Текст песни Ольга Ступина - Ярославна

See, the wind is already burning
And Kostroma Epoch,
And even it would be good
If it was not so bad.
Flag of fallen burn grass,
Our wars are inconvenient,
Everything would be so, but still alive
And my Yaroslavna sings.

Fly away on the wings of wind
You're in the land of your native, our native song
Where we sang you freely
Where it was so possible to you with you.

So sing, I spent your shelves,
Let what you still don't know
Cry, before the squeal twist the slices,
And feel how do you get
Right to believe and the right to wait
What was your original
So that in the spring it is possible to distinguish again
How to crush the horizon of banners.