Текст песни Евгений Банников - Емельян Пугачев

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The month of May came with warmth With leaves and thunder
Everybody drinks vodka on a drunken mountain
But 200 years ago he fought with Michelson
Here Emelka Pugachev With him and Salavat
Much time has passed Yes there is no order in the country
From then until now And all the same answer
Only under a drunken mountain The same city of Satka
Everything stands and remembers for more than 200 years
Hey dear peasant son Throw your fence
And step forward with me Into the noose under the ax
What fate prepares for us My stolen horse
Here is a rope and 2 posts With a crossbar 2 times
So it was so We went to the mountains
Orenburg region steppe Cossacks are not nice
And without guns, not a war, But only talk
Prince Golitsin defeated Pugach in the steppe
And gathering the rest of their strength, they went north
Where endless forests and dashing people
And the Bashkir land is Sweet as clover
Will meet the father of the king Falls at the feet
Hey come on honest people Come to the cliff
Our tsar dear father Peter 3 is alive
Let's go for you, oh let's ride
Let's take a walk and then we'll pay
Through mountains and forests To the factory area
Where there is nothing but a church but a pond
Yes 2 streets run Down the steep slope
But there are cannons and working people
And the bird cherry blossomed, the birds sang songs
Salavatushka my brother Oh, you batyr is healthy
as if here in time with the army arrived
Now let's have a rest Pugachev said
In the evening at dawn Let's rest a little
Here on this mountain Near the key
We will dismantle our tents We will take on the chest
Let's walk for the time being Yes, and again on the road 2 times
Here in the Ural side Yes, there is no better cache
Near Satka plant Mountains and forests
Here, of course, we will beat the Army of Michelson
The attributed man thought Charka bringing
They made fires in the woods and in a drunken stupor
and Bashkirin and Cossack And the man was a brother
And they washed everything with dew From the marching fire
That would be better tomorrow to fight A dashing detachment was walking
And the Cossack shouted intoxicated Khvatanuv surplus
Emelyanushka dear King our father
You lead us to the enemy Into the forest even to the pole
Sweeter than honey, the road Free is volyushka
Why do you need a Cossack Volia without an idea
What will you do with her and how will you live
And you will pay for it with your blood
Of course death is better than slaves
And in Russia they learned to betray
That there is a king there and a mother
And to Moscow Yes in shackles
and in an iron cage Carried a dear
To quarter Beaten with a whip expired
Blood bitter
The red sun began to cry