ILLARIA - Славянская Колыбельная
текст песни

The cradle of a little drem is swinging, a knight
He will touch his forehead with a delicate hand.
The tired sun sits lower and lower,
Hiding behind Rosya-River.
And a month already walks high in the sky,
He is baby now and Zalatovlas.
And his dawns are cold and far away,
But they are somewhat similar to us.

Oh, Leli, fall asleep. And I will be quiet
You sing about the winds.
About fierce frosts, about the winters of the jackets,
That they sleep in human hearts.
There are cunning snakes, there are prophetic birds,
There are people without songs and eyes.
They hide souls and faces under the hollow,
But they are somewhat similar to us.

And you know, my Lada, there is people behind the mountains
Without tears, without gods, without love.
They have inanimate land under their feet,
And hands and thoughts in the blood.
The barbarians have gaps and speech,
You will fight them more than once.
They are so cruel and so incomprehensible
But they are somewhat similar to us.

And you will know most of all, my falcon,
About the life of great people.
About the will-none-willed, about the share is not easy,
About the delete of glorious husbands.
There are marvelous divas and generous fields
Love and Beauty was cherished,
So that incense are born again and happy
All the children of the Slavic land!