Текст песни Александр Гами - Владимир Каппель

The meadow is not mown,
Powdered.
With a woeful thought
He was dying.
Frostbitten,
Unbound,
White valiant
General.

Thoughts are absurd
Birds are black
They flock around
They wind, circle.
It would be necessary to get up!
Under the shells
Crumbles
Build soldiers.

Since there are no cartridges,
The cornet started the song.
Why are we lying in the snow?
Sing along!
For Mother Russia
The guys were walking
With one bayonet
Go ahead.

Everything is lost!
My shot horse
You are kind, believe me
Served.
Out of the blue
In a purely pole!
About me now
Don't grieve!

In memory of a long
George Cross
For lovely kids
And my wife.
May on bad days
They take care
This news
About me.

The meadow is not mown,
Powdered.
Dark insidious
He was dying.
Frostbitten,
Unbound,
White Army
General.