Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - Поход на Версаль

Careless dawn skies barely touched,
In signs "no bread" became agitated crowd.
It is not easy to believe in the dream, when in the beginning
In the morning, not a crumb in his mouth, and forty leagues ahead.

There would be a clear conscience, and all will be well,
Neither my mother nor my sister do not wear velvet and silk.
Wearing tattered shawl that did not put a spring,
We are on the road to Versailles marched under pouring rain.

Kohl moved to wade the river, the bridge has to anything.
The king forgot about the people, but we will remind him.
In vain to believe and expect that a miracle will come true at once -
Austrian whore to match the high-born spouse.

Sorry, mesё, at the same time we will not ever -
At the bottom of the glass - of wine at the bottom of the glass - water.
But those who got to his feet, do not stop nothing.
There would be a clear conscience, and all will be well.