Текст песни Хор имени Пятницкого - По диким степям Забайкалья

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

Tramp Baikal suitable
Fishing boat takes ,
Dull song starts ,
About the Motherland something sings .

Tramp Baikal moved
Towards darling mother,
Oh , hello , oh , hello , my dear,
How healthy is your father , I want to know.

Thy father had long been in the grave,
More recently, he buried underground ,
And your brother had long been in Siberia,
It has long irons rattles .

Come same , let's go , my son,
Come same in our own hut ,
Wife there for her husband misses
And the crowd crying kids .