Текст песни Алконост - К Родимой стороне

You die a hard step,
My tired horse,
In the steppe, where the wind is a voice,
A day is heard.

Oh, yes, carry me, faithful horse,
Go straight on, yes to the sunset,
Where in the grasses of riotous cold fire
Yes, my eyes are clouded ...

A little bit you go, let it be quiet,
Slope head,
The path is longer than all the others,
That's right, waiting for me.

But hurry, you hurry my horse,
To my dear, dear side to me!
The purple light is already dying out of the sun
On chopped, cast armor.

On the spring wind do not sing,
Do not repeat dashing gonod,
Grass-flowers of grief will arise
Above my mound.

Oh, those grasses will rise that are high,
Yes, remove the weight from my shoulders,
Will fall in my frozen hand
Tired, heavy my sword.

Where are you delirious, you are a horse, my horse,
Yes, no roads, no way ...
Oh, the hot sun is extinguishing the sun,
Let the heart in the chest get cold.

You go easily, my horse,
Wounds do not disturb me,
Oh, do not wait for me at home peace.
I can not master the path.

At feasts with friends do not walk
Henceforth on this earth,
And the helmet is no longer shining
On my forehead.

And you die a heavy step,
My faithful, kind my horse -
After all, the eternal night of ashen gloom
I am given eternal peace.

Oh, early the dusk land covered,
The shadow has darkened my eyes.
Do not see my homeland,
Where the day is waiting for dawn ...