Текст песни Аполлон Майков - Слово о полку Игореве

Do not start our song, O brothers,
From the legends about the old battles, -
Song of the brave Igoryeva rati
And about him, about the son of Svyatoslav!
And sing them, as it is being sung today,
Not chasing the thought behind Boyan!
Song composed, he used to be prophetic,
A quick eyelid ran through the forest,
Gray wolf in the open field scoured,
What an eagle was shoveling under the clouds!
As remembrance of old times,
Yes, a pack of swans and let go
Ten fast falcons after;
And which first will overtake,
For him, and the song, sing that swan, -
Sing a song about the old Yaroslav,
About Mstislav, that he stabbed in battle,
Elections, kasoge Reded,
Al about the glorious about Roman Red ...
But not ten falcons that was -
Ten fingers he started on the strings,
And to the princes, under prophetic fingers,
The very strings roared to glory! ..

Let's lead, brothers, narration
From the time of the ancient Vladimir,
Bring to Igor's battle,
How he thought of a strong thought,
He sharpened his courage with a brave heart,
He was in a good mood
And for the land of the Russian squad
He led the Polovtsian khans to the steppe.