Текст песни Неизвестен - Как над яром, над ярочком

As over the ton, above the bright,
Over Kruténikh, it was a beeration,
There were three sages,
Three Garden Garden:
As in the first was in the saddle
Cuckoo crooked
As in the second was in the saddle,
Soloveka chasing
As in the third it was in the saddle,
Shelch-track was carried out.
As it was on the track,
Mother Son accompanied.
She cheaper she chewed
Looking towered, sobbed:
"You're my son, my son,
My son is a clear falcant!
You say, tell me, my son,
Who in the world you all sorcery? "
"I feel sorry for her in greet,
And Zhanland on the covenant,
And you, Mama, native,
Sigged in the light you no!
You gave birth, I screamed everything
And from the wind she was covered!
And from the far from the side,
You could not save my son ... "