Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Илья Муромец

In honest Russia,
Oh Lord forgive
Fully divorced
All evil spirits
Under the window lilac
No longer blooms
Ilya Muromets
What year sleeps

There is no protection for us, no salvation
Ruin goes in Russia
Church white overgrown with loach
And Ilyushka is sleeping a good dream

Where is the road to paradise, where is the curb
Like a hut boarded up a soul
For a penny, for a hangover kvass
Hey, get up Ilya, stand up for us

Straighten your soul free will
Where are you my hospitable Russia
Where are your fields, where are your forests
Spring water to drunk poi

Oh, Ryabushka, Oh Kalinushka
Athletic Silushka
You can’t sleep anymore
In the courtyard of dawn
In fair battle, do not die in vain
Come on, Ilya

Sinful souls are torn to shreds
In the cloudy sky only crows
Not a joke to us and not even an hour
They'll bury us in the raw forest

We do not groan, stomp uphill
We darn with a thin thread
Behind the ax, ahead of the loop
You can oversleep all the hero Ilya

Oh, Ryabushka, Oh Kalinushka
Athletic Silushka
You can’t sleep anymore
In the courtyard of dawn
In fair battle, do not die in vain
Come on, Ilya

Oh, come on, Ilya
Straighten Ilya
Head shake yes turbine
You can’t sleep anymore
Do not die in vain
In a fair fight with dark power