Текст песни Евгений Исакевич - Исповедь наполеоновского солдата

We used to know the way, right turn,
Only driven us to the Berezina.
Instead, the summer heat - the fog blizzard,
It can be seen, time to pay debts.

What orders hoarse drum?
It is seen to lie on aspen coffin.
Blaze fire wood bridge,
It can be seen, paradise can not be built on the crosses.

        A Moscow crackling conflagration ...

Ice water us to the knees,
How hard was then Smolensk.
How to break through to Moscow - the capital, but
Blood started up from the veins of Borodino.

To expect from the city keys,
And now - from hunger cry.
It was tempting mirage of foreign borders,
And now we detention of black birds.

        A Moscow crackling conflagration ...