Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Декабристский сон

I woke up yesterday not in an empty apartment,
The sweet dream was not long.
The winter wind whistled behind the damp wall
Alekseevsky ravelin.

Echoing footsteps of sentries in the night
They sang a mournful song to me,
And the light of a lonely candle trembled
On the open wings of greatcoats.

A white snowstorm, boots in the face for us.
What have you done to all of us, Motherland?
Can't you see? Yes, you are not blind,
Homeland, homeland, homeland, homeland ...

And buried in the famous Nevsky granite
His forehead was hot, he coughed with a cry:
"How many of our crosses in Russia are worth,
Well, how many forgotten graves ?! "

Drum roll and my soldiers
Bayonets rang out on the parade ground.
Choking in the noose, the motive was cut off ...
And only eternal memory remained ...