Текст песни Михаил Вавич - Умер бедняга

The poor man died in hospital of military,
Long darling lying.
This soldier's life is gradually
Overpowering evil disease.

Sooner tore him from his family,
Mother wept bitterly,
The entire depth of maternal grief
It's hard to describe the pen!

With inexpressible anguish in his eyes
Husband wife embraced,
Cup full of great sorrow
Sooner she ispila.

And he stretched out his little hands, weeping
Boy, baby rib ...
Sight izbenki disappeared relatives,
Edge he spokinul home.

In the Guard he was assigned to the infantry,
In our system on a long journey,
I passed him in the company of the State
Royal service to carry.

In appearance he was a good rookie,
Courageous, intelligent, lively,
Blood and milk, full-cheek blush
Well done, well done.

Scurvy, hunger and cold
Russian soldiers experienced,
Yet before his death samoyu
He recalled Port Arthur.

The fortress you fortress was inaccessible,
But still we had to pay ...