Текст песни РодогосТ - Горе мне молодцу

Woe is me, well done - not to go around the world
In Polyushko prostornenkom songs to sing in the wind
Before I was not a native rodimushki vozvernut
The soldiers are Polyushko prostornenkom

Oh, you do not cry, my dear, is not in vain Lei tear
Your son does not get up - he goes on a cart
Oh no he wagon law - not on the urine too
Smertushku on the field that saw the eyes

For zemlitsu home, but for his people
BEAUTY soldiers on the field of Slavic race
Oh, they are fighting hard thunder clash of swords
Do not soromno gods for their children

You tell his sister is not crying
He is not dead - it's alive in Svarga lives
He stood for the land, fell from the enemy's arrows
And by now the gods will live forever.