Текст песни Ким Юлий - Разбойничья песня

Hey passer-by, wait! Wait, traveler!
Come on, drive the money, don't be ignorant.
For our sake, spare neither boots nor dresses,
Nothing is harder than our occupation!

It was not a black horse that galloped along the side,
It’s not a kite floating in the sky.
That a forest robber sharpens a steel knife
And sings a folk song.

Sit all day in a bush on the high road,
Trembling knees, dry mouth, prison in the end.
Rip your soles, fall off your feet, crawl through the swamps.
So I, your wallet honestly earned!

It was not a black horse that galloped along the side,
It’s not a swan floating in the sky.
That a dashing robber sharpens a steel knife
And sings a song about the homeland.