Текст песни Виктор Попов - Жанна Д'Арк

Still cold fog
The smell of burning and the bitterness of annoyance.
Joan of Arc, don't take Orleans -
Let yourself drown in the siege.

Like lightning, your sword is sharp
The white horse, like lightning, is fast.
Only, Jeanne, then after all the fire,
Flames, soot and sparks.

Jeanne, Jeanne, stay with me.
I am your bridegroom, your slave and servant ...
Jeanne, isn't it scary alone
Climb to heavenly meadows?

Your armor is white and your banner is white,
And, like a shroud, a cursed fog.
Jeanne, just don't jump into the saddle,
Joan of Arc, don't take Orleans.

Who stretched out his palm over you?
Since you hear your Voices
Why can't you see the fire
And the fire in your hair?

Jeanne, Jeanne, stay with me.
I love, I love and I pray ...
Just don't call me into battle.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid…