song Chapayevites


You do not veysya, black crows,
Do not wave to the fighter wing -
Not naklichesh heart of the mountain,
All the same, his take.

In the nighttime dark, strange
All I dream of Zhiguli.
Oh, do not sleep, watch -
As if we did not pass!

A loud shot, galloping horses,
On the outskirts of light.
Who goes on the chase?
Chapaya why not?

Boils battle in the village,
Sounds alarm drum,
Wander across the sky lightning,
Across the river creeping fog.

Know pondered the matter,
I walked damned rabble.
Who is there in the white shirt
According to the Ural river floats?

Damn you, black raven,
The proportion of white to go!
I heart mountain:
Drowning, drowning our Chapay ...