Текст песни Иван Петров - Речитатив и ария Руслана

O field, field! Who are you
Dotted with dead bones?
Whose greyhound horse trampled you
In the last hour of the bloody battle?
Who fell on you with glory?
Whose heaven has heard prayers?
Why, field, are you silent
And overgrown with the grass of oblivion?
Times from eternal darkness
Perhaps there is no salvation for me either!
Times from eternal darkness
Perhaps there is no salvation for me either!
Perhaps on a mute hill
They will put a quiet coffin of the Ruslans,
And the strings of loud accordions
They won't talk about him
And the strings of loud accordions
They won't talk about him
They won't, they won't talk about him!
They won't talk about him!