Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Соловки

We condemn you, monks, we condemn, -
Do not fight you, monks, with the sovereign!
Our sovereign is the anointed of God,
He can never be wrong.

Do not ruin the monastery, monks,
Don’t put on a shirt,
Do not put helmets on your forehead, -
We will cover our brows with the Banner of the Cross.

Solovki is a small fortress,
You should pray while you fast,
To bow to the Virgin Mary, -
Why do you make noise in iron and anger?

Aren't there ships sailing there? Is it not here?
Do not fight you, monks, with the sovereign!
At matins, stand up last, -
You don't have to serve mass.

The sails breathed with the south wind,
Friendly rats shine with cane
The royal people have learned to fight -
None of you will be spared!

The plow is flooded with scarlet and sloping.
The White Sea is red from sunset.
Scarlet silk khat shirt,
And her sleeve is rolled up to the elbow.

Scarlet silk khat shirt,
And her sleeve is rolled up to the elbow.
The ax will rise at once, strike at once ...
Do not fight you, monks, with the sovereign!