Текст песни Arkanum Krieg - Песня тамбовских повстанцев

Something sun does not shine,
Her head above the fog,
Ai really a bullet in the heart of the marks,
Ai too close to the tribunal.

Chorus:

Ah, the share-nilly,
Deaf prison!
Valley, aspen,
The grave is dark.

Somewhere black raven curls,
Somewhere sovushki cry.
I do not want, and have
Irrigate the land with blood! ..

Will lead us all in custody,
Communist, cocks,
On the path on ovrazhey
Ukokoshat the sly.

Lead us all indiscriminately,
Give the command "Fire!"
Chur, not a whimper before the barrel,
Do not lick the feet of the land! ..

We are not beer and vodka
On our last evening
Moonshine Fill throat
And die on the sly!

Not to face us repentance,
Do not scare us fire! ..
We are immortal! Goodbye,
The corpse of brew smells! ..

1920-1921