Текст песни Мария Александровна Эмская - На сопках Маньчжурии

Quiet around
the wind does not move grass
on the hills of the Manchurian sleeping Russian soldier
and he does not hear tears of Russia

he does not hear
how a young wife cries
and how poor father is killed
evil fate fate cursing

curse of war
she took our strength
and the best sons of immense Russia
she brought to the grave

eyes closed
beautiful faces darkened
and only on distant Manchurian fields
crosses and tombs turn white

and the tears run
like the waves of a distant sea
and believe with them they will bring
the abyss of great sorrow

soldier bones
long ago in the earth decayed
but we did not see their graves
and didn’t sing eternal memory

let kaolin
will bring you golden dreams
sleep peacefully in Chinese land
Russian sons dear