Idisi - Лихая Русь
текст песни

Oh, you, goy, Ilya Muromets!
Straight path is not simple:
The road is overgrown with forests of Bryn.
The river of currants leaked here;
Still on the road of the Soloveyko-Robber
Sits on the distances of oaks,
sits thirty liters
There is no horse or on a pass of a pass ...
The nightingale-robber is sitting
On the cheese oak,
The nightingale is sitting,
Odihmantiev son.
And then the nightingale is whistling and in a salt,
He screams, a villain-robber,
in the starry
And from whether it is from the whistle of the nightingale,
And from him from the bundle of the bestial
Those all herbus-muravs are rushed,
All the lazorets flowers show off
Lesushki dark to the ground everything
bow
And what are people - then all
They are dead.

Album Yaga (2018)