Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Вера моя не сломленна, тайны растают с ладаном

My field groundless
land was not plowed
life is not yet consummated
yes edge full of fear

lightning sharp blade
People with blood mixed
on a desert island
koschei roam with leshimi

My faith is not broken
mystery melt with incense
my soul is not fed
vultures instead of falling

shore boats molyatstsa
death of a purely personal matter
whether all the locks tunes
open keys violin

crossing over a cloud
Peploe so much soot in
youths took Vostrikovs
choir sang sermon

videtso clean clean
from far away so at dusk
on wooden quay
people are kept in hand.