Текст песни Иван Козловский - На сопках Манчжурии

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

Crosses turn white - the heroes sleep
The past shadows circle again
They say about the victims in battle.

Quiet all around, the wind blew the fog
On the hills of Manchurian warriors sleep
And Russians don’t hear tears.

Crying, crying mother dear,
A young wife is crying
All cry like one man
Evil rock and fate swear.

May the kaolin sing your dreams
Sleep heroes of the Russian land
Homeland sons.

You fell for Russia, died for the fatherland
Believe us, we will avenge you
And we will do a glorious feast!