Song about Prophetic Oleg.
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How now Prophetic Oleg
Nailboards on the gates,
Suddenly a man runs up to him
And well, lisping something.
- Oh, the prince, - says for no reason, -
And you will accept death from your horse!
He’s just about to go to you,
To avenge the foolish Khozars
When suddenly the gray magi came running,
Besides razha fume.
And they say for no reason
What will he accept death from his horse.
Who are you, where did you come from?
The team took up the whip.
Got drunk, old man, so go hangover
And nothing to tell stories.
And speak for no reason
What will he accept death from his horse.
Well, in general, they did not blow their heads:
You can’t joke with the princes!
And for a long time the squad trampled the Magi
With your bay horses.
Look, they say for no reason, for no reason,
What will he accept death from his horse.
And the Prophetic Oleg bent his line,
Yes, so that no one picks.
He only once mentioned the Magi
And then he grunted sarcastically:
After all, you have to chat for no reason, for no reason,
What will he accept death from his horse.
But he, my horse, has shut down for centuries,
Only the skull remained.
Oleg calmly laid a foot
And then, on the spot, he died.
An evil viper bit him
And he received death from his horse.
Every magi tries to punish
But there is no heed, really!
Oleg would listen - another shield
Nailed to the gates of Constantinople.
The Magi said from this and this,
What will he accept death from his horse!
