Текст песни Борис Штоколов - Степь да степь кругом

Steppe circle , far way is ,
 To the dull steppe froze the driver .

And gain strength , feeling the hour of death ,
He gave a mandate to someone .

You , my friend , do not you mark of evil ,
 Here in the desert the deaf bury me.

 And my horses are kept to a priest ,
Give a nod home mother .

 A word of farewell to his wife say ,
Give a wedding ring .

Yes, you say it , I froze in the steppe
And love her , I took away with them .