Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Илья Муромец

In honest Rus',
Eh, Lord forgive
Divorced full
All evil spirits
Under the window lilac
No longer blooms
Ilya Muromets
Sleeping which year

No protection to us, no salvation
There is a ruin in Rus'
The Church of the White overgrown with a bolt
And Ilyushka sleeps a heroic dream

Where is the road to paradise, where is the roadside
How a hut the soul is pounded
Ground on a life, on a hangover kvass
Hey, get up Ilya, an entry for us

Straighten the soul will free
Where are you my bakery
Where are your fields, where are your forests
Key water to drunk

Eh, mountain ash, oh Kalinushka
Bogatyr silushka
You can’t sleep anymore
In the courtyard of the dawn
In honest battle, we will not die in vain
Come on, Ilya

Sinful souls are torn to shreds
There are only crows in cloudy
Not to jokes for us and not even an hour
We will bury us in the cheese boron

We do not groan, we stomp uphill
We put the soul with a thin filament
Behind the ax, in front of the loop
You can oversleep all the hero Ilya

Eh, mountain ash, oh Kalinushka
Bogatyr silushka
You can’t sleep anymore
In the courtyard of the dawn
In honest battle, we will not die in vain
Come on, Ilya

Eh, come on, Ilya
Straighten Ilya
Shake your head and turbine
You can’t sleep anymore
We will not die in vain
In honest battle with dark power