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I promised my own mother
Kneeling before the icon
That I would leave the crooked path
My fate made her hair turn grey

I swear to you, people of the world
I kept the words of repentance before God
But one day, passing through one village
I saw how the master mercilessly whipped a horse

The horse-fire shuddering under the yoke
In the singing of deeds it strengthens and trembles
I stand and wash myself with burning tears
The master beats the horse - he does not value him

Yashka - take away, the horse, you take away!
Mom, forgive me, forgive me
Yashka will break his back
Horse tears burn my heart

At night I stole a horse from the master's yard
The horse walked quietly without snoring, barely taking a step
As if entrusting his fate to his own brother
In the open space he sat in the saddle and the horse drove

Oh, you orphan, carry me
Mom, forgive me, Mom, forgive me
The fire-horse will not catch us, they will not catch us
The horse and Yashka are walking in the steppe

The horse and I slept carefree in the field
Without fear of the whip and God
That's why they tied us up so easily
And for my misdeed they call me a thief again

You look at me with the terrible court of people
You judge me and whip me
You can throw me into the mines, or tear me apart
But let the horse go free!