Текст песни Дмитрий Парамонов - Жили-были неверные люди

Ai sting-bali infidels
A nyvernnyaya one of the Lord God
Only faithful to the perverse Smoku
We gave everything a day for a person
Ai came the charade of the doi of the king himself
Aye though the king himself, go, at least daughter
And I myself will not go, my daughter's beef
Be on your feet, mend yourselves, the queen
Ay on the right hand give pepper
On the head shawl down
Ai led the king to his daughter on a steep hill
Ai sits down-looks the queen
Ai biazhit zha biyazhte give noganyay Smoke
And gdya Smok biazhit, there zamlya driits
And when Smoke is still, there is a grass
And in a javelin,
And from the company it's fever and sifts
The Queen was asleep
Yak fell it on the knee
Yak and began to pray to God to pray
Yak and became the Lord of God ask
Yak pokol God and all the truth I
And the whole truth is mine, the whole truthful
Yak sent the same Lord and holy Yuri
A Sharp Spear
The ardent horse is stronger than the horse
Yurya on the mountain, and Smoke downhill
Yurya spear, and horse hoof
And they killed killed us pogany Smok
A smoked Smok for the steep horns
Wilt Smok in the show
Faithful people for poglyadyane
Sinful people for pacification