Текст песни Иллария - Колыбельная

Swing the cradle, quietly drema sleep
Sabs sober hand
The tired sun is still sitting
Hiding for the Rosewi River

And the month is on the sky goes high
He is entering and zlatovlas
And dawns it is cold and far
But something like us

Oh, lyled, soy, and I will quietly
You do not care about winds,
About junior frosts, about winter women,
What sleep in human hearts

There are cunning snakes, there are bangs,
There are people without songs and eyes
They hide souls and face under the hollow
But something like us

And you know, my Lado, there is people beyond the mountains
Without tears, without gods, without love
They have a non-fatal land under their feet
And the hands and dooms in the blood

Varvarov speech and swords are boiling
You fight them more than once
They are so cruel and so incomprehensible
But something like us

And you know the mostst, my falcon,
About the life of great people
About the will of the unwitting, about the stronger
About delete nice husbands

There are wonderful diva and generous Niva,
Love and beauty burned
So that the blades and happy again born
All children of Slavic land