Текст песни К.И.Т. - Илья Муромец

Eh lay on the furnace
Thirty years and three years
Restlessly knocking
In the body pain of the Neversgod

When the feet got up
For water key
Saw and become poured
Silhoka Deloy

Oh bloody grass
On robbery trails
Corked all nightingry
On the rope in the skies

Sleeping the trail has bothered
Looks like a squad
Fold Rubbing Mount Tall
In fear of now the enemy

Chorus:
Land shuddered
Flashed sword
Warrior sat down on horse
Ilya Muromets himself
Not to the heart of honor
His life is a fight

Only loved and Bereg
Light debris delicate

Releaving the fallen heads
Remembers the faded field
Shed your blood
Bogatyr share

Time took its own
Heart left from scars
Rye dared
And soul rushed to the temple

© The words A.Kitaev, Music of V. Kutakov