Текст песни РарогЪ - Беда

Oh yes my grief is not great
Oh yes, I will untwist the braids
Oh, I'll go get drunk on the bitter hops
The soul will leave until the early dew

Hitting the ground I will go as a swan
Dissolve into fog, stand in the field
Yes I will rise to the sky clear
Oh, it will rain in the wild

Well you are a girl
Yes you twist
No on you
Joyful face
Don't fool us
We are experienced
We see your grief
Yes unspoken

Yes, that's my bitter
Do not express in words
Here's a husband's spear
What the enemies broke

Here comes the mother of cheese-earth
Soaked in blood
My soul lies in it
And all that remains for me

Goy! Open up your heart and soul
Bow to the gods
Goy! Will show you another way
Fight for your life
Hey! Conquer your misfortune
Yes, bring me
Hey! Other unfortunate warmth
All over Russia

Oh-yo-yo-dalido
Oh, it's not far from trouble
Oh-yo-yo-dalidu
Oh, to trouble, I will not bring
2nd time - Oh yes trouble, yes I will