Текст песни Хутор Яминский - Ходил гулял Добрынюшка по крутым горам

As we walked walked Dobrynyushka
the steep mountains of the wild steppes between three roads
between the Petersburg and Moscow third glorious Kiev
He proezzhival he svogo horse brown Bilonog sivogrivogo
but to meet him goes an old starushenka
full you drink so walking is not it time you go to court
birthmark tvogo is native father for a long time to live there
so your darling is native Mamenko all grown old
Young zhenёnochka all your faithful betrothed
not for the prince she did not let the master of the bitter drunkard for Popovic
I sat firmly Dobrynyushka thoughtful
goes forward on his horse darling storonushku