Текст песни Группа Калина Фолк - Микола.

There is a wanderer on the roads,
          Where his name is in trouble,
          And from the earth Godorit with God
          In a white cloud-beard.

          Says the Lord from the throne,
          Opening the window for the paradise:
          "O my faithful slave, Mykola,
          Walk around the Russian land.

          Protect there in black troubles
          Sorrow is the wiped out people.
          Pray with him about the victories
          And for the poor man their comfort & quot ;.

          There is a wanderer on taverns,
          He says, seeing the meeting:
          "I came to you, brothers, in peace -
          Heal the sorrows of cares.

          Your souls to the road
          Pulls with a staff of soup.
          Gather God's mercy
          Ripe rye in the bins. "