Mother Dobrynushka punished Empress Dobrynushka said: - Oh, you are my dear son, light Dementievich, What hung, twisting, violent head? Would you take white hands in your hands Gusli are sonorous, sweet-voiced. I would sing and shake my curls, Yes, amuse me, old mother. Mother Dobrynushka punished Sovereign Dobrynushka said: - Forgive me, madam. Not sung to me, not played, Do not pinch my silver strings, Do not shake fun curls. Yesterday I rode through Holy Rus', I flew like an arrow below the cloud, He pitched his tent on a high hill Look at the Russian land with an eagle. Looked around and fell to the ground, And lay like a corpse on the damp earth, He asked for one thing, he prayed for one thing: - Part the earth, shelter me! I saw impoverishment in Rus', I saw the abomination around the desolation, Churches are white defiled; Ruined by the Basurmans. Those Basurmans are not from Tartarus, And their blood, embroidered with a bast. And any serf, jester pea He amuses himself over the servants of Christ. Satan has risen against Holy Rus', He set up demonic temples, People worship idols As one rush to disgrace. Old and small are equal, everyone is crazy Renounce God, insane, Orthodox faith was abandoned And they live, chew as if eternal. Give children to teach the mind, Teach them to live without the Lord, And the princes think one thought, How can they rule the world without God. Buffoons life - nowhere better, The fidgety tribe perked up, Forgotten tunes dear. And the indecent buzzers are buzzing. Non-Christs are coming from overseas countries And they carry shameful morals with them, All overseas Rus' flooded, So the spirit is not Orthodox. That which was reputed to be shame has become glory, That which was glory is spat upon. And the princes think one thought, How can they rule the world without God. Eh, princes, princes, bitter share, You will have to reap what you sow. Mother Dobrynushka punished Empress Dobrynushka said: - Oh, and you are a stupid son, Light Dementievich, I didn’t get my wits. The dark night has not yet come, The night is dark, pitch darkness. There are still Russian sons on earth, Keeping the Orthodox faith. How many martyrs, confessors Before the Throne stand the Almighty, Day and night they beg with the Most Pure About the native side, about the Fatherland. And while they pray in the Churches of God, Don't rule the panikhida according to Holy Rus'. Mother Dobrynushka punished Empress Dobrynushka was talking.
In fairness, I must say that there are no subtitles and are unlikely to be. I could only make a translation for you, but ... alas, English does not have the concepts of such words that are used in a ballad song. Therefore, I had to simplify.
Это нечто однако!
Шедевр, на все времена! Как говорится не в бровь, а в глаз! Спасибо большое!
Can anyone put on subtitles?
Mother Dobrynushka punished
Empress Dobrynushka said:
- Oh, you are my dear son, light Dementievich,
What hung, twisting, violent head?
Would you take white hands in your hands
Gusli are sonorous, sweet-voiced.
I would sing and shake my curls,
Yes, amuse me, old mother.
Mother Dobrynushka punished
Sovereign Dobrynushka said:
- Forgive me, madam.
Not sung to me, not played,
Do not pinch my silver strings,
Do not shake fun curls.
Yesterday I rode through Holy Rus',
I flew like an arrow below the cloud,
He pitched his tent on a high hill
Look at the Russian land with an eagle.
Looked around and fell to the ground,
And lay like a corpse on the damp earth,
He asked for one thing, he prayed for one thing:
- Part the earth, shelter me!
I saw impoverishment in Rus',
I saw the abomination around the desolation,
Churches are white defiled;
Ruined by the Basurmans.
Those Basurmans are not from Tartarus,
And their blood, embroidered with a bast.
And any serf, jester pea
He amuses himself over the servants of Christ.
Satan has risen against Holy Rus',
He set up demonic temples,
People worship idols
As one rush to disgrace.
Old and small are equal, everyone is crazy
Renounce God, insane,
Orthodox faith was abandoned
And they live, chew as if eternal.
Give children to teach the mind,
Teach them to live without the Lord,
And the princes think one thought,
How can they rule the world without God.
Buffoons life - nowhere better,
The fidgety tribe perked up,
Forgotten tunes dear.
And the indecent buzzers are buzzing.
Non-Christs are coming from overseas countries
And they carry shameful morals with them,
All overseas Rus' flooded,
So the spirit is not Orthodox.
That which was reputed to be shame has become glory,
That which was glory is spat upon.
And the princes think one thought,
How can they rule the world without God.
Eh, princes, princes, bitter share,
You will have to reap what you sow.
Mother Dobrynushka punished
Empress Dobrynushka said:
- Oh, and you are a stupid son, Light Dementievich,
I didn’t get my wits.
The dark night has not yet come,
The night is dark, pitch darkness.
There are still Russian sons on earth,
Keeping the Orthodox faith.
How many martyrs, confessors
Before the Throne stand the Almighty,
Day and night they beg with the Most Pure
About the native side, about the Fatherland.
And while they pray in the Churches of God,
Don't rule the panikhida according to Holy Rus'.
Mother Dobrynushka punished
Empress Dobrynushka was talking.
In fairness, I must say that there are no subtitles and are unlikely to be. I could only make a translation for you, but ... alas, English does not have the concepts of such words that are used in a ballad song. Therefore, I had to simplify.
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