Текст песни Монгол Шуудан - Вы жертвою пали в борьбе роковой...

Arkhangel'skii

You fell a victim to the fatal struggle
Selfless love for the people,
You gave everything they could for him,
For the honor of his life and liberty!

Sometimes left to languish in prisons raw,
His judgment merciless over you
Enemies, butchers spoken long ago,
And you were rattling shackles.

You go, tired, chain rattling,
Chained hand and foot,
Calmly and proudly their eyes streamed
Forward on a deserted road.

Heated by the burning rays of the chain
And the body dug snakes.
And dripping on the ground hot blood
From wounds rastravlёnnyh chains.

A despot feasting in a luxurious palace,
Anxiety wine pouring,
But threatening letters on the wall for a long time
Really draws the fatal hand!

There will be time - and wakes up the people,
Great, mighty, free!
Farewell, brothers, you have been honest
His valiant way, noble!