Текст песни Русская народная песня - По диким степям Забайкалья

On wild steppes of Transbaikalia,
Where to dig gold in the mountains.
Tramp, cursing fate,
He trailed with wallet on his shoulders.
Tramp, cursing fate,
He trailed with wallet on his shoulders.
He escaped from prison on a dark night,
In prison, he suffered for the truth.
Run no more urine
Before him stretched Baikal.
Tramp approaches to Baikal,
Fishing boat takes
And the sad song starts,
About the Motherland something sings.
Tramp Baikal moved
Towards darling mother.
Oh, hello, oh Hello, dear!
How healthy is my father and my brother?
Your father had long been in the grave,
Syroyu buried underground.
And your brother had long been in Siberia,
It has long been thunder shackles.