Текст песни Груня - выйди за порог

Overgrown with grass Polyushko Bran,
 Drinks without feeling heroic legs
 Shook me strength, but through his veins juice
 To grasp the full might of Mother Russia.

 Tell me in which the edge of the sleeping knight
 I road-cloth tablecloth pave
 Stan where faith is waiting, waiting for my faith
 Hot lips good fellow

 Chorus:
 Unlock the lock, oh come out over the threshold,
 There in the dark field,
 No running water, oh yes through his veins the blood,
 Dust from restless legs
 Unlock the lock, oh come out over the threshold,
 There in the dark field,
 No running water, oh yes through his veins the blood,
 Dust from restless legs

 On the stove light-sleeping Ilyushenka
 Naughty legs hurt, my dear tormented
 The Grapes of Wrath, the battles gloomy thoughts
 Overgrown path of grace

 Oh, and where are you, beggars perekhozhie?
 We look forward to you the words of wonderful.
 Risen in trouble the soul of Russian
 As you spread out the force-strong