Александр Бородин - Опера Князь Игорь. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fly away on the wings of the wind you are to the edge of the native, our native song, where we sang you freely, where it was so free to us with you. There, under the sultry sky, the air is full of nonsense, where the mountains in the clouds are asleep under the dialect of the sea.