Текст песни Звонница - Эх, во лесах дремучих

In the dense forests
Razboynichki go
And in the hands of the mighty
Comrade bear.
Stretcher not prostyya -
Rifles stacked,
A steel cross
Swords are laid;
They lay slain
Comrade removed,
In the ranks of abusive guards
Ally of dashing.
And all his chainmail
Chopped circle
And all the wounds, the poor fellow,
Streams of blood stream.
At the feet of a true friend
In the battle with him - the horse is,
As one exemplary il's brother,
To him, he it is:
& quot; Sleep you, my friend,
Go to sleep, my brave,
You will find there, comrade,
From all alarms peace.
Not without reason in the world lived,
Spomyanut you here.
You put your stomach
In Siberia, for the Tsar.
Time will come - will appreciate
Merit before the King,
Rogue will call
Siberian Cossacks