At six miles from the capital,


At six miles from the capital,
Low barrow ...
Its like the sinister birds
And kisses marsh mist ...
In January, these birds are seen,
As soldiers on the field come,
As the night hastily dug
Polumerzlye clods;
How stretchers one after the other
With the dead were here;
As of abandoned bodies under the earth
Parted swished water;
How cold body pushed
Hastily in bast bag;
Like a corpse in a bag knead,
As the bent knee at his feet ...
And the kind of ominous birds
(Could not sleep last night)
As soldiers paled face,
As sighs soldier's chest ...

At six miles from the capital,
Low barrow ...
Its like the sinister birds
And kisses marsh mist ...
Under the deep, fluffy touch
Dazzling white snow
Dead shelters - account
Ninety bast bags ...
Inseparable fraternal semeyu
Pochiyut they are in the ground:
Someone with a broken right through his head,
Someone with a lead bullet in the chest ...
And we saw the ominous birds,
How deep evening fog
Dusty, dirty face
They came to this mound;
How sad and long standing
And before the way to leave the hill,
All threats to someone whispering
And made a vow to take revenge! ..

At six miles from the capital,
Low barrow ...
Its like the sinister birds
And kisses marsh mist ...
In May of this ominous bird
In mound seen people
And contrary lashes flicker,
And piercing bullets fly;
How exhausted heavy struggle
And unequal - the crowd gave way,
How the bloody banner of native
Cossack was trampled into the mud ...
But ominous bird uzreyut -
And already close this time! -
How bloody banner zaveet
Over the top of his native hill! .. 1905