Текст песни Владимир Селицкий - О, Мать-Сыра Земля

Oh Mother Earth Cheese,
Open the favor
Treasures of the bowels of the earth, hidden with a stern.
Do not regret the oil
Shed on a field of fields
So that the enemies do not pass in the Yaga troughs.

Your sons are strong
Free without bleached
Read centuries of messaging in the blue sky.
Upholstered the threshold of roads
Where is King Pea Prodrog
We are expected at the time of the gorge.

From the eyes of stole
In the holy mountains they store
For us, until the deadline hidden chain mail,
And a giant smith
The treasurer will open
Hear only the summoning roar of a beluga.

Bonfires of birch bark
Amber Bridges
We’ll spread it over the frozen forests.
And in the black surface of the waters
Drown the sky
So that the sun frolics there with bodies.

Drinking sadness from the rivers
Moor our ark
On the shores of birch nomads.
And the whiteness of the snow
Wash away the dust of centuries
So that the towers of shame do not leap in the womb.

And malachite rye
Shatter the mirages
Fatherland ship aground.
Treasured tablet
Let the sky go
To the singing of the runes and the pike gift of Emely.