Текст песни Андрей Байкалец - Добрынюшка

That is not a white birch to the ground slopes
Worshiping Dobrynyushka Nikitin-son
To his or her parent to mother
To an honest widow Yefim Alexandrovna.

And as Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The Empress Dobrynyushka used to say.
Oh my son, my loving light-Nikitinech
What did you hang your head violently violent

You would take in your pens, white handles
Gusli calls sweet samogudy
Would start singing to dance and shake the curls
Yes, I am consoled by the mother of the old game.

And as Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The Empress Dobrynyushka used to say
Do you pardon me dear lady mother light
It is not sung to me on the harp is not played
I do not need to touch the strings of silver
I do not have to shake my golden curls

I rode yesterday on Mother Russia, Holy Russia
I flew by the arrow quickly below the cloud
On a high hill set a white tent
Look around at the land of the Holy Russian

I looked around my eyes and fell to the ground
And I lay on the damp earth lifeless
I asked for only one thing, I prayed for one
Break the earth, take it into your arms.

I saw sin in Russia and the scanty
Where you do not look - everywhere an abomination, desolation
White-stone churches are profaned
Basurman's hands are ruined

Basurmans those, oh God, not from Tartarus
And their blood, dear, bastard
And any slave is like a buffoon
Above the slaves over Christ is mocked

Skomorokham about life is better nowhere
Priosanilos little sticky
Have forgotten about tunes about rodimyja
And they are humming with a shameless, indecent thing.

Out of the overseas countries, all the nephrists have driven
And they carry with them the mores of the prodigal
All overseas Rus enraged
So the spirit does not have the Christ Orthodox

Satan rose with an army on Holy Russia
Pustastavil there and then demonic temples
Everywhere people worship idols
As one rush the crowd in a disgrace.

The old and the young are just as if everyone is crazy
Have forgotten God, the poor, the insane
They trampled down the faith of God, the Orthodox
And they do not repent of themselves, as if they are eternal

Give children to learn mind-reason
Teach them to live happily without the Lord
And the princes only think of themselves
How would it be better for them without God to rule the world

What was shame, it became a boisterous glory
The fact that the glory - was cast, spat on
Oh princes, princes in this is your bitter share
Oh have to reap you what you sowed.

And as Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The Empress Dobrynyushke used to say
Oh, and you are a stupid son, the sweet light of Nikitinech
You did not get enough of mind-mind
Has not come yet my sweet dark night
Night dark darkness terrible inky
There are still sons of Russia throughout the earth
Orthodox faith of God preserving
How many martyrs, elders, confessors
Before the throne of Christ God Almighty
Days and nights beg the Mother of God
On the Motherland, and on the Fatherland
And while people pray in the churches of God
A funeral service is early for the Holy Russia.

And as Mother Dobrynyushka punished,
The Empress Dobrynyushka used to say.