俄罗斯十二世纪的史诗　　Russia's twelfth-century epic
　　Dear Brothers Igor waiting for the Lord Fu plug-volt
　　The brave Serbian character of bison V Lord said to him:
　　The only bright -
　　My brother ah, please rise
　　Kursk suburban Phi saddle to go.
　　Grew up in the helmet,
　　They are familiar with the valley,
　　Sharpened the sword;
　　Igor _set_ foot on the stirrup gold this time,
　　The night the roar of a thunderstorm to him, and the birds are awake
　　Told that - unknown land
　　Polish-Soviet line.
　　There you are.特穆托罗康 idol, Come and listen to all
　　Midnight, their carts to clamor resounds with,
　　To know that watching the birds on the Oak
　　Thunderstorm;
　　Russian red shield with a vast wilderness breaker
　　Seek honor for themselves, to seek for the glory of kings.
　　A red token.
　　How far fly ah!
　　Cut in Bologna, where his wife on the helmet to be blunt saber!
　　Fly method covered fields, ·
　　Land in Bo Luofu middle.
　　The Czerny Goff also Yin sighed in frustration.