As the city of Korsun- day expired before donyshka ,
The sun went down red , white light fades .
In the field behind the walls - Prince Vladimir Sun
With brothers retinue villages hold a council .
Burn firewood, warriors brothers , pour beer, Praise the Prince -
Korsun tomorrow will be ours!
Arrived this morning arrow Hardened ,
Brought from the good news:
Soon be over Korsun new flags ,
Prince new glory and honor squad .
Cut meat, warriors , brothers , drink mead , Praise the Prince -
Korsun tomorrow will be ours!
Tomorrow Greeks vyderut vexation beard
Will loudly sting God , and then
Prince all the same will make the keys of the city,
A squad obnesut glorious wine.
Burn firewood, warriors brothers , pour beer, Praise the Prince -
Korsun tomorrow will be ours!
Let hear in Kiev and Constantinople
That not only the steel - damask city takes .
Let be remembered for a long time , as we gobbled Korsun ,
Byzantium proud took into circulation.
Cut meat, warriors , brothers , drink mead , Praise the Prince -
Korsun tomorrow will be ours!