Текст песни Духи Предков - Мать

Oh, you mother-yearning, grief-gorevdn'ice,
Tell me, tell me, do you tell me,
In the production, how you come out you,
As szhivaetsya people you are with light ...

You're a snake crawling in the grass,
Brown hawk beat you to the sky
Brown hawk beat you to the sky
Do ryschesh gray wolf on the field.

Woe to you Al-mighty hero?
We leave you with me by force,
We leave you with a retinue,
Traveled fight to the death!

Come, come, my good fellow,
Word unreasonable reprimand.
No snake crawl, I do not kite,
From the skies I do not beat.

I'm out a beautiful maiden,
I stand Charu-bow at the waist.
Drink goblet-otumanishsya,
Otumanishsya dropped his sword ...