Текст песни Моя дорогая - Илья Муромец

Over the river ringing hears
In the clouds, God hides
How Ilya breathes, how much is crying

Gave us God
Thirty years have lived sleep
Cut the knives, but went

Do not rush to hurt.
The first step is hot, pleases,
And the soul falls.

Opened the door to the street
Look out, yes frowning
And tear pours on the face of Ilya Murom

All earth yes in coal,
Do not grow in it seed
Picks along the river time.

Ali people extinct?
Ali hands dried up?
Ali did not find good?
Al hassle add?
Ali think like,
Mall Ilya will cope? ..

And fell Ilyushenka,
Hugged land donut
And poured in two streams as a duct.

And dropped a droplet
For one Travinushka
And I learned the mammy of your son.

How to bundle in the field
Yes edges not found there
How many still Moramians poster?