convicts


The sun goes down over the steppe,
Away gilded feather,
Convicts resonant circuit
Vzmetayut dust.

Chorus:

Ding-bong, ding-bong -
Ringing the chains.
Ding-bong, ding-bong -
Way Siberian distant.
Ding-bong, ding-bong -
I heard here and there:
our comrade
Lead to prison.

They go with shaved heads,
Stepping forward hard;
Sullen frown,
At the heart of thought has laid down.

Go with them long shadows
Two nags cart driven,
Lazily bending the knees,
Guards next to go.

"That, my friends, zatyanemte song?
Forget dashing trouble!
Already, we see such adversity
Write to us at the race! "

And led, dragged ...
Sing, bursting, they
About broad expanse of the Volga,
About the gift of the past few days.

Sing about availability steppe
About the wild will sing ...
Day pales all Bole and chain
Road sweeping yes sweep.