Текст песни Во Скорбях - Сироты

Fly-ka you let me in the morning raneshenko,
Yes, in the morning raneshenko at pozneshenko evenings,
And I'll meet you so sad, orphan,
Yes bitter orphan, but a small detinushka.

Desolate our zhive something zhivlenitse
The desolate horomnoe stroenitse
Everything stood still something we zaholodelo yes! ..

How bright morning rolled month,
As part of the stars of heaven with his lost -
So departed our swans are white.
So we spokidali dobryya parents!

Day by day, as the river flows,
We overcame great insult!
Day by day, as the river flows,
Oh, we broke the villainous sorrow!
From wind shatayasya in the open field,
From ukryvshisya not rain ...
Without spades, no defense -
One-alone - Orphans!

Desolate our zhive something zhivlenitse
The desolate horomnoe stroenitse
Everything stood still something we zaholodelo yes! ..

We have hired Kruchina poor head,
Yes fifteen to supply -
The supply is heavily loaded -
be transported great sorrow
In primeval forest but in the swamps! ..

How will a sovetny my podruzhenki,
How will a soul oh yeah red girl -
On ambulatory something go but on the merry merrymaking.
And I have something in sorrow at the little head
There will be something and legs hurt obutochki,
There will be something and shoulders of odetochki,
Winter is not to be sogrevanitsev,
Summer is not to be ukrashenitsev! ..