Текст песни Песнь о Довакине - 10 - Стрела в колено

My fists are strong and reliable
I break a log with my palm.
I could follow you, Dovakin,
But they shot me in the knee.

I know a lot and also want
Honor and glory imperishable.
What a pity today
I'd like to see a doctor.
After all, they shot me through the knee.
 
Knee hurts, armor in the dust ...
- I would clean them!
- Ha! What for?
There are no heroes here
And sweet roll so far has not been stolen by anyone.

I met a rabid troll in my youth
I fought it with one left!
Being just a hero is an enviable role,
But they shot me in the knee ...
We stayed so long in our cities!
Roofs and walls put pressure on us ...
We would go out into the field and there -
"FUS-RO-DAH!"
But we were shot in the knee!

My knee hurts
Armor in the dust ...
- I would clean them!
- Ha! What for?
There are no heroes here
And sweet roll
So far no one has stolen.

It happens that someone breaks out in a scream
Unbeknownst to the dragon.
And somebody jumps so that for a moment
Trample the laws of attraction.
And everyone hopes, believes and waits
Bending over a circle of foam
That maybe he was born Dovakin ...
Yes, they shot a knee!

My knee hurts
And sciatica ...
Such ordinary people!
There are no heroes here
And sweet roll
Withered, misses the dish.