Lyrics Во Скорбях - Батюшка ч.1

Father (part I)

Because of the dark forest
From the far east
Arrive, sulfur geese.

You sit down, gray geese
On the burial mounds,
To the steep grave
To my dear father.

Rake the sulfur geese
You are yellow sandboxes
Sulfur pebbles.
How are you, gray geese,
Iron beaks
Claws are pewter.

At that time and at that time
Alright, give it to me
The winds, you violent winds
The passes are three great.

From the first transshipment
The cloud is terrible, the great -
To break the coffin board.

From another transshipment
Those violent winds blow away
From the face of paper
White cloth.

From the third transshipment
A lot of rain often -
Rinse your face white ...
Get up, the breadwinner!

Keep your eyebrows black
Yes, open your eyes clear.
Take the right little hand
From a zealous heart!

You get up, father,
Scissors on their frills.
Do you get up still
Speak as you like.

Of the steep graves
From the breadwinner
There is a ladder,
She is about three steps.

You are on the first step of the step -
Yes, and fall from you
The dress is dying.

You're on the second step of the step -
Yes, and fall from you
Your grief is heavy.

You are on the third step of the step -
Yes, and fall from you
Your deadly ambulance!