Текст песни Крыница - Как во диком полюшке

As in the wild Polyushko , but in predatory chaschushke ,
Good fellow died in the mountain of his mother ,
And his soul is light , flew into the clouds ,
Only in the house of no man Bole .

Black River flowing into the land of the Mother ,
Hijacking crow to SVYATOGOR - priest ,
A candle burns in the house on the son for sweet ,
Only the song flies in the dull edge .