Текст песни Сергей Косыгин - Град-Китеж

As for the sonorous harp
Fingers lead a round dance
As in the city of Kitezh
The accordion amuses the people!
Swearing on an oak tree
The raven blows the tune.
A bast hangs on a stake -
Here is an epic beginning.

The prince led the people
From the seventeenth gate
In a wide light field,
After all, there is more freedom on the field.
In an open field, purity
We look at the gate again,
But the interpreters are talking,
The keys are lost.

It's not a river that babbles
Then the prince-sun says:
We will unravel, they say, bast
And let's start knitting from the beginning.
Let's go under the banners
Let's beat ourselves the shield.
The prince walks on the carpets,
We are perching on the stake.

Goal is a falcon, but still - a falcon,
Puts time for fun.
We know how to make fun:
We eat and sow Belena.
Knyazev's slurping cabbage soup,
We press on ourselves acne.
But we keep the holy banner
Someone with us, with us again!

The people themselves choose
Your boyar round dance.
They seem to walk as they were told
But they sat down below the prince.
They gave the keys themselves
So that he shares the grub
So that he stayed at work
After all, the one who is with us ordered so.

As for the sonorous harp
Fingers lead a round dance
As in the city of Kitezh
The accordion amuses the people,
True, there is no more hail
And the button accordion is both blind and gray.
Well, and the raven on the oak
The dudu is blowing nonsense.