Текст песни Александр Матюхин - О. Мандельштам. Тянется лесом дороженька пыльная

Forest stretches Dorozhen'ka dusty,
Quiet and empty around
Homeland, cry tears abundant
Asleep and in a dream, like a slave powerless,
Waiting for unknown torment.

Here trembled weeping birch
And suddenly came to life,
Shadows fell on the road granular:
Something crawls, coming tucheyu,
Something suggests fright ...

With proud bearing, with those fed ...
Legs sticking in the stirrups.
Gray dust raised hooves
And the ruts left pitted ...
All on sleek horses.

No end to them. Pointy peaks
In the sunlight dazzle.
The air is filled with songs and shouts,
And lights animals, wild
Black eyes are burning ...

Away! Do not disturb fake gladness
Dead, slave sleeping.
Soon you will be pleased with new home,
Bread and salt, peasant product ...
Stronger push stirrups!

Soon face a bestial forces
Great love affair!
Soon the field covered graves,
Blue peaks will embrace with a pitchfork
And stained with blood!