Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Белое солнце и низкие, низкие тучи... - Марина Цветаева

White Sun and the low, low clouds,
Along the gardens - behind a white wall - a graveyard.
And the sand string straw scarecrows
Under the crossbar in human growth.

And, through the preponderance of fence stakes,
I see: the road, the trees, the soldiers disunited.
The old woman - sprinkled with coarse salt
Black hunk at the gate chews and chews ...

What angered you these gray hut,
O Lord! - And why so many shoot through his chest?
The train passed and howled and howled soldiers
And dust, dust receding path ...

No, die! Never be born better
Why is this pitiful, pathetic, convict howl
About browed krasavitsah.- Oh, and sing well
Today the soldiers! O Lord My God!