Текст песни - - Ах ты доля моя доля

Oh, you share my share,
Bitter my share
Oh why you, an evil share,
Before Siberia brought.

Not for drunkenness il buyancy
And not for night robes -
The sides were lost
For the peasant world is honest.

Year hungry, cold year,
Steel gradually
And the last cattle
For nothing to sell.

My heart did not squee
I killed a ledger
And for this crime
In the shackles I pleased.

I found myself in Siberia,
In the mine Dark and Raw.
Here I met with friends.
"Hello, friend, and I am with you."

Far village native.
I would like to know
Whether to our children
From the neck to download?