Текст песни Александр Смирнов - Не выдаст моя кобылица...

I will not give my mare,
It does not burst the saddle's seat.
Smoke in the zadoni, smoke
Separate February Mg.
Rises behind the grave of the grave,
Darmest Kalmytsky Tie
And somewhere right - rootilov,
In the metelies going to death.
And somewhere right - rootilov,
In the metelies going to death.

We remember, remember to the coffin
Cruel youth
Smoking ridge of a snowdrift
Victory and death in battle
Longing hopeless ghon
Anxiety in frost nights,
Yes shine dull shape
On fragile, on children's shoulders.
Yes shine dull shape
On fragile, on children's shoulders.

We gave everything you had
You, the eighteenth year,
Your Asian blizzard
Steppe - for Russia - campaign.
Rises behind the grave of the grave,
Darmest Kalmytsky Tie
And somewhere right - rootilov,
In the metelies going to death.
And somewhere right - rootilov,
In the metelies going to death.

Poems - Nikolai Torubov 1937
Music - Alexander Smirnova October 24, 2006