Текст песни Камбурова Елена - Ворон

Where are our horses,
horses of the crow?
Where are our spears,
Spears are worn?
horses defended
Spears shot.

not for nothing in the grove
Poor silent
There is a strange raven
walker
walks and sighs -
on the face of huge
on Pernom's face
Mournful grimace.

do not need anything:
neither strangers
Not horses, no copies.
In the autumn is huge
With us our happiness
White clothes,
poor boring
Yes, Raven, the Raven is blued.