Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Богатыри

Black ravens fly away,
Crawled into the forest ghouls.
That's what we're going, Russian soldiers,
They call us heroes.

No heroism is measured by age,
The fact silushku and courage.
Vaughn - Ilyukha of Murom area
We were called for 30 already.

In the stone is an entertaining,
Three roads are listed in it.
We read it carefully
And as always poprёm ahead.

The serpent-dragon does not submit to,
Previous Kashcheev not fall down.
Our Silushka enough -ruchaemsya-
At five hundred shamarhandskih queens.

We do not need the Queen niskolechko,
All our girls skinny.
We used to go back to Annie yes to Olga,
Yes to the native cabbage boiler !!!

Yes to more baked potatoes
And be more salty mushrooms.
Eeh, let's pour, garmoshechka,
Sing along with us to the steppe breeze!