Текст песни ПИТЕР ФМ - ЧАЙФ - ПО ДИКИМ СТЕПЯМ ЗАБАЙКАЛЬЯ

On wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where to dig gold in the mountains,
Tramp, cursing fate.
He trailed with wallet on his shoulders.

He wore a thin nightie
With a variety of different patches,
Bonnet on him prisoner
And gray prison robe.

He escaped from prison on a dark night,
In prison, he suffered for the truth,
To go further has no urine,
Before him stretched Baikal.

Tramp approaches to Baikal,
Fishing boat takes
And the sad song starts,
About home something sings!

And the wind replies:
"In vain, the tramp, run,
After all, poor heart does not feel,
What family does not have much alive. "

Rogue moved Baikal -
Towards darling mother.
"Oh, hello, oh, hello, dear!
How healthy is my father and my brother? "

"Your father had long been in the grave.
Earth prizasypan lies,
And your brother for a long time in Siberia
It has long been thunder shackles. "