Векша - Святогор - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

With the first listening year in 2003, I have already thought that this non-libusurized hell can generally close the topic of Folka and tie with him.

But Mosk could stand.

Letters are attached:

"Oh, yes night is gray outside the window, and in the skies of the moon.

The child sleeps in an innocent sleep and in the cradle at the window.

The peasant woman is hung,

sprinkled sprayed

And the lullaby sings

Baubets His

"Milk to the bottom, soft loaf,

Little sun - eyes close.

There will be dreams rich - I will sing to you,

The kingdom is tried, which is in the native edge ...

Crying native land in reality ...

wind alarms, soup song my

you will hear how the earth shoes

Under the legs of ruthless dogs!

for native forests and fields

Slim ice awaits enemies!

Crusaders buried my cities

And they smoked the hardening of heaven!

They are as frantic pieces absorbed water,

I burned the Catholic Cross! "

The hut is old standing in the flicker of the moon

And in that hut, the child sleeps and sees her dreams

Hut old modest - muck, table and furnace

Over the cradle of the window weighs the father's sword

Pechenegs threatened the damned yoke, and the fires laid in the night,

Alebards flicker with iron fire, and rank swords on swords,

and rattle over the ground a merciless buran, arrows of Kalenh and Topot horses,

And the cold cliffs dropped into the fog waterfalls - avalanche of stones.

The Light Yarily is closed by the redeemed moon, and shrouded the shadow of the earth,

Prince a squad will behave for himself - for native forests and fields!

And the earth trembled from the hooves, lions cried on the crimsons!

Nobody! No one for anything to kill the spirit of freedom in Slavic blood! "