Текст песни Ёк-Макарёк - Живой

Grandmothers walk the swearing field
They find their men among the dead
Cries, prayers pour
Many Rusich fell in that glorious battle.
I'm on the grass cut by swords
Legs east, west shoulders
Arms outstretched, bodies covered
Who am I now, living al killed?
The Baboons carried us from the field
On carts in the villages, they took away to bury,
They pulled off my chain mail, put it on the table
A cross on my chest folded.
Washed with water, dressed shirt
Memorial songs quietly sang
Dad lit a candle, set it to the icon,
But who did you leave us with your mother for?
They made a coffin, New pine,
And I’m cramped in it, man I’m healthy
Kissel, kutyu at the table commemorated
The whole Village was escorted on the road ...
On tapes they lowered me to the grave
The monks came, forgiveness of sins
Mentally sang in eternal rest ..
They said I fell asleep with my body, but I SHOULD LIVE!
Saying goodbye to me bitterly, the mother sobbed
Wake up son! kissed the mouth
Forgive me maam if you offended with something
I was not a saint, but I hated evil!
May I not live to Peaceful Age,
He put his head in bloody section!
The one who did not fight will not understand
That the battle is only a battle, the warrior lives!
Soul I get, I hope not in hell
I didn’t live long! but still I'm glad
which is quietly broken on the stove with a booze,
And in a bloody battle, like a warrior killed
Not from Zlata, not from Silver, I did not get
From human praise, as from a fire fled
I was looking for a good name or worldly glory,
so don’t cry about me mom, I will forever LIVE!