Текст песни Русские военные марши и песни - Солдатская песня о Севастополе

Not a funny one, brothers, I'll sing a song for you,
Not a mighty victory song
What the fathers sang in the battle of Borodino,
What the grandfathers sang in Ochakov.

I will sing to you about how from the southern fields
A cloud of dust was rising
How enemies without number descended from the ships
And they came to us, and we were defeated.

And so we won, that for a long time then
They did not meddle with us with a daring question;
And even so we won that with a sour face
And with a broken nose set off.

I will sing how, leaving home and family,
A rich landowner went to the squad,
Like a man, hugging his wife,
He left the hut as a militia.

I will sing how the heroic army grew,
There were soldiers of iron and steel
And how did they know that they were going to die,
And how holy they died!

How our beauties walked as nurses
To their dismal headboard;
As for every piece of our Russian land
The enemies paid us with their blood;

As with the roar of grenades, as through flame and smoke,
Under the incessant, heavy moans
Redoubts came out one after another,
The bastions grew like a menacing shadow;

And the massacre lasted eleven months
And eleven whole months
Miraculous fortress, keeping Russia,
She buried her brave sons ...

Let the song that I sing to you is not joyful,
Yes, no worse than that victory song
What the fathers sang in the battle of Borodino,
What the grandfathers sang in Ochakov.