Lie down , little girl , I tell you a story
of trouble , sorrow yeah oh well done,
Magus of our old and beautiful maiden ,
with a long road but at the end of the wedding ;
is old crows circling over the field ,
free wind will sing about the motherland ...
You, daughter , sleep , and dream about you all -
this story will be with you in a dream.
How in the world lived a girl once,
as a man in love , looking into her eyes ;
and the sort of thing happens to everyone
guy and the girl replied, "Yes" ...
But not for long pardoned their fate -
life is too often a thunderstorm !
And so the boy went for the passes
for wide river so dark forest.
How long will this guy wandering around the world ,
he has seen a lot of adversity alarms yes ;
he was looking for good fortune and believed that somewhere
aside their native darling waiting ...
This everlasting bitter share -
betrothed to wait so hurt with longing ;
and rumor all human oppression yes captivity -
cute over the threshold , right there ... Zhenishke
So , sadly , time passed , all in care ;
soon , daughter, that I will tell you
once the heart to stab pain -
on the wing of an old raven brought Trouble !
Sizokrylov turtledove rushed into the sky,
Gone with the wind so that the edge of the opponent ,
where on the accursed wild black arrows
lulled fellow yes eternal sleep .
He lay sprawled , bright and clean;
mystery stood on the brow of the lunar glare ...
like wise monument righteous life,
in sorrow towered over him sorcerer - old man.
And living water turned tear ,
kiss breathed life into the mouth of the dumb ...
And the mill girlish fingers closed ,
fellow awoke, smiled and stood up !
Then it was all as it should be in a fairy tale -
wedding and love , so honey feast mustache ;
house , but the work , but children's dances -
joy of the whole earth , people and Heaven !
That comes from God - will not be in vain !
Somewhere already sniffed your fellow ...
Rest you, my angel clear -
Tomorrow you live , well, fairy tale - the end .
