Текст песни Садко - Витязи

Forests don't scream in pain
But they also have a living soul,
They stand like knights
Shots silently taking ...

But where a row of oaks is beveled,
Where birch trees are dumped on the ground,
Sparkling pink blood
And the dew is pouring like tears ...

Ask the old forest
Reaching the stars, the masthead is tall,
Tea, a lot of all sorts of miracles
Used oaks and pines ...

Anyone would be glad to see
The life that was seething in Russia,
When the epic Kitezh-grad
Still trouble did not flood ...

And yet, there is something evil
In neglect of the gifts of the people,
Where to read the Russian tale now,
Where to remember round dance games?

I don’t know, I’ll select
The riches of antiquity comparison,
They are like an unchangeable ruble
And the same value!

From that Indus click is torn,
That beliefs are forgotten,
That language is scanty
Yes, trees are cut down ...

The expanse becomes empty
Yes, not for the forest one fear,
Thinning, melting like smoke
We forgot, for a fairy tale ...