Текст песни Лариса Новосельцева - 1931 За гремучую доблесть грядущих веков--О.Мандельштам

For the thundering valor of ages to come ,
For high tribe people
I lost the cup at my fathers' feast ,
And fun, and my honor .

My shoulders throws Century - wolfhound,
But I'm not a wolf by blood ,
Shoved me better as a cap sleeve
Hot coat Siberian steppes .

So as not to see either a coward or flimsy gryaztsy ,
No bloody bones in the wheel ,
To shine all night blue foxes
I in its primitive beauty,

Take me away into the night, where the Yenisei flows
And the star gets pine ,
Because I'm not a wolf by blood
And I was only equal to kill .