Текст песни Песни Революции и Гражданской войны - Маршевая песня Чапаевской Дивизии

On the gray Ural steeps
The crows are screaming.
Across the Volga River as a black cloud
Kolchak is spreading.

The path is marked with black blood
To the White River.
Chapay himself leads towards
Red shelves.

Will not fade, will not fade
The glory of these days.
Bit Kolchak in Buguruslan,
Belebey remembers.

Glory to those who fell in intelligence
In the days of battle!
In our five-year construction project
Their case rings.