Текст песни Александр Крылов - Вдоль по шляхам российским...

Along the Russian Shlyakhov
Dust Staley mile,
Scarlet Dawn Chariots
We rush starry rain.
Behind's a long way,
Ahead of stale bread
In the parched villages
Greeted us with sweet home.

Don Porazbilis
Foam white waves,
Were killed in Russia,
Porazveyalis in smoke ...
Muzhichiny pskopskie,
If hosts of evil spirits,
Light lamps extinguished
Under the cover of night.

Will this damned
Time of Troubles and shame
Before the throne of God
In the redemption of all evil.
In over a misty dawn
On the Don to the Black Sea
According to the Caucasus foothills
The regiment left the last.

We were flogged in the Crimean Meadowlands
Machine gun winds
We are scattered around the world
Red lava hurricane.
There, in the margins chuzhedalnih,
We are the land of two meters -
Those who listened to share this,
But do not give up enemies.

There, in the margins chuzhedalnih,
We are the land of two meters -
Those who listened to share this,
But do not give up enemies.