Емеля - Илья Муромец
текст песни

From under the city and from under Murom,
From the village from Karacharov
Son Ivanovich yes Ilya Muromets
Raised to the feet of a good charcoal.

The free wind shot me chain mail,
Give me a horse of the Bulan ...
The heavy shield became my faithful friend,
And the Bulava became a friend!
The heavy shield became my faithful friend,
And the Bulava became a friend!

How the bell struck on the tower,
How warriors became on the tower -
Rosichi brothers, Falcon's clear
By the power of the wound for will free!

Goy, my squad!
My bow to you to the ground ...
From under the palm we looked into the valley -
The Russian land was cherished!
From under the palm we looked into the valley -
The Russian land was cherished!

From under the city and from under Murom,
From the village from Karacharov
Son Ivanovich yes Ilya Muromets
Raised to the feet of a good charcoal.

The free wind shot me chain mail,
Give me a horse of the Bulan ...
The heavy shield became my faithful friend,
And the Bulava became a friend!

Goy, my squad!
My bow to you to the ground ...
From under the palm we looked into the valley -
The Russian land was cherished!
From under the palm we looked into the valley -
The Russian land was cherished!