Текст песни Розенбаум - Кандальная

Along the Great Siberian highway
Far far beyond Baikal
From the yard from home
Yes to Katui Prison
A shackle walked along the stage.

Almost a year he dusted along the roads
In the cold, hunger, midday heat.
On the way scream
Yes, in fact, a bayonet,
He tore the humbled hat off.

The dog soldier beat to death
Hurried to Siberia.
Now this is life itself,
Your husband is a nanche convict.

Arresting heavy share:
In the short nights not to sleep.
Oh and deep
Biryusa River
As a cautious lobe is black.

They drive the party to the land of the deaf
In the Katuysky damned mine.
They whistle there
They burn typhus there
There is a cross in the sky, and freedom above it.

A bit red hot bite
Yes chains of shackled sound.
Have fun guys beat
Do not spare the guys guys.

Trampled heavy wanderers
The young face turned black
And captured
Eternal Hard Labor
He went to the prison porch.
And captured
Eternal Hard Labor
He went to the prison porch.

That is not the sea-ocean -
Moaning the souls of Russians
Fated by fate
Prison of Nerchinsk.
That is not the sea-ocean -
Moaning the souls of Russians
Fated by fate
Prison of Nerchinsk.

Along the Great Siberian highway
Far far beyond Baikal
From the yard from home
Yes to Katui Prison
A shackle walked along the stage.
From the yard from home
Yes to Katui Prison
A shackle walked along the stage.