Отрывок - Птица Гамаюн - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

That flew to us, sat on the tree and began to sing a bird. And every feather is different and shines with different colors, and it became in the night, as day. And she sings songs, (calling) to the fight and battles, and we go to fight with enemies. Here the cow Zemun goes to the blue field, and it begins to give the grass to the grass and give milk, and it flows the milk in the wake of heaven, and the stars shining on us in the night. And we see that milk that shines us, and this is the path of the rule, but we should not have anyone. Hear, the descendant, (song) of glory and keep in your heart Rus, which is and will breathe our land. And we must defend her from enemies and die for it, as a day dies without the sun - Surgei. Then the darkness comes and comes evening, and the evening dies - the night comes. And in the night, Werez goes in Svarga in the Heavenly Moloka, and goes to his draws, and the star gates sits down. Our fathers and mothers - glory who taught us to honor our gods and led by the hand of the rules. So we walked and were not tramplers, but only the Slavs, the Rus, which the gods sing and therefore are the essence of the Slavs.