Текст песни Стрибожи Внуци - Василёк

Vasilek Field, you - the eyes of Russia native!
In a sad hour
You will hear my sadness, take it soon in the distance
From longing.
Where the warrior fell in battle,
Are you growing on whose trouble?
Il specify me
My bitter fate?

Vasileuk Field, Sineau's brother's brother!
Oh you!
Tell me, dear, what will happen to me?
Oh you!
You tell, in what edge
I'm clouded?
And in his native side
Destined to stay me?

Vasilek Field, the song you are your naughty!
Oh you!
Sleep about wind and rain, I spit me about crude land!
Oh you!
Spit about herbs and dumbers
And about those who are steady
Honor their covered in the distance
From the side of the party.
Spit about those who fell in battle
For the land of Russian his
And whose closed forever
Vasilkovy eyes.