Андрей Байкалец - Добрынюшка
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Then not a white birch to the ground
Dobrynyushka Nikitin-Sin worships
Whether to his parent to Mother
To the honest widow of Efimier Aleksandrovna.

And how Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The sovereign Dobrynyushka used to say.
You are my son, a loving light-nickname
What did you hang up with a cool head

You would take in your pens, white handles
Gusli calls Self -miles sweet
I would sing to dance and shake curls
Yes, the game is the old mother with the game.

And how Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The Sovereign Dobrynyushka used to say
You forgive me the sovereign light mother
Not sung to me on the gusls is not played
I do not touch the strings of the cuts not to pinch
I can't shake the curly curls at all

I jumped yesterday in my mother-lodge Russia
I flew with an arrow quickly below the cloud
On a hill of high placed white tent.
Look around the land of the Holy Russian

Looked around with eyes and fell on the ground
And I lay on a damp earth lifeless
I asked for one thing only, I prayed for one
Earth part, take in your arms.

I saw sin in Russia and impoverishment
Where you can’t look - everywhere abomination, desolation
White -stone churches are desecrated
Basurman hands are ruined

Basurman those, oh God, not from Tartar
And their own blood, relatives, sewing with a bast
And any serfy as if a jester is a pea
Over the slaves over Christ, it is amusing

Buffoons about life is better nowhere
The tribe of the tribe was rolled up
Forgot about tunes about the native
And they are buzzing with shameful, indecent.

From the overseas countries, all the lack of nonsense
And they bring with them the customs of the fornication
The bastards filled all overseas Russia
So the spirit is not Christ Orthodox

Satan rebelled with an army to Holy Russia
I attacked there and there is a demonic temple
People worship everywhere idols
How one hurries to a crowd to a disgrace.

Old and young, as if everyone had gone crazy
Forgot God, poor, crazy
Trampled the faith of God, Orthodox
And they live without repenting, as if eternal

Give children to study the mind
They teach them to live happily without the Lord
And the princes think only a dump for themselves
How better they are without God the world of rules

What was known is the rush, has become a violent glory
That fame was abandoned, spat on
Oh princes, princes in that your share is bitter
Oh, you will have to reap you that they sowed.

And how Mother Dobrynyushka punished
The sovereign Dobrynyushka used to say
Oh and stupid you son dear light Nikitinech
You didn't get into the mind-mind
My cute night is still dark
Night dark darkness is terrible pitch
There are still sons of Russian throughout the earth
Orthodox the faith of God storing
How many martyrs, elders, confessors
Before the throne of Christ the God of the Almighty
Days and nights beg Mother of God
About the native side, and about the Fatherland
And as long as in the churches of God people pray
Panichid early Petya in Holy Russia.

And how Mother Dobrynyushka punished,
The sovereign Dobrynyushka used to say.