Текст песни From Эдик - Тоскует племя

Tribe longs that there is no rain
Old custom of burning beauties
But all the beautiful daughter vozhdya-
Burn it remarked the elder!

17 years, no more beautiful!
Ozhezhda gold glows
Here the fire is she
All people eyes lowered.

Here she came up to the fire
Clothes put near
And then they saw,
Oh, God, how beautiful she is!

That's out of breath torch
And gunpowder flashed a light and bright,
But there were no screams with fire,
And only left a pile of ashes

Miracle-and the rain came!
Custom old resigned,
A leader surly went home,
After all, he and his daughter good-bye!

Longs tribe, that there is none
She was more beautiful than many,
How many of them burned like this,
In flaming pyres for God
A solko them burned like this,
At stake arranged for God !!!