Letras
Why are you, the Tsar of Moscow
Dressed in sad clothes?
Why your people around Moscow
Are digging deep moats?
Where are the thirty thousand boyars
Which looted many cities?
The whole cavalry lies
Near Konotop
Three days and three nights
Without sleep, without stopping
Muscovites run away
From the Rus' lands
Why is Sosnovka red?
The boyars' blood flows in it
Black marshland flies from under the hoofs
The flare of the sun shines on the sabers
The Horde and Cossack army
Are cutting down the enemies!
Why is Sosnovka red?
The boyars' blood flows in it
Black marshland flies from under the hoofs
The flare of the sun shines on the sabers
Where's Pozharsky? See, the rider over there
Is carrying his head to their prince