Текст песни Наталья Кучер - Доля

Don’t rush to freedom, maiden:
You have a bitter fate...
Tied the whites' hands,
Yes I punished:
- Oh, don’t rush, I’ll break you into blood,
You'll be barely alive
Yes, you will get tired of swallowing tears,
If you rise...

I was not silent to those words, -
This is how she answered:

Everything is not enough for you, bitter...
How many strong people have you broken...
She treated my wounds with salt, -
Yes I taught...
Now I bend - I rise,
Following the fire in the ashes I am born,
And obedient to your winds -
Just listen:

Calm down, not cool down:
You'll be the first to die...

Don't scare me - I was scared...
You are trouble, but not a grave...
You won’t forge my shackles, -
Only horseshoes...
Hit or don’t hit, there will be a harvest:
I'm giving birth to sons...
Only their strong shoulders
You won't hurt...

Only sons have strong shoulders
You won't hurt...