Текст песни Темнолесье - 3. Былина

I
Like from the glorious city of Murom
The hero drove away.
He was from the village of Karacharova,
I rushed to Kiev dear direct.

Chorus.
For thirty years, the hero sat
But in him Perun awakened the power,
To fight for Russia frantically,
He defeated enemies.

II

He drove up to the hail of Chernigov -
There is a black army around.
And the hero took out his club,
He began to crush the enemy regiments.
This army has come from far away
To impose a tribute to Russia,
But the kagan was mistaken cruelly:
Our people cannot be broken.

Chorus.
The great battle has faded
The hero won the horde.
The gates of Chernihiv have dissolved
An honest man came out to him.

III
Ilya did not remain governor
And he drove the road straight:
He wanted to defeat the Robber,
Hitting him with a sharp arrow.

IV
Those days are long gone
But trouble is again over Russia:
Her best people left
Another horde is gathering strength.