LYRICS

It’s alive, he’s alive! There the mountain,
sunk in lies bleeding and groaning
hero with a deep wound in his chest,
hero in youth and strength in men.
On one hand thrown rifle,
another Saber two broken;
eyes temneyat, head oscillate,
mouth curses universe!
lying champion, and the sky
The sun stopped shining angrily;
reaper singing somewhere in the field,
blood even more run!
Harvest is now … sing, slaves,
Tez sad songs! Gray and your sun,
pelvis slave in the land! Will perish
and this hero … But shut up, heart!
He who falls in battle for freedom,
does not die: it mourn
land and sky, beast and nature
and singers sing songs about it …
daytime shade keeps his eagle, wolf
and gently wound its neighbor;
over it Falcon, heroic bird,
and she brother, a hero cares!
evening - month rise,
stars flood the vault of heaven;
forest noisy, wind blows, -
mountains sing an outlaw song!
and fairies in white premium,
wonderful, wonderful song poemnat, -
quiet wade grass green
and champion come and sit.
one
his wound with herbs tie,
another burst it with cold water,
ter it in his mouth kiss in haste, -
and he looks at it - sweet, zesmena!
“Tell my sister in December - Karajata?
Where is correct and my band?
Tell me, did I take away, -
I want my sister here to die! “
and clap their hands, hug, and
songs they go really in heaven, -
Fly and sing it till dawn,
and seeking spirit of Karajata …
But already dawn! And the mountain
hero lies, his blood flowing, -
wolf licks his vicious wound,
and the sun bakes you again - wins!