Текст песни Александр Сафронов - Смерть Марфы Посадницы

In the spring, heavy from the cold,
White wind rushes from Solovki.
Before Martha spreads like smoke
The path to the Volkhov through the forest swamps.
The monk’s kolubok carries, trembling,
God sent her messengers to her,
Mr. and sovereign of the five ends.

Chorus:
Three fields are filled with misfortune
There are tears in three lakes
We’ll burn the tears, we make out the attack,
Better dead but free abyss.