Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Конец русской былины

Fm Bm C
 That is not in the wind moans,
Fm Bm C
 That storm is not crying bitterly,
G # C #
 That nation buries itself,
Bm C7
 The mountain dances, jumps into the mountain.
 
The sad choir chimes
 Sweep away the requiem
 Russian endless moans,
 Full of grief and resentment.

Pala older Power,
 Pal eagle dream Slavic,
 Pali our honor and glory,
 Faith Christian Church.

 Shine flock waves of the Bosphorus,
Month shines over Sofia,
 But the door of the cathedral in Istanbul
Once again closed for Russia.
 
In the mud trampled velvet banners.
 In the Host silent funeral feast.
 Again, we are waiting for the Vikings
 For tormented homeland.

That is not in the wind moans,
 That storm is not crying bitterly.
 That is not in the wind moans,
 That storm is not crying bitterly.