Текст песни Иван Петров - Речитатив и ария Руслана

On the field, the field ! Who are you
Is littered with the bones of the dead ?
Whose swift horse trampled on you
In the last hour of the bloody battle ?
Who you with the glory of fall ?
Whose heaven hear the prayers ?
Why , the field was quiet you
And overgrown grass of oblivion ?
Times of eternal darkness ,
Perhaps there is no salvation for me !
Times of eternal darkness ,
Perhaps there is no salvation for me !
Maybe silent hill
Quiet Ruslan put the coffin ,
And the strings loud accordions
They will not talk about it ,
And the strings loud accordions
They will not talk about it ,
They will not , will not talk about it !
They will not talk about it !