Текст песни Вилы - Старые Эстонки

If the night of prison and deaf,
If dreams are the web and thin,
So know that too close to the old woman,
From under close Revel Estonians.

That includes - crouch so strictly,
Do not leave me from a long captivity,
Their clothing is dark and miserable,
And knapsack each log.

I know tomorrow from the painful horror
I will be very different from the ...
How many times have I asked them: "Forget ..."
And I read them silent: "We can not."

As the earth, these people will not say,
What's in the hearts of faith are buried ...
Do not look at me - just knit
His never-ending stockings and gray.

But polite - huddled in a corner ...
Do not be afraid: sit down on the bed ...
Only there is not error eh, Estonians?
There is much to blame me.

But come, so let's kalyakat,
Do not watch well, do not know how we tick.
Maybe you would like used to cry?
So softly, softly ... pohnykat?

Sleep always let go of me sparingly,
And my web so thin ...
But it's sad ... and stupid ...
These haunting Chukhonka ...