At the oysters of Paleskix, like a white building,
Flock on raskreys at a shyzy fog
Kryzhi-abyaregi, about Kryzhi-abyaregi.
I remember, from a little magic sign,
Hell of borax, pajara, vady i malanki
Ahowali Strahi, about the Kryzh-Abyaregi.
About the abyega kryzhi, our efforts are made,
O abyega kryzhi, zaberazh, zaberazh our souls!
On God's svyaty from Malaytvay zhanchiny,
Ruzhnik accelerated on the rooftops of putsavina.
I have baclons, about the Abryegi Kryzhi.
Yes, the samaga konu were
I at the hats of that aposhn, hell voski prazhnu
Yes, yes, a pagosta, O Kryzh-Abyaregi!
I swear the syonny at the chill
Nyama ni kryzhoo on Palessi, ni vesak,
For many milestones nijo ni hatsiny,
Oh do you, oh do you, kryzhi-abyaregi?
