Текст песни Марина Девятова - Бродяга

On the wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where gold is buried in the mountains
Tramp, sadly cursing,
Dragged with weight on his shoulders.

Escaped from prison on a dark night
For the truth he suffered for a long time
There was no more urine to run
Baikal was spread before him

A tramp is coming to Baikal,
The fishing boat takes.
And starts a sad song
Something sings about the Motherland.

Tramp Baikal crossed
Happy Birthday - Mother:
"Oh, hello, oh, hello, dear,
Are my father and brother healthy? "

"Your father has long been in the grave,
Damp earth is buried,
And your brother is in distant Siberia,
It has been ringing with shackles for a long time.