Текст песни Духи Предков - Мать

Oh, you mother-yearning, grief-gorevdn'ice,
Tell me, tell me, do you tell me,
In the production, how you come out you,
As szhivaetsya people you are with light ...

You're a snake crawling in the grass,
Brown hawk beat you with sky
Brown hawk beat you with sky
Grey wolf ryschesh whether on the field.

Al Gore-you mighty hero?
We leave you with me by force,
We leave you with a retinue,
Traveled to fight to the death!

Come, come, my good fellow,
Unwise to utter the word.
Not a snake crawling I do not kite,
From the skies I do not hit.

I go out I'm a red girl,
I stand in the goblet-belt bow.
You will drink goblet-otumanishsya,
Otumanishsya-dropped his sword ...