Текст песни Археологический фольклор - Я потомок хана Мамая

I am a descendant of the Khan Mamai,

Below me prancing horse.

How many souls ruined I do not know -

Asian chest fire.

Zaaleet dawn in the east,

As one vstrepenetsya army.

Many countries, I do not know how many,

I have yet to conquer.

I have a letter from the Russian prince.

He turned me on "you"!

I trampled it in the mud

Under howling hordes of jubilant.

But vstrepenetsya demon in the chest,

The ringing blades, fangs.

Scimitar blow on the helmet -

Ahead of the Moscow River.

But the minutes became hours

In the confusion of the bloody things.

With feathered arrow in his throat

I lie among the bloody bodies.

But life seemed eternal!

Prancing horse beneath me,

And in my breast Asian

Asian fire burned