Текст песни О.Сапегин-Ю.Вихарева. Исполняет Екатерина Пономарева. - Плач Весты

The pain was chest,
Like the River Loda,
Deep sigh
Mount does not give.

On a wreath, mine
Black spikelets.
Glowing fire
Heart from longing.

Under my window
Horse hoof beats.
I know about one thing:
Cute will not come.

Stone stands wall:
Holds the Earth - Mother.
I have your wife
Never become.

Red poppies color
In braid not
Before Skonchania Years
Pain in yourself carry.

Do not fall to the shoulders,
By the fact that the roads.
You fell from the sword
Evil Spord.

Horse Your Voronev
Siek Head.
Was not wife
Became a widow.

Do not wear a ring
I am wedding.
Behind my porch
I am waiting for the sadness of me.

And Yaril Light
Sticks the blades.
Yes on poppies color
The pain lay down.