Oh, you share


Oh, you share my share,
The share my bitter,
Oh, why did you share the wicked,
He brought to Siberia?

Not for drunkenness and buyanstvo
And not for a night robbery -
Parties native lost
For the peasant world fair.

The year was hungry at the time,
Steel, gather the taxes,
And last skotinku
Sell ​​for a pittance.

Could not stand zealous,
Boil and soul.
And the villain Stanovoi
I drove the knife in a temper.

I found myself in Siberia
In the mine dark and damp.
There I met with friends:
"Hello, my friend, and I'm with you!"

Far from his native village,
I would like to know,
Did the fellow villagers
With neck taxes download? 1874