To-li krik iz polya tolʹ veter mezh yelyami mechet·sya voya ot skorbi
Ili eto vopli togo kto iz chashchi yavilsya k nam
Na granitse lesa gde travami luga oputany vetkhiye korni
Ya tvoryu v smyatenii znak oberega molyasʹ bogam

Zashchiti Inmar moy dom ot dukhov i bedstviy tyazhkikh
Sberegi lyudey ot nochnykh gostey, ot durnoy volshby
Do kholodnykh dney kogda pervyy list na pustuyu pashnyu lyazhet
Sokhrani nas vsekh, ot togo kto brodit v luchakh luny

V lesu sginet pastushka, voplem vzovʹyet·sya
Pal·esmurtova pazhitʹ pod solntsem!
V ovrage telo rebenka, gorem napʹyet·sya
Pal·esmurtova pazhitʹ pod solntsem!

Pospeshil na zov po tenistoy roshche proydya mimo mshistogo duba
Obognuv niziny gniloy vody gde cherna zemlya
Posredi polyany zastyl otyskav istochnik nechistogo zvuka
Polovinnyy dukh vossedayet tam na vershine pnya

Ukhodi, ukhodi, proklyatyy, prochʹ ot seleniy nashikh!
Pustʹ issokhnut tvoi sledy
Voroti, voroti nam vsekh lyudey chto propali v chashche
Do kholodnykh vetrov zimy!

Razverstoy utroboy ziyayet belesoye telo odnoy poloviny
Vtoraya nezrima dlya glaza lyudskogo ot nog do chela
Izmenchivo telo, to nizok, to vyshe yelovoy vershiny
Khranit vekovechnuyu roshchu ot zla
Chto izdrevle skryta pod senʹyu doliny

Ukroy menya ot likha lesov ryabina
Pustʹ ptitsy proshchayasʹ poyut!
Nad topʹyu toy gde telo moye ostylo
Zloradno khokhochet starik Pal·esmurt