Текст песни Военные марши России - На сопках Маньчжурии

ON THE LADIES OF MANCHURIA

Music by Ilya Shatrov
Words of the Wanderer (Stepan Petrov)

Quietly around, the hills are covered with mist.
The moon flashed from behind the clouds
Graves keep calm.

Crosses turn white - these are the heroes sleeping.
The past shadows have been circling for a long time,
They say about the victims of the fighting.

Quietly around, the wind blew the fog.
On the hills of Manchuria, warriors sleep
And Russians don’t hear tears.

A mother cries, a young wife cries,
Everyone cries like one person
Evil rock and fate swear! ..

Let the kaolin bring you dreams
Sleep, heroes of the Russian land,
Homeland native sons.

Sleep, sons, you died for Russia, for your homeland,
But believe, still we will avenge you
And celebrate the bloody fever.

1906