Текст песни Калевала - не пропади..

On the carpet of dead leaves,
On the road in the spring
Spread a clean cloth -
Come to my table
Those whose heart has claimed thunderstorm!
Hear, beats thunder ..
I've been looking into his eyes,
Where the rain is now my home.
Beating heart gentler wind
What whispered road.
Goreme past dressed
I wandered among the rocks ..
Looking up, melted
Naughty mist in the distance,
I told him my own sister
In despair in the blood.
Bypassing the skies over the edge,
Where not relieve anxiety.
If you want to talk with the stones,
Learn to be silent.
If you want to know the way,
I must know where to go.
Do not betray their liberty,
Druzhe my not be gone!
Do not be gone!
You are my child good,
Give me a hug!
The logs thrown cold oven -
I'm a bad mother to you ..
Bypassing the skies over the edge,
Where not relieve anxiety.
If you want to talk with the stones,
Learn to be silent.
If you want to know the way,
I must know where to go.
Do not betray their liberty,
Druzhe my not be gone!
Do not be gone!