Текст песни Красно Солнце - Куница

Not afraid marten creaking floorboards,
not afraid of the rustle of a bird's wing.
Polovtsi lightning went out to get drunk
key a little water.
Blow crow funeral in the horizon,
feel a new day,
vsedovlasy warrior near the stream in the field
He leaned on his bludgeon,
Yes stood stone!

Captured Brusnytsya not sports night
I went on the field
to Razdolnoe capitals.
Oh why flying steppe
and poultry you
to the forest boundary.
Head conquered,
each stem and root
steppe and gray dust,
here propevlas forest-eye!
All refer to the dust!
Yes zastynte stone!

Hurried marten hide in the woods,
but I looked the trees, the rivers in the face
Swollen spell relenitsey,
round dance!
Where you nice coats of wind
and a cloud of white fur.
Well, get a generous tribute from us,
mantle of wet moss! Then zastynte stone!