Текст песни Йовин - О славься, славься, государь...

Oh , glory , glory , sire !
Brilliant mighty king ,
Whose eyes shining like a star ...
Well, I bent! Wow!
Our sovereign , and so the curve ...
Sing - and rasproschus to head against ...
Lord of the massacre on the fast !
Perhaps throw about eyes .

Oh , glory , glory , sire !
Oh, how poor my vocabulary
Describe your greatness ...
Well, no, not again begin to shout ,
That there are no forces me to endure,
And since there are no words - so figure to sing ?!
And I do not sing , of course, happy
Yes again threaten to scaffold .

Oh , glory , glory , sire ...
Taran hit you on the forehead !
I last time you sang ,
And you sat frowning ,
And then got up and moved into the eyes ...
And the time before , I remember times
You've been through a throne room
Me with a scepter fled .

Oh , glory , glory , sire !
Yes bow , as of old ,
At your feet again ... not so!
That day at the head mess.
Lord of feast days given ,
Well , I confess, a little slazhal ...
He waited until I sang ,
And lute ears dressed ...

Oh , glory , glory , sire !
My soul is no longer a tax collector !
There is no force more praise -
You can not train people to lie so brazenly !
I'm going, a tyrant and a boor ,
I'll go to the villages , towns ,
And I will sing , creature
Our kind and wise sovereign ...