Текст песни Наталия Власова - Настасья

As Nastasya accompanied Peter on war
Not sobbing without moaning and crying
Braided tight plait, eyes downcast
And he prayed for the icon with pale face

There were fights, worse than death, on home soil
Do not come to something long lead on Peter
And the river under an old Nastya before dawn
Asks the Blessed Virgin: save husband

Night began to endless days still long
Pounding on the window boxes in villages
And envelope with a letter a treasury Nastya waited too
Inform your husband Peter went missing

She wept bitterly heart, young wife
And salty tears filled her eyes oh
Look at the icons Nastya, do not hide the pain
Toll pray for the health, roofing for the peace

For more than half a century, so the last war
Well, everything is waiting for Peter, with Nastassja summer to winter
Do not call her a widow, even in old age
Her memory of the warm tent light