Текст песни Вилы - Дочь степей

D5 A5

As the sky walk herds clouds

          G5 D5

Their herdsmen - voluntary prairie wind.

Driven dolgogrivyh swift horses,

That night sypyat sparks from the horseshoes.

 

                G5 D5

Where grass green sky stele at his feet,

            G5 D5

Pure gold and sparkling river flow,

               Am G5 D5

They left their native steppes forever

          Am G5 D5

Those who decline to whip drove fate.

 

There are burning embers eyes, but all the hot,

Disobedient and stubborn daughter steppes.

Squinting at the sky, as if seeing in the sky

What draws kite wings on blue.

 

The one who was waiting at night sitting by the fire,

For some, his taut braid rasplela,

It is the road to your canopy is not found,

With your brothers in the upper left steppe.

 

Not accustomed to bend his back and under the foreign whip,

Become a bird of evil Polona fly.

Only vulture circling over thy head,

Will the stroke of black wings of your destiny.