Текст песни Русские народные песни - Скоро, скоро грянут трубы

Soon soon they strike up a pipe,
A signal will sound marching
Cossack horse he Svoge but that's all saddles,
Oh, on the way to a foreign land far it is

It will take the winter and the summer comes,
Oh, in the fields,
Oh yes azure flowers bloom
And my thugs on chuzhbinushke
At that time, oh yes oh iron shackles
Bela ruchenki zakuyut

And I'm in the grave, and oh, hour and minute that's all
Oh will bitterly, oh I will bitter
And I thought to grieve,
Recollect razrodimuyu but that's all aside,
Oh, I remember the sweet razlyubezna oh, my razlyubeznoyu

Oh these chains I have, that's all iron,
Oh irons, oh all shackles,
With self pour down - break,
I will destroy all this so now I prison
Oh yes from captivity, oh with foreign country
With the dark at night to run away