Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Провинциальные полки

When the rebel capital
 provincial shelves
introduce some new Caesar,
some new Bonaparte,
and we will be obliged to have fun,
promising the soldiers' rations -
and the howling of lead, and the clang of iron,
and: left! Left! Out of place!

So Sgin, a hotbed of dissent,
when the soldiers are in a rage!
Not our idea of ​​a mature,
as the feeling of hunger in the crowd.
While we have sophisticated mind of its own
they were told who their enemy,
and here - the usual contempt
people trained in shooting.

And the highest command
we put out to the prospectus,
converted into dens halls
museums and libraries.
In the capital, population change,
in the capital of a new dialect
question, how loud volleys,
and the golden age announced.

But there, in the succeeding generations,
where the old truths of the end,
where faith appealed to the chains,
which will be the reason calculation
there on the eve of Sunday
He returns with a lecture youngster
and freethinking book
open and secretly read.