Here Petersburg went on strike


Here Petersburg went on strike,
For all plants silence
I can not hear the noise, stop the machine,
And there is no working at the bench.

Poet, P, where is thy lyre,
Sing this terrible ocean!
Raging Northern Palmyra,
As a fire-breathing volcano.

What passions aroused
Great Narva sons?
Where they crowd in a hurry
From the dark stone houses?

We went to the emperor with a petition,
Next is all Gapon they went,
His weapon - a cross with the prayer,
As a shepherd led his flock.

"Hey, stop, people where you protes? -
They rudely shouted the officer. -
Not that you will fall under the lash,
Expandable with you I am now. "

"What ago? For the king, we need,
Go here to submit a request, "-
The crowd answered, Having closed together.
"So you bastards, to rebel?

They officer shouts of anger
Clenching his fists threateningly.
Stop! Attention! Left turn!
Battalion, forward! The bayonets! "

Creator of heaven that there was!
What carnage began!
Bayonets flashed bristles,
The crowd rose in fear.

It seemed as animals, not people
So could beat defenseless,
Bayonets broke back, chest,
Considerable perished victim

The priest - "the first friend of the people"
He was running away, he shouted.
"Forward, my friends, you will find freedom!"
He said: "Good-bye ..." and ran away.

Capital embraced the horror of grief,
All Narva corpses covered,
Innocent blood pouring sea
Shame tyrants, eternal shame.

Playpen bodies piled -
Enough cases executioners,
They were taken to the cemetery
Wagons dead at night.