Текст песни Николай Римский-Корсаков - То не соколы

It was not the falcons that flew into the skies,
Good fellows gathered for fun,
They drove out into the open field,
They zealously amused their heart.

In an open field, they hunted the beast,
They crushed the opponents with a horse.
No one has any protection from the fellows,
All their enemies are beaten around.

Such is the reprisal living among the fellows,
For the reprisal eh this eternal glory to them!
Glory to them forever!