Текст песни Ярославна, королева Франции - Жажда уставших коней

Thirst tired horses
Yes quench grain.
Thirst burned fields
Yes quench sowing.
Yes overshadow silence
Heart ravaged by fear and anger,
How to overshadow birch
Paternal house.

Hot tears our
Will form dew on the meadows.
Will form dew on the meadows,
High rise grass.
And thorns ashes,
And tighten the wound,
And forgive us our offense
The soul is in heaven.

And who is the fate of the white light to pass,
And find love, and trouble does not know.
And who is the fate of a fire in the wilderness,
Do not escape, can not escape, not stop.