Текст песни
In a land of ancient lore, a story to be told
Of a hero sleeping, a spirit brave and bold
Thirty-three long years, upon the stove he lay
Bound by unseen chains, watching dreams decay
Ilya, son of peasants, with stillness as his plight
Awaiting for a dawn to break the endless night
Then came the wise old pilgrims, with wisdom in their eyes
Drink the water, stand now, and claim your destiny's prize
The power surged within him, a river breaking free
The strength of mother earth, for all the world to see
From the silence, he will rise, a titan strong and grand
Ilya Muromets, protector of the land!
With a sword of righteous fury, and a spirit set alight
Ilya Muromets, the unsleeping, noble knight!
He faced the Nightingale Robber, whose whistle shook the ground
Silenced the wicked terror, with no more fearful sound
He stood for ancient Kiev, a shield against the foe
Letting streams of justice and of valor flow
No longer bound by slumber, no longer held in chains
A legend born of patience, through decades and through pains
His heart, a burning ember, his duty, crystal clear
To banish every shadow, to conquer every fear
The knight The noble knight
Ilya
