Текст песни
Melancholy spread wider than Vyatushki, here are the domes here are the saints for you
Joy has flown away, delight has run away, the authorities have made us happy ,
We summed up the results
On the edge of the village sadness sadness lived, but sold to a small homeland
On the forgotten edge of Vyatka
Eh! In our way, to life was enough
You tell us-The Falcon, our heartfelt friend ,
How can we create a wonderful miracle ,how can we get a wonderful miracle?
A wonderful miracle in faith in the best
What would our land become a crowded place,
The place is not crowded and dirty
- How did you react ? to the edge of the Russian, Worse than a gate, a fierce beast
Oh! When do you start stealing,
Do you steal and choke on it?
To build us the kingdom of God , so that the red sun may shine on us
So that the people of the Vyatka people have no ice or sorinochka left ,
And when they returned from their godfather's procession, there was not a single wrinkle in my soul
