Текст песни Война и Мир - Как пришел к народу наш Кутузов

MILITARY CHOIR
THOUSANDS ... thousands ...
As our Kutuzov came to the people,
as the people called to beat the French,
He called the people to beat the French.
Russia is calling for the battle of its sons,
mother's call is close to the heart.
Hastened to cry the people.
From the blue hills, from the forests it flows
because of the far sea.
Without sparing our lives, we will go
and in battles iron
shelves we doubt.
Everywhere the black trail of the enemy
grief prowls everywhere.
Where he went, there is blood and burning
crumpled ears of tears pour,
crumpled ears
in the open field tears pour.
Wounded birch trees pour tears.
The enemy tramples on the mother earth.
Yes, the Russian forces can not be broken.
As our Kutuzov came to the people,
as the people called to beat the French,
He called the people to beat the French.
The sons of the brave
that came to him - do not count!
Holy revenge burns hearts
and to death we go for our truth and honor
The enemy will perish.
The black enemy will perish.
Only crows come to him and wolves.
Skin, we won’t leave faces,
shake the bones like in a bag
like a flea, crush the enemy,
il squeeze like an onion.
She wanted to know, to taste
foreign locust
strong shoulder.
As our Kutuzov came to the people,
as the people called to beat the French.
The people arose in great strength.
Who came to Russia with a sword,
he will not leave alive.

Militias resume work. Prince enters
Andrei.