Текст песни Песнь о Довакине - Призыв Довакина

Well, what did you get, Isrylet?
Swallow, like a bird in bad weather.
Did you hear all this or not?
Did you hear the call of the gray-breed?
Now you believe in ancient Glav,
Now do you believe the old Nordic fairy tale?
With the dragon, the messenger did not deceive
And the new Dovakin was.

I see the dragon before me,
Sliced, beaten old lizard.
Like everything in this light, he is dead man.
And this means that it is not so terrible.
Everything was like in a dream or in delusion,
I saw how to take a stranger to secure
And hug from the dragon black spirit
And as if screamed the throat of the world.
I never heard a call,
Sedo-homogeneous me were not called.
Compared was a voice with a thunderstorm voice,
But in the clean sky, the thunder is barely.

And it was a call for you to go
To the gray-breeding on a high chrothar.
And we are wrong with you now.
We will become a burden, and not impoverish.
To be above all your calling.
Watch our - to be in our place.
Listen as we sing at the bottom
And smile, having heard this song.