Текст песни Дружки - Наш то на ослике-цок,да цок.

They are something Lord - there is!
It was he really a hero!
Without fear and trembling in mortal combat
It leads the faithful system!
And crescent sword over his head,
And his horse rushes boom!

And our something, something we - look, my son -
And our something on a donkey - yes clop clop -
Towards his death.

And those, the Lord - how he won!
It was he who really gives peace
Grants-partakes of the eternal peace
Among secular pandemonium!
In the passion-cheeky wave of his hand,
In lotus position, he Autumn silence,
Hosea holy emptiness.

And our something, something our - alas, my son -
And our something on a donkey - yes clop clop -
Towards his death.

And these gentlemen - hoo what!
It was he really the lord of the earth!
This world, this age, this brain head
It has long been under his heel.
Fine linen, purple, golden crown!
Around the throne of his cheerful crowd
- Evan evoe! - Dancing human race.
Perhaps you and I.

But our something, our something - do not cry, my son -
But our something on a donkey - yes clop clop -
Towards his death.

In a meeting with his terrible death,
At a meeting with the death of your and my!
Do not cry, it will not go away from him,
I will not hide it!
To rise again, and resurrect us all!
And all of us to resurrect!