Текст песни Слово о полку Игореве - Плачь Ярославны

Over a wide bank of the Danube,
Above the great Galician land
Cries of Putivel glide,
Voice Yaroslavna young:
I turn around poor, cuckoo,
On the Danube - the river fly
And the sleeves trimmed with beaver,
Leaning in Kayala dip.
Fly away, dispelled the mists,
Slightly open eyes, Igor - Prince,
And the morning I bloody wounds,
Above powerful body leaning.
Far in Putivl on the visor,
Only dawn will the morning
Yaroslavna full of sadness
Like the cuckoo is calling on the Jurassic
What you wind angrily povevaesh
What clubs fog near the river
Arrows Polovtsian uplift
Mecheshsya them on Russian shelf
What you do not like it in the open
High fly under the cloud
Ships cherish in the blue sea
For koryumoyu wave flap
You're the enemy sowing boom
Only death veesh from height
Why oh why is my fun
The hobbling forever dispelled you
At dawn in Putivl wailing
Like the cuckoo wounded spring
Yaroslavna is calling young
On the wall sobbing City
Dnepr my glorious Stone Mountain
The lands Polovtsian you struck
Svyatoslav in the far reaches
Before polkoa Kobyakov wore
Vozleley same prince lord
Save on the far side
That I had forgotten tears now
To live it back to me
Far in Putivl on the visor
Only dawn will the morning
Yaroslavna full of sadness
Like the cuckoo is calling on the Jurassic
The sun three times brighter
With you every Privetnoye supplies
What are you swashbuckling army of Prince
On hot rays burned
And why are you in the wilderness, waterless
Under attack formidable polovchan
Thirst pulled together onion camp
Grief overwhelmed quiver.