Текст песни Песни былой России - Среди лесов дремучих

Among the dense forests
Razboynichki go.
In their hands the mighty
Comrade bear.

     Chorus:
     All the clouds, clouds ponavisli,
     Yes sea mist fell.
     Tell me something to think about,
     Say, our chieftain.

Stretchers are not simple -
Rifles stacked,
A transverse steel
Swords laid.

They lay struck
Rogue young
It's all okrovavlёnny,
With a broken head.

Two long gun
Stick in his belt.
Chain belts it
Torn hang.

And the blood from the wound burning
Running through her hair,
And his eyes misty
Is turned to the heavens.

Under the oak lowered,
Said: "Brothers, stop!
Farewell, our friend,
Rogue young.

Graves wait
Can not be with you,
We need to hurry
Accomplish a bloody battle. "