Текст песни Хор Донских Казаков - Двенадцать Разбойников

Let us pray to the Lord God, let us announce the ancient story!
So in Solovki we were told by the monk Honest Pitirim.

There lived twelve thieves,
He lived Kudeyar Ataman,
Many thieves shed
Blood honest Christians.

Much wealth is grabbed,
We lived in a dense forest,
Kudeyar himself from Kiev
I stole the beauty girl.

Let us pray to the Lord God, let us announce the ancient story!
So in Solovki we were told by the monk Honest Pitirim.

Happy with love mom,
At night, the raids worked,
Suddenly at the robber
The conscience of the Lord awakened.

He threw his comrades,
Threw raids create,
Kudeyar himself went to the monastery
God and people serve.

Let us pray to the Lord God, let us announce the ancient story!
So in Solovki we were told by the monk Honest Pitirim.

We pray to the Lord God
We will serve him
For Kudeyar the robber
Let us pray to God.

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N.A. Nekrasov. Who in Russia live well

We pray to the Lord God
We will announce the ancient story,
I told her in Solovki
Enoch, father Pitirim.

There were twelve thieves
There was Kudeyar - chieftain,
Many thieves shed
The blood of honest Christians

Much wealth is grabbed,
We lived in a dense forest,
Chief Kudeyar from Kiev
Brought the girl-beauty.

In the afternoon with my sweetheart indulged,
At night, the raids worked,
Suddenly at the robber
The conscience of the Lord awakened.

The dream flew off; oppressed
Drunkenness, murder, robbery,
The shadows of the slain are
A whole army - you can not find it!

Long struggled, resisted
The Lord is the beast man
The head blew lovee
And the Esaulah spotted.

The conscience of the villain mastered,
I dismissed my gang,
Rozdal property on the church,
The knife under the willows buried.

And pray for sin
Going to the tomb of the Lord
It travels, prays, repents,
It does not get easier for him.

An old man, in monastic clothes,
The sinner is back home
Lived under the canopy of the oldest
Oak, in a forest slum.

Day and night almighty
Pray: let the sins go!
The body betray the torment
Give only the soul to save!

God took pity on salvation
The path was indicated to the shimnik:
Elder in prayer vigil
A certain saint appeared,

Rivers "Not without divine fishing
You chose a century old oak,
The same knife that robbed,
Cut it with the same hand!

There will be great work
There will be a reward for labor;
A tree has just collapsed -
The chains of sin shall fall. "

He measured the hermit monster:
Oak - three circle around!
Began to work with prayer,
Cuts a damask knife

Cuts an elastic tree,
Sings the glory of the Lord
The years go by - advances
Slowly deal forward.

What will do with the giant
A sickly, sick man?
Iron forces are needed here,
We do not need the old age!

In the heart of doubt sneaks,
Cuts and hears the words:
"Hey old man, what are you doing?"
I crossed myself first,

Looked - and Pan Glukhovsky
Sees a greyhound horse,
Pan rich, noble,
First in that side.

A lot of cruel, scary
The elder about pan heard
And to teach the sinner
My secret told.

Pan grinned: "Salvation
I haven't had tea for a long time
In the world, I only honor a woman
Gold, honor and wine.

I have to live, older, in my opinion:
How many slaves ruining,
Torment, torture and hang,
And I would look like I sleep! "

The miracle with the hermit became:
Mad anger felt
I rushed to Pan Glukhovsky,
A knife stuck in his heart!

Freshly blooded
Fell head to the saddle
The huge tree collapsed,
Echo the whole forest shook.

The tree collapsed, rolled up
From the monk the burden of sins! ..
Pray to the Lord God:
Bless us, dark slaves!