecstasy of dancing with imaginary beings, oh what a world it would be!

The second verse takes us on yet another adventure, as our protagonist embarks on yet another journey with a guy named Illushin. I assume Illushin is like the Uber of unconventional transportation. But wait, it seems Brünnhilde has invited him for a hunting trip. Because nothing screams romance like slaying wild animals together, right? Caravans are running, greetings are exchanged, and they're all chugging down some exotic beverage called maté to get in the mood. Then we have drumming, shooing away hookahs, and something about bandits preparing arrows while caressing their fingers and preserving calcium. Classic bandit behavior, really.

The bridge brings us back to the riveting combination of summer and crossbows. Seriously, this song can't get enough of this deadly mix. And guess what? Wagner is still making his grand entrance, like a deity of dangerous weapons. Who needs sunscreen and a fruity cocktail when you can have armored opera singers and a quiver full of arrows, right?

And just in case you hadn't caught on to the central theme of this lyrical gem, the chorus slaps us in the face again with the unbreakable bond between summer and crossbows, continuing Wagner's relentless pursuit of the ultimate dance party. So, dear listeners, next time you're enjoying the summer sun, remember to bring your crossbow and be on the lookout for Wagner. You never know when a group of "ихтамнеты" might crash the party and dance their hearts out. It's a brave new world out there, my friends. Bravo, Аким Апачёв, bravo!