Текст песни Верхолесье - Плач волчицы

Do not be afraid of flies lead,
Do not be scared of, son.
But the buzz in the branches of fir
Fly - Silver side.

Black Flies fly
Over repem yes bleached.
My son, do not bite,
Fly around the party.

Fly with silver side -
Only one you're scared,
Sorcerer with an evil eye
Fly conspiracy.

In the thicket he will go blank
In roots and grass,
There he lay in wait for me,
He'll tear his throat.

Koldunov daughter learns -
Throws yarn and sewing.
Grey dog ​​barks it,
And it will take a gun.

Do not go, my son, to the Jaruga,
Where the bottom of the flowing stream,
The branches there entwined, elastic,
From the stream of water does not drink.

Here and quiet, there is a dull,
Near the rapid stream.
There's a silver fly
It departs from a gun.

Do not be afraid of flies lead,
Do not be scared of, son.
But the buzz in the branches of fir
Fly - Silver side.