Текст песни Павел Пламенев - Сибирь

Poor was live Cossack
On the Don,
The king ordered the Cossacks to hang:
For being beaten Horde
They took a bribe -
We dispersed from the Volga! -
We went to the Urals.

Bute spray for centuries.
Oars chase our ships.
Go Cossacks on the rivers
Siberian land!
Back there is no way:
Houses scaffold with ax waiting.
In the winter we put forts.
Spring - go ahead!

In Siberia, you can kill.
The king did not condemn.
Rape and plunder.
Law will not.
But often in the pre-dawn darkness -
No one will forget! - we have
Sibirtsev cut in a dream!

Their heads to cut on the fly,
At full gallop
No one better than me did not know how.
We sent the horde
Into emptiness:
After all, against the most well-aimed arrows -
Everything is decided by Boomstick!

And who has not bowed to the king
And the cross (Oh,
What I anthrax blood shed!) -
They are accustomed to the whip
and whip.
There I am personally devastated -
To the king forgave me.

Bute spray for centuries.
Oars chase our ships.
Go Cossacks on the rivers
Siberian land!
Not the truth will give the deceased:
How we met? And where is the land of crude?
Eh! I was a robber at home.
In Siberia I - hero!