Book: The word about Igor's regiment

Brother said brother, what is mine, and it's mine!
SITA and the princes talking about small, like about the great,
Themselves sedition forging.

Then the Russian land is rarely oratai sang,
But often grali Vrana,
The corpses of dividing among themselves.

It is better to be killed by the swords.
Than at the hands of nasty polonio!

Hard brothers, the head without the shoulders,
Bitter body, since it is headless.

Neither the cunning nor the skillful, neither bird skillful judgment of God is inevitable.