Текст песни Виталий Каледин - Как на дубе на зеленом Над бурливою рекой

How on oak on green
Above the raw river
Lonely thought Duma
Falcon clear young.
"What are you, Funny Falcon,
Behind him, sit,
With your clear eyes
In the distance we look wide?
Or boring, or gloomy
Live in your native edge?
Or not you bring
In the parent islands? "
Falconfolded silenced,
In the distance broadly flew
With your clear eyes
In the distance I looked wide.
Storm Woir, thunder rinsing ...
Red and the sun rose -
And by sea, quiet
Falcon body floats.