Текст песни Духовные стихи. А. Емельянов, И. Мыльников. - В чистом поле при долине. Инок.

IN THE CLEAN FIELD

In the open field, in the valley
Under the green spruce
Under the green curly
Catches the monk crafty.

The monk is sitting crying tearfully,
Chernorozets soars
Chernorozets soars
An angel appeared before him.

An angel appeared before him
Chernoritsu in white robes,
Chernoritsu in white robes.

He became a monk inquiring:
As if a monk is crying tearfully,
Chernorozets sob,
Chernozorets sobbing?

How can I, Lord, not cry?
Fuck, brother, I'm taking it easy
To see my family
To see my family
To see, not to part.

Go, monk, turn back,
Into your cell
Into your cell
You entered, praying to God.

Your gardens have wilted
Your flowers faded
You bear it, brother is not annoyed,
You pour the gardens with tears.