Текст песни Группа Калина Фолк - Микола.

A wanderer walks on the roads
          Where's his name in trouble
          And from the earth goof with God
          In a white cloud beard.

          Lord says from the throne
          Opening the window beyond paradise:
          "Oh my faithful slave, Mykola,
          Go around you Russian edge.

          Protect there in black troubles
          Sorrow tormented people.
          Pray with him for victories
          And for the beggar of their comfort. "

          A wanderer walks through taverns
          Says, seeing the gathering:
          "I have come to you, brothers, in peace -
          Heal the sadness of worries.

          Your souls are expensive
          Pulling a scrip with a staff.
          Gather God's Grace
          Ripe rye in bins. "