Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Белой гвардии сыны

The first shot was on the horse
And the second hit me
The horse resisted me
He just pulled his head.

I grabbed a sawn -off shot
Turned into a red batch
Place where the face was
Before meeting with lead.

White Guard Sons
Against the demons of Satan
Against the hammer, sickle
The light of the two -headed eagle.

And the chieftain takes away
Across the river for fog
Our evil Cossack detachment
To die for Russia.

And in battle so good
Looking for death but still
Apparently did not break through an hour
And they do not expect us in the sky.

You are exhausted
But how many souls would not have destroyed
It will not be saturated now
The sweet taste of blood beast.

The halt is harder
You hear the voices of the children
Which never
Eyes will not open.

They are on the clouds
Beloved on the hands
Burned alive
Revolution in a dream.

Ataman will turn around
And behind him only fog
Not the Cossacks remained
White Guard Sons.

Whom the bullet caught up with
Whom the saber is sipped
There is no death of that holy
For the homeland, for friends.

After all, they taught us at school:
White enemy, and red - our
Deceived for nothing
Generation mine.

For the St. George Cross
Received the crown of heaven
And for the Red Star
Eternal place in hell.