Текст песни Сурган Валерий - По диким степям

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On wild steppes of Transbaikalia Where gold digging in the mountains,
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Tramp, cursing fate, trailed with wallet on his shoulders.

He escaped from prison on a dark night Behind the truth he had long suffered.
Running was no more urine Before him stretched Baikal.

Tramp approaches to Baikal, fishing boat takes
And a sad song about homeland gets something to sing.

Tramp Baikal moved Towards darling mother
Oh, hello, oh, hello, mother. whether the father is healthy and my brother?

Your father had long been in the grave of the Earth syroyu buried.
And your brother in distant Siberia has long shackles rings.

On wild steppes of Transbaikalia Where gold digging in the mountains,
Tramp, cursing fate, trailed with wallet on his shoulders.