Текст песни Вадим Цыплаков - Плач Ярославны

Crows flew in clouds over the field
Svyatoslav's army was returning from the battle.
And looking at the field, sitting alone
The princess was waiting for her husband in a tall mansion.

Before her, the squad fell to their knees.
The prince was hacked to death in the field of the Pechenegs.
Having circled the squad with blue eyes,
And tears fell to the ground in pearls.

Centuries will fly by like tears like hail.
There are no Pechenegs, there is no Tsarigrad either.
But it happens, in the morning, birches rustle,
And princely tears are visible on the leaves.