Текст песни Революционные песни 1905-1907 гг. - Литовский замок

On one of the streets of remote
High red house big:
On it iron grilles,
He is behind a high wall.

Sometimes there are sounds of songs,
But sad, like autumn day;
Sometimes in the window there is a prisoner,
Lucky and pale, like a shadow.

Who are those missing heroes
There for a high wall
Like beasts, locked in captivity
In prison, cold and raw.

How many of them with glory fellow
There are many of them in the fight,
In the hearts of the free people
In the eyelids, their business will not die.