Текст песни Шансон - Не под звон гитары семиструнной

Not to the sound of a seven-string guitar, but to the sound of oak keys,
I will drink the bars and see my mother free.

Doesn't mom recognize her dear son?
In my youth you saw me off, but you have to meet an old man.

I was not buried in any land, I was just friends with that land.
Camp torments and convoys, a lot, mom, went through grief.

Our camp will be raised on alarm, they will put on shackles.
And the guys will go along the roads of our immense side.

So pour, mom, bitter vodka, I'll pour my sorrow with vodka,
I will forget the camp torments also about this song that I sing.
I will forget camp torments and this song that I sing