Текст песни Андрей Миронов - Трубачи

Boys are running through the village
Girls, women, kids,
Like a swarm of locusts
Trumpets are blowing into the pipes.

Tare-bars are distributed:
Hussars have come to us!
For selection, all barbel,
Trumpets are blowing.

Steam-bar-steam-ram .....

The voice of the commander is heard:
Sort out the apartments!
It's getting close to night
Trumpets are blowing.
This night there are many
The Bab with the soldiers whispered:
At least without you, dear, cry
Blow for me too, trumpeter.

Steam-bar-para-ram ....

And when they played the dawn,
Women wiped away their tears
And taking grub in a knapsack,
The trumpeters were leaving.

A year later in every hut
Was born by a boy
The throats were fought by the owls -
There will be trumpeters too!