Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Конец русской былины

That is not in the wind moans,
That is not a blizzard crying bitterly :
And the people themselves are buried.
Mount dancing , mountain rides .

In sad hum chimes
Sweep away the requiem
Russian endless moans ,
Full of sorrow and resentment.

Our eldest Power !
Pal Eagle Slavic dreams !
Pali is our honor and glory ,
Faith Christian Church .

Splash flock waves of the Bosphorus ;
Shines month Sofia ;
But the door of the cathedral in Istanbul
Reopened for Russia.

In the mud trampled velvet banners ;
In the fray - silent funeral feast ;
And again ... we are waiting for the Vikings
For tormented homeland .

1917